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| My only hope for this night is to be amused...; Elizabeth Grey | |
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| Elizabeth Grey | Dec 10 2010, 02:32 PM Post #16 |
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It wasn’t so much that Elizabeth found humility and confidence mutually exclusive, so much as she had never seen it truly perfected—not even in herself. And, not surprising to most who knew her, she often needed proof that something existed before she found herself truly believing. Religion would be the only case in her life where this was not true, because what is faith if not believing without seeing? That is to say that perhaps Elizabeth had very little faith in humanity at all. But she was a realist. She did not complain about such things, nor did she sit around mourning the loss. Especially since she knew her own record in the matter would probably be something left to be desired. She was an especially confident woman—too confident some might say. And often she found that her humility showed itself only when she was truly comfortable with someone. Lady Dudley, for example, had seen a softer and kinder side of her – as well as her extreme sarcasm. She was a friend of the truest order and she was always thankful for her closeness and friendship. What it simply came down to was that, more delicate than the balance of humility and confidence, was the balance of humility and weakness. Often humility was taken for such a thing and therefore a target at court. In any case, she was hardly close enough to this man to say such things. They had only exchanged a few words and, if she wasn’t mistaken, she would not be surprised if he had every intention of wooing her to his chambers. That, as much as the desire burned her, would not and could not happen. What surprised her more than anything was the pull that he seemed to have on her. It was more than she had felt in sometime and she found herself struggling with it. Especially as they started to dance and give into the physical closeness. Just the way he looked at her spoke volumes. It nearly made her want to look away from him, but she could not. Her gaze was ever settled on his as they danced, how she breathed she hadn’t a clue. His elegance was nearly breathtaking, rather different than the stiffness of an English man. Everything whipped past her in her semi-inebriated state—the colors, the sounds, every sense. She could focus nearly only on him and her words, everything else be damned. These were certainly things that a woman such as her shouldn’t be thinking. Certainly things that were not common thoughts for herself. But he just brought it out in her. Oh how she hoped he didn’t press for her company further into the night… And then she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, divulging her secret as if almost proud of it. Well, vaguely revealing hints as to her secret. But he was no fool. Surely he knew exactly what he was thinking. In the moment they were parted, she nearly became nervous at what answer her would give her. Nervous? God, she couldn’t let that show through, nor did she. Elizabeth was, as always, a shining pillar of confidence and grace as her hand slipped back into his. Was that his thumb running across her knuckles? Never had such a simple physical touch effected her so. In fact, she looked back over to him her eyes moving from the floor then to him slowly and then…she smiled. It was not her normal sort of turn of the lips, but instead a glimpse into something people rarely saw in her. Then he jested with her. Oh, he was very much her equal when it came to the manipulation and slight of words. Her fingers were in his hands and she squeezed gently, almost intimate in nature. The song, it seemed, was coming to an end and so she suddenly spoke with a bluntness she had not intended. Perhaps all of it had finally gotten to her. “If it is not apparent to you now, my lord, than I find you are not as observant and astute as I believed you to be,” she revealed, feeling as if she had revealed so much more than she should have. The song then came to an end and they fell back into their places, standing apart. She curtseyed gracefully and hoped that this would end their time together for the evening, for she was slowly crumbling inside and being near his presence for too much longer would eventually led her, she feared, to a place from which she could not return. |
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| William Spencer | Dec 10 2010, 08:34 PM Post #17 |
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William had been told that he had the sort of gaze and blue eyes that could melt women easily, and he had enjoyed that special power for most of his life. Indeed, in his youth, he had practiced those same looks that he saw in Francis. There were all sorts of glances once could give, with different meaning, which worked on different women in different ways. However, tonight William was not putting on any airs. She had stripped him of that in a way. It was the divulging of a secret. It was the gateway to so very many things. She had accepted him in his 'french'ness, or at least far more than most, so he did not feel the need to put on airs. William had endured many things because of his shoulder injury. As such there were quite a few masculine pass-times which he could not enjoy and be very competitive. Thus, he did not much engage in them. While William was not a particular devotee of dancing, he had to strive to be good at it. His inability to be very talented in other areas dictated a need for him to perfect those where he could. His grace and elegance in dance had surely made him a popular dancing partner in France. It had also aided many a maid to his bed. Tonight, however, he was not thinking about his bed. He was too busy memorizing the curve and lines of her elegant neck to be thinking about his more base needs. She held his attention too much as they were for his mind to wander far. The gesture of giving his hand a small squeeze pleased him, and he rewarded her with a look and smile that was almost soulful, not a carefully devised mask devoid of emotion. "I find I could not dare be so hopeful, Lady Grey, as to find myself thus entrenched in your good graces," he said, and then as they drew closer, added in her ear, "I will strive to deserve such favour." And their brief interlude into closeness was broken by the end of the song, willing them back to their places. He gave her a gracious bow. "And now I do believe I must take my leave of you for now. A proper brother must spend some time doting on his younger sister and checking after his younger brother," he informed her with a soft nod as he accepted another glass of wine from a passing servant. (All Out) |
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