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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Jun 15, 2008 16:25:44 GMT -5
She knew somewhere inside her that she should be weak in the knees that poor Liana had seen her forwardly kissing a man in the darkness. However she was more weak in the knees from that kiss than anything else. Her heart was still thundering like a drum, her body still tingling oddly in wonder as to the liquid heat that seemed to plague the core of her. Yet she had no answers, nor explanations and the only way to do that was to ask one of the more experienced girls. Of whom she stood with every day trying to teach them that they needed more substance than their good looks.
With her cheeks a flame, she'd stepped back into the lighting of her forgotten lantern. Walking to the younger woman who had become her friend or really her only friend since she'd been in the Populaire. They were both quiet, both easily ready to take to the background rather than the lime-light. Formorian and Liana were like sisters in a way, while Liana thought her more motherly, either way it worked. Never had the girl with platinum locks had an inkling of a desire for a man, that she'd of course seen strutting the stage. Not even the lead tenor Marius had made her swoon like most of the other girls did.
Tonight however a mysterious man had wriggled himself inside her, down into the depths of her soul where she'd be claimed so long as he called her his Juliet. God and all she had was a name, his name if she could trust it to be his and somewhere inside her heart she at least she knew that it was real. Had to be. Extending her hands and the girl looked at her like she were deciding between running away or remaining her friend. In little time of a deep breath and the distance closed between them, Liana had taken her hands and she held the younger girl's hands securely. Opening her mouth once, but nothing came. Oh God. Had something horribly awful happened?
Twice.
"He fell on me! A man fell on me!"
That was not exactly what Formorian was expecting to hear, or wanted to. Gasping the petite woman stepped back and looked Liana up and down with such great concern. Trying to find if she'd been hurt, or worse, but finding her clothing complete order, she looked up at the other girl. Holding her hands still and giving a gentle squeeze.
"Who fell on you? Did he hurt you?" Formorian asked rapidly, looking around a moment she shook her head. "Hush now, lets go to my room and we can talk about everything. If someone hears any of this you're ask good as sullied and you know how much worse the stagehands will be after you." The woman said with her platinum blonde hair glowing. Releasing one hand but holding the other, Formorian retrieved her forgotten lantern speaking wisely. If anyone misheard of them both it was all over.
"Come with me." Said she, and leading them away from the dark stage, leaving Riffael to his darkness. Right now this younger woman needed her, and that was far more important than her very first kiss. Her lips tingled, plump and pink, but it didn't take the women long their slender, toned, legs carrying them. Skirts flowing with a rustle of fabric and once the door was closed, she locked the dead-bolt, the upper and lower hinge. Since she was the Choral instructor her room was better than a simple dormitory.
"Alright. Now. Tell me what happened." Said she, the petite girl leading her friend to sit beside her on the feather-down of her bed. Hardly caring if the sheets became crinkled.
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Post by Liana Marceau on Jun 25, 2008 2:01:27 GMT -5
Well, no matter how torn she must be from that man whoever she was her friend heard her. Her situation was nothing compared to what she had seen. She still could not believe, no single part of her but her eyes could really believe that Mori, dear, sweet, level headed Mori was kissing some sort of stagehand or another. Mori had always yelled at the stagehands and sworn them all off up and down until she was blue in the face. This was Mori for goodness sakes. She couldn't have been kissing someone! It wasn't the kissing so much as she didn't know who Mori was kissing. Kissing anyone around here could be dangerous much less a stagehand. They would pick up a girl and leave her in the same breath if they pleased, Mori couldn't be that foolish could she?
No, of course not. Mori was the one thinking between the two of them now wasn't she? Despite the fact that she had seemed so flustered only a second ago she was the one telling her to be quiet or all the stagehands would be all over her right now thinking she was no longer untouchable do to the fact that somebody had in fact soiled her reputation. Nothing of the sort had happened of course, but Liana realized too late that what she said could have been taken wrongly. Marius had been a perfect gentleman. He had been trying to catch her! She was just making a mess of things now! God she hoped for her own sake, as selfish as it may be, that no one but Mori had heard that.
