Veroe
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IC: Alian De'Montreau: Venice September 11, 1887
"I love you."
"And I love you," She said as they circled in the chaste proper boxstep of the waltz. Their eyes met and Alain found himself lost as they waltzed within the endless shifting facets of her irises and the dark depths of her pupils. It was very good to be lost within her.
Soon the dance ended and true to form Alain wanted his wife in more private locations so he may make love to her in the passionate fashion Selena so very much deserved.
But first he needed to conclude his business with Signore Garibaldi. Taking Selena by the hand he led her over to where he and his wife stood by the door.
"Signore," He said approaching them, "Now to continue our business. I understand your warehouses will be empty until your ships return from the orient next month. My wares need a place to house them for the next few weeks when I can ship them overland to Vienna. It seems we can help eachother, indeed mon frer, we can both profit from helping eachother here."
"Signore De'Montreau, I have tried to be tolerant with you," Garibaldi shook his head, "But we will not do business together. I can not be seen doing business with a man who consorts in respectable company with..." His eyes shifted to Selena, "...with a foreign courtesan."
Signora Garibaldi nodded with an approving, "Hmmmph," at that.
"Now-agh!" Signore Garibaldi didn't finish his sentence as Alain's fist slammed into his nose propelling the man back into the far wall.
"You bastard," Alain stared down at the man, "You impune the honor of my wife again and I will use more than my fist to give you the beating you so richly deserve."
Garibaldi looked up at him in a mixture of fear and rage, "Get out of..."
"Oh we are certainly leaving," Alain took Selena's hand and stormed off in a dark and terrible fury leaving the Garibaldi's manor and climbing into a gondola to go down the canal to the house he had rented for their stay in Venice...if he never saw this over-glorified swamp again it'd be too soon.
He glance over to Selena and wrapped his arm around her. "I am sorry you had to suffer that, my love."
"I love you."
"And I love you," She said as they circled in the chaste proper boxstep of the waltz. Their eyes met and Alain found himself lost as they waltzed within the endless shifting facets of her irises and the dark depths of her pupils. It was very good to be lost within her.
Soon the dance ended and true to form Alain wanted his wife in more private locations so he may make love to her in the passionate fashion Selena so very much deserved.
But first he needed to conclude his business with Signore Garibaldi. Taking Selena by the hand he led her over to where he and his wife stood by the door.
"Signore," He said approaching them, "Now to continue our business. I understand your warehouses will be empty until your ships return from the orient next month. My wares need a place to house them for the next few weeks when I can ship them overland to Vienna. It seems we can help eachother, indeed mon frer, we can both profit from helping eachother here."
"Signore De'Montreau, I have tried to be tolerant with you," Garibaldi shook his head, "But we will not do business together. I can not be seen doing business with a man who consorts in respectable company with..." His eyes shifted to Selena, "...with a foreign courtesan."
Signora Garibaldi nodded with an approving, "Hmmmph," at that.
"Now-agh!" Signore Garibaldi didn't finish his sentence as Alain's fist slammed into his nose propelling the man back into the far wall.
"You bastard," Alain stared down at the man, "You impune the honor of my wife again and I will use more than my fist to give you the beating you so richly deserve."
Garibaldi looked up at him in a mixture of fear and rage, "Get out of..."
"Oh we are certainly leaving," Alain took Selena's hand and stormed off in a dark and terrible fury leaving the Garibaldi's manor and climbing into a gondola to go down the canal to the house he had rented for their stay in Venice...if he never saw this over-glorified swamp again it'd be too soon.
He glance over to Selena and wrapped his arm around her. "I am sorry you had to suffer that, my love."