Post by Esme on Feb 24, 2009 1:16:10 GMT -5
The man--statue?-- closed the door to the VIP room behind them. Esme looked about the room curiously, trying to catch every little detail....wasn't that what Rai once called her? Detail-oriented? No matter, he was at home while she was out "looking for herself"...with only a few months before they were to be married. She knew there was something missing. Something haunting her past that she couldn't quite remember... but for some reason it had led her here, to this place.
"Donc, ma douce, ce qui vous amène ici?" Gabriel took her hand once more and led her to a very large, comfortable-looking sofa. They both sat, and sunk down into the fluffy cushions, Gabriel's smile never once fading as he watched her.
"Mon français est très mauvais ..." she admitted softly, trying hard to pronounce every syllable correctly "en anglais?"
Gabriel laughed and nodded, and Esme felt relieved to see the understanding in his eyes.
"What brings you here, of all places?" He said, his thick accent sounding beautiful as it wrapped around each word. Esme sank back into the couch, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. Gabriel reached over to rest his hand over hers. "This is hardly such a place for a...how you say, femme mariée?"
Esme looked over at him, wondering how he knew, but...
"Not married, yet." She corrected him.
"Oui, I apologize. But still." He leaned in and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The warmth of his body was unbelievable, considering he was a marble statue.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp rapping at the door. She looked up to the door, and then to Gabriel, who had set his gaze to the door as well. She could not tell what he was thinking by the expression on his face, but he didn't seem happy.
"Temps de se réveiller, ma beauté. Nous mai être en mesure de discuter plus tard."
Esme only stared at him, dazed, not knowing what to do. She opened her lips to speak to him, but the rapping on the door became harder, more urgent. Gabriel gripped her arm and shook her, his lips dangerously close to hers and he lowered his voice to a dark hiss, his eyes ablaze with what seemed like worry mixed with anger.
"Esme, réveillez-vous! Wake up now! Maintenant!"
Esme felt herself fall back into his arms, her eyes closing on their own accord. She heard the door open, a man yelling, though she couldn't tell what he was saying. Gabriel said nothing, that she could hear. Was he just sitting there...? Surrounded by darkness, Esme slipped unconcious, sensing nothing but the tight grip of Gabriel's fingers on her, and even that was beginning to fade. Several of her muscles were twitching. She began to stir. The feel of Gabriel's touch was now nothing more than a heavy blanket draped over her...she began to open her eyes.
"Donc, ma douce, ce qui vous amène ici?" Gabriel took her hand once more and led her to a very large, comfortable-looking sofa. They both sat, and sunk down into the fluffy cushions, Gabriel's smile never once fading as he watched her.
"Mon français est très mauvais ..." she admitted softly, trying hard to pronounce every syllable correctly "en anglais?"
Gabriel laughed and nodded, and Esme felt relieved to see the understanding in his eyes.
"What brings you here, of all places?" He said, his thick accent sounding beautiful as it wrapped around each word. Esme sank back into the couch, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. Gabriel reached over to rest his hand over hers. "This is hardly such a place for a...how you say, femme mariée?"
Esme looked over at him, wondering how he knew, but...
"Not married, yet." She corrected him.
"Oui, I apologize. But still." He leaned in and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The warmth of his body was unbelievable, considering he was a marble statue.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp rapping at the door. She looked up to the door, and then to Gabriel, who had set his gaze to the door as well. She could not tell what he was thinking by the expression on his face, but he didn't seem happy.
"Temps de se réveiller, ma beauté. Nous mai être en mesure de discuter plus tard."
Esme only stared at him, dazed, not knowing what to do. She opened her lips to speak to him, but the rapping on the door became harder, more urgent. Gabriel gripped her arm and shook her, his lips dangerously close to hers and he lowered his voice to a dark hiss, his eyes ablaze with what seemed like worry mixed with anger.
"Esme, réveillez-vous! Wake up now! Maintenant!"
Esme felt herself fall back into his arms, her eyes closing on their own accord. She heard the door open, a man yelling, though she couldn't tell what he was saying. Gabriel said nothing, that she could hear. Was he just sitting there...? Surrounded by darkness, Esme slipped unconcious, sensing nothing but the tight grip of Gabriel's fingers on her, and even that was beginning to fade. Several of her muscles were twitching. She began to stir. The feel of Gabriel's touch was now nothing more than a heavy blanket draped over her...she began to open her eyes.