More worried and flustered now than before, Liana allowed herself to be dragged into Mori's room, never forgetting the condeming quick glance of her friend as if she were looking for permenent signs of damage. She knew there weren't any of course. Perhaps a slight toussled look to her hair and a bit of dust on her dress, but besides that nothing. She doubted if anything had happened that she would have looked much worse. She had seen things after all, sometimes evil like that didn't leave a mark, it just happened and people made note of it and moved on. Lucky for her, today was not the day that mark would be made by Marius or any other man.
The soft click of the door shutting startled Liana from her darker thoughts and back to Mori's question. She felt rather foolish now. Nothing really had happened compared to what she had seen happen. Sure a man fell on her, but it was a man with the best intentions and she was just being silly. What she had seen Mori doing. The man Mori had been with clearly did not have the best intentions, and the brightness of her friend's lips suggested it would not be last time those two would meet.
Suddenly, Liana felt foolish. Utterly and completely foolish and slightly daft for even thinking to bring this up. She blushed brightly and shook her head. "I'm being silly. I was on the stairs and I fell and he caught me and then I fell again and then he tried to catch me and lost his balance and fell on top of me. He got up and then gave me my book and asked for my name that was all. I just...it just...well...he asked for my name and fell on me."
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Jun 27, 2008 3:22:06 GMT -5
No matter what was said as a woman they had to constantly be on guard as to what they said, to whom the said, and where they said anything. That's what had Formorian most concerned of her young friend, sister, daughter, whatever could be thought of between Liana and the slightly older girl, just by a few years. They were two sorts that couldn't be parted now that they'd made friends, both innocently roaming the inner walls of the Opera Populaire. This giant building both their dreams, home, gilded cage, and above all else there limits to the outside world. It wasn't often to find Formorian outside, as a matter of fact she'd only ventured out three times since she'd become resident Choral Instructor.
However a few things had changed between them now, Formorian had been kissed, her lips pulsating with the taste of this Monsieur Riffael. As for Liana what could be said other than something had happened? Desperate to know and be well informed of whom had harmed her younger friend the petite blonde. With her small stature, slight build, and silky mane of wavy platinum locks lead Liana from the darkness of the stage. Back through the world they both knew better than the back of their hands, for only Liana would grace the stage for the audience and as for herself...she'd forever be the one responsible to decent vocal coaching.
Beyond herself, she had looked the younger girl up and down for any outer sign of violence. Regardless if a man had, had his way with her young friend. What could be done? Nothing. Men could do as they pleased amongst the lesser women such as themselves, they were nothings, nobodies, and any strong willed man could rape them at any given time. The only form of retribution would be from their protectors, husbands, lovers, betrothed. Pity them both for having neither!
Once in the safe confines of her room, Formorian had quickly locked the door just to make certain there was no way anyone could intrude. It was bad enough that the late hour shadowed upon them, it'd be worse if Formorian didn't see to her friend then have her back to her cot in the dormitories. Missing girls for even one night was like setting blaze to the wild fire of gossip. Seating herself on the bed, poised as she'd been taught from childhood to the instant she'd left England for France and even now. Bright blue eyes looking back into the face of the girl with the lamp-lights in her room burning.
It was not easy to mistake the blush taking up Liana's cheeks, even as the younger girl shook her head negatively.
"I'm being silly. I was on the stairs and I fell and he caught me and then I fell again and then he tried to catch me and lost his balance and fell on top of me. He got up and then gave me my book and asked for my name that was all. I just...it just..well..he asked for my name and fell on me." Formorian had been expecting to be filled with a feminine anger against the injustice to her innocent friend! Now with the truth revealed, she stared at the girl as she spoke, the corner of her pink lips twitching as she tried not to smile, or worse yet...laugh.
