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Post by Aimee-Madamoiselle Le Ange on Jan 13, 2008 16:32:15 GMT -5
Aimee sat in her room, her skin lit aglow by the candlelabras that were scattered about. A canvas in front her, as she sat ontop a stool, and a painter's easel steadied on her hand, the various colours mixed together to form diffrent shades, as well as lean thin brush placed in her right hand. Because of a lot of things that had happened lately, she really didn't have anytime to paint. Her paintings consist of her own takes on classic fairy-tales. Almost all of them dark and morbid.
Aimee did not always like the "the all lived happily ever after, the end," that was the normal, consistent ending of every Fairy-Tale. It was because in reality, all endings were not happy, and joyous, they were depressing and sad. The young girl was also feed up with the whole "Prince Charming" thing. It irratated her to no end.
That's why her favroite Brother Grimm tales are "Beauty and the Beast" and "The Little Mermaid." The first one reminded her off her mother and father, while the second one's ending was sad. And that' what she was painting today. Aimee was almost halfway done as well.
It showed the mermaid princess as she was falling into the sea, and turning into seafoam. Her slightly wavy hair, was pure white, but glistened the blue-green of the sea. It flew into her face, but one was still able to see the painted woman's dark blue eyes, like the sea at dusk. sparkled with tears. The mermaid's skin was milky-white, and without flaw. A white ruffled long cloth was draped over her shoulders, that covered the mermaid's exposed breasts, but did not cover the stabbing wound. The sea's princess' small hands clutched the golden hilt of a dagger, the silver blade was deep into the mermaid's pale skin, crimson blood clashed with all the light colours. Her tail was the same blue-green that glistend in her hair. Greyish-white bubbles and sea foam swirled around her, as the light of dawn was shown in the background, blue, yellow and orange.
All that Aimee had to do was add a few more strokes, and then she was done. The ending of the little mermaid's tale was sad, her fate bittersweet, but that's what she liked about it. It wasn't happy. It's ending was diffrent from the rest of the stories.
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Post by Emma on Jan 13, 2008 19:45:19 GMT -5
Emma discovered that Aimee was correct, there were several back rooms hidden away. She chose one and named it as her temporary room, sleeping in the small room though it only had grey carpet inside. A while ago she had written a letter to Amelie, telling her the directions on how to get here. She didn't want to stay here any longer, but was also too shy to leave by herself.
Standing up she passed Aimee's room, not even bothering to greet the younger girl. Moving to the parlor she sat down onto a chair and closed her eyes. It was almost pathetic how much she seemed to need Amelie now, but couldn't help it. Amelie knew and felt everything she was feeling now, though Emma had a little more going for her, which was why she wanted to help. Opening her eyes she left the parlor and knocked on Aimee's door very gently before opening it a few inches.
"... What does a person have to do to convince you they deserve the lead role, at least once?" She asked quietly, not expecting Aimee to answer. And with that she quietly moved back to the parlor, waiting patiently for her other close friend.
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Post by Aimee-Madamoiselle Le Ange on Jan 14, 2008 2:10:25 GMT -5
As Aimee wiped her paint smeared hands on her smock, and put down her brush and easel, she heard footsteps outside her door. She could recognize them, and they were not her father's but Emma's. She sighed sadly, before taking her smock off and settling it down on her stool as she stood up. She knew that Amelie and Emma were now friends, close friends, and Aimee did not know how to cope with it. It pained her. But, she knew that she had to get over it sooner or later.
She was quietly tying her hair back, when she heard a gentle knock on her door, and Emma's words. She stopped in mid-step, golden and pale blue eyes slightly widened at the older girl's question. But, she tied her hair with a bow anyway, and stepped outside to the parlor. "Emma...I do not know yet what my answer is, but, I have a question for you." her voice seemingly showed no emotion as she gazed steadily at the brunette. "We've...We've lost our trust haven't we? We've been through so much together, yet it seems that you don't trust me enough to be my friend anymore, do you?"
Aimee was actually quite hurt. Her and Emma had been through so much together, pain, hurt, happiness and laughter. They even fought to save each other's lives only a few days ago! "If you answer 'yes' to my questions, then it seems that I have been correct . That my only friends were the shadows and darkness....." she said trailing off, eyes narrowed as they became wet with tears. No. She would not cry in front of Emma, nor Amelie. Aimee knew that Emma had sent Amelie a letter containing with instructions to her home.
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Post by Emma on Jan 14, 2008 15:51:47 GMT -5
Emma turned around, blinking a couple of times before her expression became stoic again. However, she could never lie to Aimee, even if it hurt. "That's right. I would apologize, but I feel it wouldn't be sincere on my part." She said quietly, drumming her fingers on a neatly carved table. There wasn't any sign of sadness or anger, just some pity. "You made me happy for a long time though... so I'm in your debt." Glancing at Aimee, she looked back at the table and tried thinking of what to say.
But what Aimee said next made her twitch. Emma stood up swiftly, giving Aimee a cold stare. Yet it seemed to still be sort of gentle, less harsh than the look she gave Raphael. She was about to say a lot, but it wasn't as poisonous as what she really wanted to scream. If Aimee heard that, things would get ugly. "You say that... You say that, yet what do you want me to do about it? What do you want me to say? I will give you and your father the respect you deserve, I just wanted Amelie to help me leave."
Yet her glare grew even colder, even worse than before. "What about Celestine, are you saying she is not your friend? Mademoiselle Giry, and even Stefan? Don't lie to me, please..."
