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mattersverymuch) wrote2013-08-20 05:30 pm
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-08-20 05:30 pm
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[It's been so many years since the marquis was young that he'd almost forgotten what it was like. He had been so small, ill-fed and underweight, and so easily broken. Which, really, explains a lot about what he's become - none of which he particularly wanted explained to the Barge as a whole.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
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[Transparent lack of acceptance. So transparent, all of them.]
And why, precisely, are you glad?
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We both of us need our smoke and mirrors, lovey. I don't think we'd either of us be better off seein' be'ind them particular curtains. Do you?
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[Not quite true - but there is something about Iris's particular brand of mystery that the marquis is content not untangling completely. Some things can remain secret.]