It didn't last long though. The ending had Formorian Carlisle laying back against her mattress laughing heartily at the revelation of a man trying to be a gentleman. Instead he'd fallen on top of the lady! Thank Goodness it wasn't anything bad, but it was all too funny. Fits of giggles hit her as she tried to breathe, placing a hand to her stomach to maybe cease the laughter attacking her. Tears glittered the corner of her eyes as she propped herself up, her cheeks flushed from her mirth.
"Oh...Oh...Good Heavens....Hahaha....That...my dear...."Formorian calmed enough to breathe as she lightly dabbed at her tears with the back of her hand. "Goodness...Liana...Hehehe..Liana..Forgive me but that is all too funny! I'm so very happy nothing befell...well...something did fall on you!" She laughed again, and controlled herself after a time. "Whew! I do hope you gave this odd gentleman your name and from now one when you're in his presence. I'll hope to be present to moderate any..erm...chances of..falling on one another?" She offered teasingly in a good natured way.
Sighing, Formorian slipped from the bed and presented her corseted back to Liana, moving her long mane of platinum locks out of the way.
"Would you mind untying the laces please?.....But really Liana. I'm glad you are well..you gave me such a freight! Not only with your words but with how quickly you rushed the stage. I was surprised! However...You're not the only one whose encountered the male gender this night either." Formorian gave a little sigh of bliss. "Hmmm....a kiss...a kiss Liana..." She turned to her friend once she'd undone the corset lacing's taking Liana's hands as she smiled brightly.
"A first kiss and I am so foolish..I enjoyed it and I only know his name. Nothing more than a name...not even his face...." Leaving off in a dreamy state she went behind her screen and changed quickly continuing to speak to Liana from behind the screen. "I'm such a silly thing to, really we'll need to keep watch out on each other after hours in the Populaire it seems. Your men fall from the sky, and mine speak from the darkness. Madness!"
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Post by Liana Marceau on Jun 28, 2008 17:33:52 GMT -5
It was just as expected. Formorian merely laughed at her when her story was told. She could not really expect anything else. After all. She was silly, and she had been silly to be so shy, but with the state of things how they were in the world between men and women, she really found it was better to be shy. After all, shy girls did not get attention and very often, from Liana's past experiences, all attention would bring you was pain and trouble. Especially attention from men.
Her life had been filled with nothing but pain from such attention. Her father beat her since she was little and that was the only attention she really got from him. She watched her mother's murder at the hands of a man who was supposed to love her. Even the man who outwardly showed her signs of affection in society, even the man who was to be her fiancee in the long lost world of her past had been cruel to her, more verbally than physcially, but the way he looked at her, the way he spoke with her father of her, Liana had no doubt that if she had not run, perhaps she would have met the same fate as her mother; death at the hands of a husband.
The haunting thoughts of her past filling her mind as Mori laughed caused Liana to lower her head and flush of embaressment at her friend's reaction to go away. She had to smile. She knew she had to smile because if not Mori would ask what was wrong and that would just cause suspicion from one of her few friends here. In this opera house, in her position, one that required care so her secrets would not be discovered, suspicion, even that of a close friend, could be deadly. Besides, after so long here, Liana had long since learned to smile despite her lack of cause for the action.
Letting her lips curl into a pretty grin and concentrating on her embaressment at both her tale and her friend's clearly dreamy state when she spoke of her confrontation, Liana allowed herself to be consumed with the task of inlacing Mori's corset rather than thinking of her past. Mori knew she was quiet so her lack of response would be no suprise and things would continue on without notice despite her earlier relapse into thoughts of men, past men, men that she would never care to see again.
