Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 4, 2009 0:25:07 GMT
These photos decorate the walls... maman and papa Cousin Julian model shot Noelle Model Shot Papa et Rouge... that dog had the reddest tongue maman looking like her beautiful self Donatien Model Shot Antoine Model Shot Papa when he was in his mid twenties, just before he met Maman Mama when she was about sixteen, year before she met Papa Antoine hated books Donatien drinking coffee Noelle when she had Short hair...
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 1:54:51 GMT
*walks up to the front door with Zero, opening it and smiles at him*
Do you want to come in?
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 2:01:52 GMT
*Looks at the door then at her, smiles brightly and nods* Love to. *From behind his back he withdraws the hidden arm and hand, in which he is holding a bouquet of blue roses.* A bouquet of lovely roses for a beautiful woman. *Holds the flowers out to her.*
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 2:04:49 GMT
*walks in and begins to walk towards the kitchen*
Do you want anything to-
*looks over her shoulder then stops, eyes wide as he withdraws the roses*
Oh Zero...
*walks over to him*
They're beautiful
*takes them in her hands and smells them, closing her eyes, then looks up at him, smiling*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 2:09:11 GMT
*His smile is soft and his green eyes sparkle, this is the happiest he's felt in a long time.*
Not quite as beautiful as you.
*Raises his hand and strokes her cheek softly with the backside of his cool hand.*
*Peels his eyes off of her long enough to take in her flat.*
Nice place.
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 2:15:27 GMT
*blushes a bright red color*
*looks around*
Thank you, My brother lives with me, but he's done a dissapearing act to France
*laughs lightly*
Do you want somthing to drink?
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 2:25:06 GMT
*Shrugs.*
Yes, please.
*Is having a hard time getting comfortable and unconsciously slips his hand into the jacket of his suit, his fingers find his wand, and he immediately starts to twist the smooth wood in his fingers, the effect is calming.*
Do you expect him to return?
*Curious about why he disappeared.*
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 2:29:44 GMT
*nods, putting the roses in flowers before walking behind the breakfast bar and grabbing some glasses*
What would you like? I've got just about everything here
*laughs lightly then shrugs*
I don't know, I think he's studying to be an author or somthing in France. He hasn't written. But I don't think he'll be back.
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 2:35:11 GMT
*Looks down at his wrinkled suit and cringes, thinking to himself what a mess he must appear to be.*
Umm.. some pumpkin juice will do nicely, thanks.
*Tries to smooth out the wrinkles, furrowing his brow, growing frustrated that it isn't helping.*
An author, interesting.
*Gives up on his suit and runs a hand through his dark hair.*
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 2:51:20 GMT
*nods*
alright
*pours both of them some and hands him his*
yeah, don't know what for though. Always so boring. You alright?
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 3:06:13 GMT
*Looks up at her, and is dazzled immediately, forgetting what she asked, and what he was doing.*
I'm sorry didn't catch that.
*Continues to look at her, eyes wide, and feeling light. He closes his eyes and gets a hold of himself. As his eyes are closed he begins to wonder, if she is dazzling him on purpose, or if that's just how it is for him, now that he's starting to think highly of her.*
*Opens his eyes, focusing on the question he's about to ask, looking over her shoulder.*
Tell me something Noelle. I know I don't know you very well, but are you trying to awe me with your Veela ways or is just me falling for you?
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 3:16:20 GMT
*smiles brightly*
I asked if you were alright
*Takes a sip of her drink and listens to his question, blushing again*
Well...
*looks in a nearby mirror*
I'm not glowing Silver, so I'm not accidentally charming you, because I wouldn't do that purposly to anyone so...
*looks down at her cup, smiling as she rubs her thumb against the mug*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 3:24:41 GMT
*Takes his drink from her, feeling a bit foolish for forgetting what she said. He remembers what he was doing now that she repeated her question.*
Yeah, I'm fine... sort of.
*Shakes his head.*
No, I don't really care for looking so sloppy. It makes me uncomfortable.
*Cheeks tinge red a bit, and he rolls his eyes at himself.*
Well then I guess it's me.
*Runs a hand through his hair several times compulsively.*
*Takes of drink from his glass, the liquid moistens his dry mouth.*
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Noelle Cheever
Lady of Leisure
something in the way she moves
Posts: 4,292
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Post by Noelle Cheever on Jun 5, 2009 3:35:12 GMT
*blushes*
Well, Don left some clothes here, if you'd like to change? He's about your size...
*nods to her brothers room, well, guest room now?*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Jun 5, 2009 10:49:40 GMT
*Inwardly cringes at the thought of wearing someone else's clothes. Sets his jaw and grits his teeth to control the revulsion flowing through his body. Makes his voice light, hiding his feelings, and gives her a small smile.*
No, thank you. I think I'll just drink this down, and be on my way.
*Sips his juice, holding her face in his eyes, he's feeling very conflicted between wanting to stay in her presence and get out of yesterday's clothes.*
I would like to see you again... soon.
*Not making any requests or demands, just merely stating the facts.*
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