PAS DE DEUX~ [MARX]

[REMY ARCTURUS]

[atrb=style, border: 5px solid #e0c2c4;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px][bg=f8f8f8][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/15nrrqt.jpg] WHO STOLE ALL MY BONES ?! ALL MY FORGOTTEN POEMS ARE A JOKE. WHAT DO I KNOW. MAYBE WE'RE WRONG. DOESNT IT SHOW, PEOPLE GET OLD WHEN THEYRE ALONE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rosemary Guinevere Arcturus was nothing short of mind-bogglingly bored. The music lilted and lifted around the room, quiet strains emanating from the string quartet in the corner. There was idle, ever so soft and polite conversation drifting just below the music, ebbing and flowing but keeping a steadily tame level. Of course. Her cloud blue hair drifted carefully down her back- her mother had insisted it had been fully tamed, each unruly curl pinned into place, white and blue twining into a long tamed mane down her back, laced through with pearls which matched her ivory gown. She leaned laconically against a pillar with a drink in hand, sipping idly as the extremely fat and perverse Baron Aurelius talked lewdly straight to her chest. She would give just about anything, at this juncture, to not be pinned in a corner with this terribly creepy old man- but of course if she excused herself to quickly it would be entirely too rude- and for all his strangeness, the Baron was a terribly important man. And so she sighed, smiling politely and clutching the stem of her glass with desperation, eyes darting around the room searching in vain for an excuse to flee.When none presented itself, she resigned herself to the situation, awkwardly edging backwards. Yes, yes that is quite fascinating. And your wife, how is she doing? he seemed to have no interest in remembering his marital vows, and she closed her eyes briefly, casting around frantically for an escape. The valentine's day ball was in full swing, with masses of people from all over the city in attendance, and here she was trapped in a corner away from all the nice boys. A silly thought of course, but it was a valentine's day dance and she was a teenage girl. She couldn't help but think maybe, just maybe, she could meet someone special tonight. Of course, that would never happen if she could not escape the damnable Baron... n o t e s any notes w o r d s o o x t a g g e d marx ~ m u s e okay ish c r e d i t s ralts of ote!

[MARX AURELIUS]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Calibri; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #ffffff; border: 2px solid #ffffff; color: 2f405e; padding: 1px 2px 5px 10px; opacity: 0.6] Marx was staring idly into the abyss that was the light blue wallpaper of the ballroom-just as his mother talked on and on about his latest achievement in his trade-stock company to somebody who showed some sort of importance, but he could not make out in his peripheral vision. The same tune that was coming from somewhere in the room played over and over and over again in his head as all the white and blue shades of the room and formal attire blurred together. He could not see the purpose of these sorts of things, or rather, him being present at these sorts of things. He was pretty much just a gem in a diamond store, though royal blood may be considered to be higher of value than that of any gem or diamond for that matter to the sky pirates. It was always smart to keep a lookout for those types lurking secretly in public functions like these nowadays… Though the musician was probably on to composing something even more mind-lulling than the current tune, he could not snap out of his day dream until his mother, whose voice was more or less a complete shrill, chimed in with… "MARX!"…the shout came from his mother, probably to snap him out of his gaze, but his attention was not set on a piece of the wall that started to move lazily as if to peer around to watch everyone as they conversed in a hazed babble. His purple eyes sharpened as he focused in on her, as he usually did when he found someone worth observing. Head cocked to the side, when he realized that it was in fact, a girl-a girl uncomfortably slouched in a corner in desperation for some sort of distraction to exit out of the looming stance of the frightfully obese baron. His mother, still shouting, lost her voice in his ear as he stalked the girl from behind, put one hand on her dainty shoulder-just under a lock of her cloud-like hair and gave her an approachable "Honey, don't get too far away from me when I talk to the commoners, it makes me look bad"

[atrb=style, font-family: Calibri; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #ffffff; border: 2px solid #ffffff; color: 2f405e; padding: 1px 2px 5px 10px; opacity: 0.7] TAGS; REMY! WORD COUNT; 362 NOTES; REXXIIBOO of on the edge!