Her fingers quickly removed the lacings with practiced motiton and Liana could only blush more brightly and shake her head when her friend spoke of such things as kissing. Not even knowing more than his name too or what he looked like. It was positively shameful. It wasn't like Mori at all! Liana pursed her lips slightly, and sat up straight and attentive, her posture that of a lady and not a chorus girl as she gazed toward the screen where Mori changed. "You more than I. At least the man that fell on me was a gentleman of good intentions! He did not mean to fall he just...well...lost his balance. Yours...I'm worried. Not knowing his face or anything more than his name!" Liana sighed and shook her head, all the horror stories of mistreatment of girls by stagehands flooding her mind. "What if someone besides me saw! You know how the stagehands talk! How they use women and leave them! He could have easily been that."
She was being too hard on her friend, but it was true and she was worried. This flippancy, this lack of regaurd for care was not at all like Formorian. She was never like this! No woman could change that quickly in that short of a time! Not even a kiss could do that despite all the stories stating how powerful they were. "It's not that I mean to ruin things for you Mori I just worry! This doesn't seem right. He should not have reason to hide like that if his intentions were at all decent!"
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Jul 5, 2008 3:31:50 GMT -5
It was not that she laughed to be cruel but by the way Liana had quite simply gone half mad that a man had fallen on her. Why Formorian had thought the worst and was ready to...to...well she'd have thought of something. Really what could she have done to the superior sex? Threatened him with her perfumed skirts, and so follow on the unfortunate road her young friend? Most certainly not! But nothing could compare to the relief that had flooded her when she'd learned the true nature of things. A man had attempted to be a gentleman and ended up falling over himself, and what man wouldn't? Liana was a beautiful girl with a promising future if ever she chose to be more than in the background.
Formorian could never guess or know Liana's pain of her past, only take the off and wan smile as hurt pride. Sighing she gave the younger girl a hug, drawing her against her own body and sighing with thankfulness that nothing ill or irreversible had become her. Of course Formorian had been spared men, she'd been sheltered from them except those of her family who had been just as sure to shield her from the world. Yet, a glimpse of a kiss here or there, reading of such things had made her curious and she had no right or reason to fear men. They were most certainly gentle, those she had known.
Stage hands were disgustingly forward though, it made her angry with them as they drew attention from her teachings. Removing such thoughts from her head she smiled as Liana bowed her head with a flush on her cheeks. Instead she tried to fill the void with a gentle apology that she was not laughing at her so forwardly out of cruelty. Just the same the sheltered Formorian had a small sample of information to share. Wanting to hear what Liana had to say on her most surprisingly recent and most adventurous step into the world that invoved...a man.
Silence met her as she spoke and the petite woman with her platinum blond locks did not pay it much mind. Liana had a silent council about her that was most mature while at times Formorian ended up being the mother or older sister. Thankful when her corset came lose she felt her skin tingle and her stomach ache slightly with joy it was free. Pressure removed from her ribs and waist, she disappeared behind her screen, tossing her dress over the top as she changed in the minimal privacy. Telling Liana about Riffael....Romeo...
"You more than I. At least the man that fell on me was a gentleman of good intentions! He did not mean to fall he just...well...lost his balance. Yours..I'm worried. Not knowing his face or anything more than his name!" Liana said, and Formorian sighed as she drew on her lace and cotton night-gown. Slipping on her robe as she listened to the younger girl's words knowing she was right yet...somewhere inside her...she'd felt...safe. "What if someone besides me saw! You know how the stagehands talk! How they use women and leave them! He could have easily been that."
Oh so true. Frowning Formorian appeared then, walking to her friend as she continued to speak.
"It's not that I mean to ruin things for you Mori I just worry! This doesn't seem right. He should not have reason to hide like that if his intentions were at all decent!" Sitting beside Liana, the smaller girl took the younger's hands and gave them a squeeze her silky-mane of hair tumbling around her shoulders as she gaze up into Liana's concerned eyes. A wounded little smile on her face, along with the knowledge that she was correct.
"You are right Liana. I've turned so foolish just by a voice that was like rich velvet, a charm that was as well perfected as an aria. Yet....I've never longed to kiss a man, but something in that darkness..." She stared off at her screen blankly for a moment continuing to speak. "Somewhere in that void it felt like I'd been..completeed. His voice soothed me, entranced me in a way that was so simple it was almost primitive. That the darkness could speak to him, will me without trying to venture there and know he was real..that I was not mad.
