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Pierre Gringoire ([info]a_tragic_end) wrote in [info]undertherainbow,
@ 2009-04-28 21:41:00

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Entry tags:lulu, pierre gringoire, samira

Although swans sing again,
And days are warm,
I still hear echoes from
The winter storm,

And feel the fangs of ice
Deep in my bones,
And every sweet song sings
"Let me go home..."



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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 08:55 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Pierre.

Would you like to come over and meet my son?

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Oh, have you had the child, Mme Lulu?

Yes, I would like to come and see him. There are little picture-boxes in the balcony nests at the bookshop, and people here sleep with them on all the time. They are very disturbing, sometimes, and troubling. I would prefer the screaming of an enfant to this for now...

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:03 pm UTC (link)
Pierre, may I offer you something? And have you not turn it down? And you won't have to worry, Soren is very quiet.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:05 pm UTC (link)
Maybe. What would you give me that would not have a price in the end?

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Friendship. And a place to stay. There's a guest home behind mine - Miniver stays there on occasion, but even when he does, there's more than enough room for you both. I know you're a transient soul and feel most at home when you're moving, but I want you to have a home.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:11 pm UTC (link)
Mme Sable has allowed me to sleep in the shop when I like... but if the place you have is quieter, and that person, Mme Sable's father, is not around, I would not refuse it.

Friendship is a high cost indeed, though.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:13 pm UTC (link)
It is most assuredly quieter, and Miniver isn't there at the moment.

For you or for me?

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:18 pm UTC (link)
That depends, Mme Lulu, upon who dares to believe in it first, or most, or longest.

I am a man of vanity; I know this. Yet I am also alone. Which of us will be betrayed first, if I should call you my friend?

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:20 pm UTC (link)
Me. That much, I can assure you, as I am known for my long friendships. My heart doesn't waver.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:26 pm UTC (link)
Then I will accept your friendship, if you will accept my apology.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:26 pm UTC (link)
I accept it, with the caveat that you understand it's not necessary.

Do you know where I live?

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:28 pm UTC (link)
Non, Mme Lulu. I am afraid that most of the places I go, I am kidnapped there by that knight and his Elf, or I find my way by accident, though in the past few days Mme Sable has come to find me, which was indeed generous of her, and rather humbling.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Soren and I shall come fetch you, then. You're at Sable's shop, yes?

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Oui, in the nest she has given me. It is pleasant here aside from the noise.

You will perhaps excuse me that I have no baggage, even so much as a better suit of clothing?

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:34 pm UTC (link)
We'll take care of that as well while we're out.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:40 pm UTC (link)
I also have no money.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:40 pm UTC (link)
And I have more than I will ever know what to do with. Don't worry.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:44 pm UTC (link)
Your charity is commendable. The Church would name you a saint in my time.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Ugh, churches.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 09:50 pm UTC (link)
Do not be so quick to detest them! It is true they are corrupt, and they persecute as equally as they proselytize, but it was a priest who saved me more or less -- Dom Claude Frollo took me in at 16, taught me to read and to write, and educated me in the classics, in mathematics, and in sciences as well as the spiritual. He was not a kind master, but he was generous enough, and it is partly due to him that I have become the celebrated author I am today... or was then... or... This is very confusing.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 09:51 pm UTC (link)
It was he - Dom Claude Frollo - that helped you. Not the church itself. They're buildings, no more, no less.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 10:04 pm UTC (link)
Oh, but if you could see the one I live under! Notre Dame is a triumph, it is the embodiment of genius -- man's and God's -- it is holy, in all its trillion corners, its gargoyles, and its ceilings... it is exquisite.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 10:05 pm UTC (link)
Perhaps the churches of your home are different. Mine were beautiful, but false faith kept us in bondage for a thousand years.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Blasphemy is not my preferred method of disagreement. Unobtrusive failure to adhere to Church laws as strictly as technically required is much safer.

The only bondage involved is that into which they put blasphemers, heritics, pagans, and sinners.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 10:29 pm UTC (link)
The god of my church was false. It was just a man, not a deity. I don't presume to know yours, and would never ask you to question or forsake your faith because mine is now gone.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 10:42 pm UTC (link)
But did faith give the people hope? Did the Church do good deeds? And if it does, does the reality of its deity matter?

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 10:44 pm UTC (link)
It gave people hope, but let them be slaughtered like cattle. If the deity hadn't been bloodthirsty and focused on the past, perhaps it wouldn't have mattered to me. Hope is important, but hope that condemns is cruelty.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-28 11:49 pm UTC (link)
How was it discovered that he was a false deity, anyway?

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-28 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Where I'm from, people don't always disappear after they die. One of the heads of the church had been dead for a long time and revealed that Yevon had been a leader of men a thousand years ago before he went mad. Essentially, we learned he was false through members of the church and people who had known him and not died.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 12:07 am UTC (link)
That sounds more like a ghost story than history. Your world is very strange.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-29 12:08 am UTC (link)
It was a little of both. I don't deny that, though I must admit I prefer it to what I've learned of yours. Where you lived, I would have been killed as a witch.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 12:27 am UTC (link)
That is very likely true. My wife has none of your powers and still they try to burn her and her people as witches and heretics and servants of the Devil himself.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-29 12:28 am UTC (link)
That, I could not stand. So it's good, I think, we each have our past homes. Though I'm now coming to bring you over to my present one.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 12:30 am UTC (link)
I shall be waiting, Mme Lulu.

I thank you again.

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[info]ultimafury
2009-04-29 12:31 am UTC (link)
It won't be long.

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 12:06 am UTC (link)
A Sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees,
And I ’m a rose!

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 12:25 am UTC (link)
So sweet but common.

And who are you?

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 12:26 am UTC (link)
And pointy bits where you least expect them.

Samira, you can call me Sami, most people do.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 12:29 am UTC (link)
So I shall.

I am Pierre Gringoire. Did you compose that piece above there?

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 12:30 am UTC (link)
Naah, that's one of Miss D's, Emily Dickinson. She's quite quotable.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 01:13 am UTC (link)
I cannot honestly say that I find any merit in her work. Do you know anything better?

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 01:15 am UTC (link)
At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 01:16 am UTC (link)
And what is that? Children's nonsense?

What is a Lorax?

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 01:18 am UTC (link)
He was shortish. And oldish.
And brownish. And mossy.
And he spoke with a voice
that was sharpish and bossy.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 01:21 am UTC (link)
Have you really got nothing of any value?

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 01:22 am UTC (link)
Said the Table to the Chair,
'You can hardly be aware,
'How I suffer from the heat,
'And from chilblains on my feet!
'If we took a little walk,
'We might have a little talk!
'Pray let us take the air!'
Said the Table to the Chair.

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[info]a_tragic_end
2009-04-29 01:28 am UTC (link)
That... has some promise, if I may be generous, in a very simplistic, childish way.

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[info]snakepitcougar
2009-04-29 01:29 am UTC (link)
Said the Chair to the table,
'Now you know we are not able!
'How foolishly you talk,
'When you know we cannot walk!'
Said the Table with a sigh,
'It can do no harm to try,
'I've as many legs as you,
'Why can't we walk on two?'

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