[REMY ARCTURUS]

[atrb=style, border: 5px solid #e0c2c4;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px][bg=f8f8f8][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/15nrrqt.jpg] WHO STOLE ALL MY BONES ?! ALL MY FORGOTTEN POEMS ARE A JOKE. WHAT DO I KNOW. MAYBE WE'RE WRONG. DOESNT IT SHOW, PEOPLE GET OLD WHEN THEYRE ALONE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Remy pressed her back up against the pillar, inching ever farther away- not that she could get particularly far, unfortunately. The bulbous figure in front of her loomed ever closer, his hands waving as he gesticulated, spit forming at the corners of his mouth. He was talking about something unnecessary- some stale old profession of his wealth, how important he was and how prestigious too! It was all she could do not to turn and run. Of course, she was firmly boxed into a corner at this point , so perhaps running was merely a fantasy. He was pressing in now, hardly even attempting to keep his eyes fixated anywhere NEAR her face, his face reddening in accordance with his alcohol consumption. Heavens, its not even 11o'clock! she thought disgustedly, setting the wine glass down on a nearby table and laughing stiltedly at one of his many terrible jokes. Just as she opened her mouth to make some pathetic excuse and bolt straight away from the motherfucker, she found herself jumping half out of her skin as a presence crept up behind her, and a hand touched her shoulder. The newcomer spoke with familiarity, he called her HONEY for heavens sake, but she knew for a fact she had never met him. While she may be aristocracy, he was straight up nobility- and he did not mingle even with the likes of her. It was Marxus, the new Duke- rumor had it that in the few years that had passed since his father's untimely demise, he had nearly doubled the already extremely hefty fortune. They said he was some sort of business genius- but he didn't associate with many people, beyond a superficial level. In fact it was sort of rare to see him at one of these gatherings- and rarer still for him to be actually talking to anyone. Remy quickly recognized the gesture for what it was however, and grinned up at him with what she hoped was a truly winning smile. "Oh yes, yes of course, I'm afraid I just got so caught up in the Baron's.....charming...conversation..." she cast a smile back at the obese man and laughed nervously, wrapping delicate fingers around the upper part of his arm, tugging firmly so as to pull him away. Her mind was racing a mile a minute, and she quickly resumed her traditionally demure attitude next to him as her mother glanced over, glaring pointedly at her manhandling of such an important figure- although the hint of intrigue was in her eyes, that light that screamed ' MAYBE MY CHILD WILL ACTUALLY MARRY WELL '. Remy could barely suppress a wry grin at that, and she turned her attention to her savior. " Uh, so, thank you for that, really. I was rather desperately in need of an escape route." she curtsied quickly, as was polite, and grinned up at him. "I suppose my distress was quite evident." She could practically hear the rumors swirling as the Baron shared the Duke's words with a group of tittering, gossipy old ladies. n o t e s any notes w o r d s o o x t a g g e d marx ~ m u s e okay ish c r e d i t s ralts of ote!

[MARX AURELIUS]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c380/bjones24/background1.jpg), bTable] [atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c380/bjones24/background1.jpg); border: 3px solid #ffffff; opacity: .8, bTable] MARXUS all is for the best in this best of all possible worlds

[atrb=style, font-family: Calibri; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #ffffff; border: 2px solid #ffffff; color: 2f405e; padding: 1px 2px 5px 10px; opacity: 0.6] Marx raised an eyebrow, stared into her colored eyes for a split second-probably eluding to a simple, yet fulfilling remark and uttered-without moving anything but his lips, “Not really, I just wanted to see if that stuff on your head was actually hair or a whig. I have no idea what enchanted you to that color; but seeing as how it matches the wall detail perfectly, its evident that you must have gone to extreme lengths to fit in around here.” He lowered his brow, looked her over and walked away. Half way into his step he turned around and said “And I have no idea what you’re eluding to about the Baron, he’s quite an interesting fellow to hold conversation with…saliva and all.” He proceeded to step away into a crowd to find the distant refreshment table. He was in a considerably intolerant mood, the room was absolutely too stuffy and cramped for his liking. Good god I hate these things, he thought. I wish I had some way out of here…His thought process stopped after a white silk glove from behind snatched him by his arm. Without any time to writhe out of the grasp, a woman said “So I hear you’re entertaining the young mistress over there”, pointing to the girl he had just talked to. He looked down at her hand quizzically, still on his arm. “I excuse your impatience mistress…but I have no idea what you’re going on about. I suggest you unhand me and return to your pit of gossip with the other hens where you belong”. A sudden soft gasp from the company around him followed the woman out of his sight, which was now elsewhere. From across the room, his gaze met with that of the troll-ish Baron and his watery, disgusting muse.

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