With his hands he touched my own..I remember them...rough...hard working...no doubt a stagehand you are right. Silly me...I felt like I'd been waiting for such a touch all my life and yet I've never touched hands as those before." Looking into Liana's eyes Formorian smiled. "Then his lips...I know not how to describe them. But I must concede defeat to your rationalizations...Bad intentions he might have had, I thank you for saving me, and gossip just the same." Leaning forward she kissed Liana's cheek in thanks.
"But I wont so easily forget him...forget....Riffael....Do you know him?" She asked eagerly, settling on her bed, and offering to loosen the younger girl's strings as well. "And your gentleman? Do I know him?"
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Post by Liana Marceau on Jul 7, 2008 4:04:34 GMT -5
Her dear friend was in trouble. She had lost her mind to advanced state of shock, or some other illness perhaps. Well, it was certaintly a condition of the head for Mori had lost all common sense not thinking of these things when it came to the men of the opera house; particularly men that dropped from catwalks and began kissing her on first meeting without her even seeing their face through anything but darkness. There was no courting, no flirting, no polite distance that grew. No, the chasm had been bridged the minute he had spoken to her dearest friend and for her Liana was truely afraid.
Though she had never experienced the longed for sickness of love, she had seen and heard much of it and its symptoms and dangers. Formorian was prime for it. She was young and pretty. She was innocent and for the most part uniterested. It was for these people the disease took hold the fastest, for these people never suspected they could fall in love. They would always be too busy or uninterested for it. And that is when the bug bit its prey. The sound of a voice would make them melt and after a kiss they would dance all over the rooms they entered, glow with some mysterious inner light. Their worlds would change with each moment away each sigh they heaved in pain. It was so silly to watch the ballet girls do it over and over but Mori? She was the one with common sense. She warned so often against such things and now she had fallen to them.
Well, Liana never would. From her past, Liana knew she never could fall prey to such vices and crazed ravings as love could lead you to. No, long ago a woman had fallen in love, and in one night, with one irresponsible action, she had destroyed herself and brought another into this world who was almost destroyed by it before she had truely begun to live in it. No. For her mother's sake and sacrifice, Liana would never fall in love. She was too jaded to for that matter. She couldn't even qualify.
And yet, if it was possible for Mori, the sensible, level headed Mori to fall so far, perhaps there was still a chance for her. She would not go looking for it like the other girls of course. She would not fawn all day in hopes of finding it or feel any jealousy for those who did happen upon the emotion before she did. But but if in time something akin to love should happen, perhaps she would not reject it. It was a small chance, but it was still there and Liana was not about to deny it.
Still, she would hope that unlike Mori she would have some common sense when she fell in love. The girl was sitting her on a bed in her nightclothes dreaming about some silly kiss. It was almost vulger the amount of detail she was describing the thing in. Each touch, each feeling. Liana would be suprised if she wasn't blushing bright enough to make someone think it was her life that Mori was describing right now. It certaintly was not, but the heat and color in her cheeks certaintly might have given that impression. And the usually calm Liana found herself a bit, flustered and nervous thanks to the vivid picture her friend was painting.
Her cheeks were still flushed and warm as Liana pursed her lips as her friend kissed her red cheek. It was almost posioned, but Liana tried to calm her dislike of the whole situation for Formorian's sake. With a slight huff of breath and a roll of her eyes Liana turned so the other girl could undo her stays so that she could breath freely again as she started questioning the man she had promised to forget. Liana rolled her eyes, and through pursed lips responded. "No I do not know the name and you better not get too used to it either. You, Mori dear, are starting to sound the like the ballet girls with all their prattle. And he is not my gentleman nor will he ever be and I doubt there is a person in the opera house who has not heard of him."