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Post by Amelie Revere on Jan 14, 2008 18:40:25 GMT -5
Amelie's heels clicked down the marble steps, and apperently to the place where 'The Phantom' lived. Whoever that was. She knew she was supposed to come down earlier, but she'd needed some time to rest from the previous nights letter burning affair. It was terrible remembering what she had burned, but she needed to get rid of every trace of her past. She needed to completely rid herself of the baggage, and move on to help Emma. She could see Emma really wanted her to change, and that was definitely hard for Amelie.
Amelie walked down into the lair, sort of frightened at the huge expanse of the place. It was much larger than she expected, but she fixed her hair and stood up straight, and continued down the sloping walkway to where Emma had told her was Aimee's room. Amelie clicked down to it, picked up her dress so she wouldn't trip, and entered the room. "Why hello." Amelie said curtly, and gave them both a short smile. Amelie walked over to Emma and whispered to her, "Is everything all right? The room seems rather tense." She said worried, hoping Aimee's bad side wouldn't flash out infront of Amelie's and Emma's eyes. [/size]
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Post by Emma on Jan 14, 2008 19:32:29 GMT -5
Hearing the door open again, Emma prayed to god that it wasn't the Phantom. If it was, her life could have been considered over if Aimee cried. But it was Amelie, making her smile softly in greeting. "Don't worry, it's nothing you should worry about... Did you get here alright? Are you hurt at all?" She asked in a low whisper tugging on a part of her friend's dress in concern. She was having trouble showing her real self, that was probably quite vulnerable. "No matter... I will protect you."
Turning back to look at Aimee, her eyes gazed at her old friend calmly. There was no more frost in her eyes, but she seemed to be quite patient.
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Post by Aimee-Madamoiselle Le Ange on Jan 15, 2008 2:37:42 GMT -5
As Aimee listened as Emma talked, she sighed softly, placing her hands foldeded neatly on her abdomen. "I am glad that I was able to make you happy. And you owe me not debt." she said pale blue and golden optics staring into emerald ones. But, at Emma's other statements, the twitched slightly, but would not reply. She had to think over the older girl's statements.
She stepped foward abit, pale skin glowing underneth candlelight, eyes flashing gold from the little shadows that danced across Aimee's face, when she heard yet another pair of footsteps outside. It was the sound of heels clicking against marble, and then the door to her private room opened again to reveal Amelie Revere. The young dark haired girl, gazed quietly, but sternly as the two whispered between each other.
"Why do you even bother to whisper between yourselves?" voice bleak like a black void, eyes staying calm yet still harsh, "Emma, you should know very well that I can hear you a clear as a bell." It was useless to try and have hushed conversation in front of Aimee or her father's prescence. They could hear they other's hushed tones, so it seemed as if they were speaking loud and clear. The young girl sighed once more before turning on her heels, and heading towards her bedroom door. "Well I bid you farewell...Heracuba!" the sentence of goodbye turned into a command as Aimee commanded the saimise feline to follow.
The female feline had been watching the scene, sitting nice and cozy ontop of Aimee's silken sheets. Heracuba obeyed, hopping off the bed, rubbing her paw on her black silk, diamond studded collar, before glancing up both sternly and worriedly at Emma and Amelie, before following Aimee out the door and into the music room.
Aimee was actually suprisingly calm, or so it seemed, as she trailed her fingers across the ivory and ebony keys of the grand organ. Her brow narrowed slightly, as she continued this action.
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Post by Amelie Revere on Jan 16, 2008 19:43:15 GMT -5
Amelie clamly shook her head, and watched with incredulous eyes as Aimee walked out. Amelie turned to Emma and said, "I'm fine, and I had no trouble to get down here." Amelie went to the door after Aimee walked out. She looked at her, not liking the fact that the tiny girl just decided to waste Amelie's precious time by calling her down to her fathers lair. It made Amelie rather annoyed.
"So Aimee, why did you bring me to this…wonderful place?” She asked, trying to make sure she didn’t hurt anyone. And anyone being Aimee.[/size]
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Post by Emma on Jan 17, 2008 12:31:48 GMT -5
"I'm the one that brought you here... I'm sorry if I wasted your time." Emma said quietly while crossing her arms, staring back at Heracuba. There didn't seem to be anything else she could say. It was the biggest secret she had ever held, and decided to show Amelie, thus saying how much trust she had for the woman. There were almost too many reasons Emma decided to break her friendship with Aimee, liking Stefan just seemed to scratch the surface.
"Don't look at me like that. If you understood my point of view, you'd feel the same way." She said in a low tone, watching the feline leave. However, Emma made no motion to follow Amelie, who went into Aimee's room. She closed her eyes, trying to think. Erik and Amelie, they were the only two that probably had the deepest grudges toward lost loves. Though not even Erik anymore, since Christine was begging for him to take her back. She knew it would eventually work, so Emma couldn't even rely on him anymore. "We will all be happy." Emma said sarcastically.
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Post by Aimee-Madamoiselle Le Ange on Jan 19, 2008 18:02:12 GMT -5
Aimee stopped moving her fingers across the keyboard and walked out of the music room and back into her room. She did not know why Emma had sent Amelie a letter with directions to come here. Only people Aimee trusted completely were allowed down here, others would be forced out or she would have to harm them. But, she wouldn't waste her time to try and shove Amelie out, too much work.
Quietly, she began to fold her smock, and put it in her laundry basket, and putting her paints and brushes away, she could always clean them later. She picked up the pallat and rested it upon her desk along with the brushes and jar of murky water mixed with paint. Aimee moved the stool she sat on back along side her desk, and stared for a few minutes at her newest painting. She would have to wait for it to draw so she wouldn't move it.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 31, 2008 8:47:29 GMT -5
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