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Aug 28, 2008 2:30:42 GMT -5
It was quite strange in the ease of which Formorian spoke of the kiss. Almost as though she had been awaiting her entire mortal life with a baited breath to feel those mysterious lips upon her own. Offering a flame that had long since lain dormant to burst into life that is what Riffael had done to her. There was no other way to explain the odd way he made her feel, in a way that was both confusing, impure, and all that more wondrous. Somehow she could not still her tongue with her lips tingling with his taste still upon her.
Leaving her tongue wagging to tell the younger woman she thought more sister or daughter. Telling Liana every pulse his tongue had stroked against her own. Making the other blush crimson while she pursed her lips as though holding back a comment that might be unkind. That or it would've been a plea that she fall silent on the memoir of that kiss. A huff became her answer and Formorian giggled almost girlishly as the other blonde haired girl turned her back towards the slightly older. Presenting the stays to be loosened.
"No I do not know the name and you better not get too used to it either." Chided Liana and Formorian listened almost obediently like a child being reprimanded for having her hand caught in the cookie jar. Really she wanted to obey what Liana said, she shouldn't become accustomed and still it was all she wanted. Riffael in her dreams, when she woke, when she slept, his voice haunting her as well as his touch. Nimble fingers worked Liana's laces free loosening the corset cincher to let the poor girl breathe: Really being a woman was tiresome!
"You, Mori dear, are starting to sound the like the ballet girls with all their prattle. And he is not my gentleman nor will he ever be and I doubt there is a person in the opera house who has not heard of him." It was Formorian's turn to huff.
"Hmph! Well prattle I shall and will. As for you my dear perhaps you are right and perhaps you set yourself far too lowly or highly to consider any man your gentleman in some time. Seeing as he is not yours do tell me who he might be! I would have an inkling to know as you cannot give...Riffael.." She sighed dreamily. "A face now as you do not know him either."
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Post by Liana Marceau on Nov 10, 2008 4:05:41 GMT -5
Thank goodness for the excuse of stays. She needed them undone and thankfully they were on her back so she would not have to look her dear friend in the eye. Normally, Liana made a point of looking others in the eye, however, today she found she could not. She could not look her dearest friend in the eye for fear of what she would see. This after all could not be her near sister. Mori did not fawn over men. Mori did not twitter her eyes and coo like the ballet girls over a romance or a boy. She was focused on her well being, on her art, her job, the well being of the opera. Her sister in everything but name and blood would not care if a boy from the flies said she was beautiful on the stars she would be focused on the diva's performance, on how everyone was performing and how to make it better.
Turned away from Mori, Liana could take advantage of the fact that her friend could not see her and bite her lip with worry. This was, after all, not like her friend. This was not the girl she knew and Liana for the life of her could not see what would change such a fair and fine person she cared for. Mori was so silly now. Liana could almost not stand the blank and distant look in her friend's eyes. It was all too strange and unsettling. It worried her. It scared her. Could something like that happen to herself one day? It would not of course. Such things were too dangerous and she would want to protect others from her past.
These contemplations were quickly ended with a rush of fresh air into her lungs. At least something in this room was pure and clean. Her thoughts for one and the air for another. Mori was obviously occupied with baser thoughts and desires. Lusts even, Liana was tempted to think from the way her friend was sighing and heaving away. It could not be love after all. Love took time and respect and rationality. Love was not something that could be seen right away. It had to be cultivated and cared for on both sides. Perhaps there was interest between her dearest friend and that stagehand, but for now how much interest could it truly be. And how was love to grow out of a single kiss. A kiss within minutes of meeting none the less. Love required respect, and that action certainly did not denote respect in Liana's eyes. But alas, it seemed her friend was caught in the clasps of this foolishness. She would just have to watch and help her dear friend recover when things fell out she supposed and in the meanwhile turn the conversation from the dreaded man as he could be nothing but trouble.
It seemed however that the task was done for her as Mori persisted on "her gentleman" as clearly she realized, as it seemed well impossible not to realize at this point, that Liana disapproved of her tet a tet with the random man. Of course, she was not keen on this subject either but anything was better than that. "If you must know it was none other than Monsieur Marius, the leading man of this opera house. And I for one do not understand what the fuse is about the man."
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Sept 1, 2009 18:11:39 GMT -5
Perhaps there was a righteousness to the silence that swooped between them, blocking the sudden change in herself to the immediate innocence and rationality of her dear friend. Formorian's nimble fingers worked upon the stays, using the action to simply allow her mind to wander and drift away into the night. Feeling those large hands that she knew, Liana to be right...A stage hand that perhaps did not love her, a stage hand that only wanted the use of her sweetness for a time. Then what? What was she after being sampled, tasted like a fruit...Did she decay before his eyes? No longer sate his appetite as being a mere morsel? Such thoughts of a small but true reality brought a light frown to her face.
Thankfully Liana could not see the slightest change or shift in the choral instructors otherwise..pleasantly distanced demeanor. No, perhaps Liana was right, she was acting foolish but ah...how the bliss that accompanied this ignorance to love, lusts, wants and desires...It almost felt like freedom from a cage. An ability to flutter ones wings into the oblivion of thought on how perfectly wonderful a life could be. When love...true love...the love that so many operas, tragedies at the most could come of such turmoil. Tugging the last stay open from the back of her friend's corset did the blond haired girl gaze almost forlornly at the silky mane that was Liana Marceau.
Love had a price to pay in each story....If this was love that she felt with this...stagehand. What was the cost?
Retracting her hands did the slightly older female sit; placated in a way with her own thoughts of the costs of love. Was there such love stories that at times...just at times, that such love came at much too high the cost? Mentally shaking away the shackles that her sudden trepidations posed, did Formorian set a small smile to her lips. Tingling ever so much from the kiss of the stagehand, a memory like a grain of sand cast into the ends of her brief eternity. It softened her features ever further until she was caught once more in the glory of this new found emotion, this dangerous emotion. One she liked to believe was love.
Giving her attentiveness to Liana, the older girl slightly annoyed that at the sudden mystery of speaking on this gentleman, who in Formorian's opinion was not a gentleman if he went about falling upon young, unsuspecting girls. What a girl to fall upon! Withholding a little giggle, did the blond girl keep herself steadfastly silent, other than the persistent nag of want to remove the topic of discussion from her own faults to the curiosities of another.
'If you must know it was none other than Monsieur Marius, the leading man of this opera house. And I for one do not understand what the fuss is about the man.'
Dumbstruck for the slightest of moments did the choral instructor bask in the knowledge she'd just heard. Truth be told before tonight she'd have arched a brow, in wonder of how klutzy the man could be, and if he'd need a proper adjustment in his handling's of an important friend such as Liana..mind him! However the kiss had addled her brain, sending her into a tizzy of giggles that had her fit to the T in being another ballet rat or chorus girl. Biting her bottom lip did she stop the sound, gazing into Liana's slightly flustered features of annoyance with big, pale eyes; sparkling with mirth.
"Oh...my....," came her voice a slight hint of a quiver from her withheld laughter yet Formorian knew better than to continually laugh. Reaching out did she place give the slight fingers of her dearest friend a tiny squeeze. Giving the other girl strength to stomach what the fuss was about Monsieur Marius, or perhaps herself to keep a straight face. Clearing her throat did she attempt again. "Aye, I must know 'tis still not proper for the lead man of Le Populaire to be stumbling about upon chorus girls. But...." Lifting a finger up to her lips did she make a little sign of silence,"the fuss I'm sure with le Monsieur is how dashingly handsome he is...rather than how talented." Closing distance did Formorian flop herself unceremoniously unto the bed to listen.
"What did Monsieur le Divo have to say aside from much apologies?" Rolling to her side; supporting her head into the palm of her hand was the older woman smiling.
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