Cerulean Sins - Chapters 10-13
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Jean-Claude can't seem to bring himself to sit up straight. He's slumped in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, and so very still. That pleading look from Asher as he'd taken Musette's hand, watching as Musette hurt Asher, drawing his second's blood -- his Asher's blood -- had been enough to rip open wounds he'd rather had remained blissfully ignorant of. But now they were gaping inside him, and the knowledge that it had been Anita to set Asher up for it... that Anita had set Asher up for far worse than just being publicly stabbed...
He is both defeated and furious.
He is also tired. Simply tired. Each step forward for him left him three steps behind by the time Anita was through.
He is both defeated and furious.
He is also tired. Simply tired. Each step forward for him left him three steps behind by the time Anita was through.
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Date: 2009-08-06 04:35 pm (UTC)"So," she murmurs, and Jean-Claude looks at her, moving only his eyes. "If Asher belongs to no one by tomorrow night, they're within their rights to ask for him again?"
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Date: 2009-08-06 04:48 pm (UTC)A great many things had been made impossible now. And Jean-Claude could not have contradicted Anita without giving the impression that he could not control his human servant.
At least it won't be dull, he thinks ruefully.
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Date: 2009-08-06 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-06 05:58 pm (UTC)"Only that their basic needs be met," he answers, ticking them off on his fingers. "Shelter from the sun, hunting rights or willing donors, lovers... the essentials."
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Date: 2009-08-06 06:11 pm (UTC)The look Jean-Claude gives her makes her wince internally.
"Keeping them out of the sun, I get. Even the willing donors thing, because God knows what they would do hunting the streets. But I don't get the lovers thing, Jean-Claude. What does that mean exactly?"
Better to know now than be surprised later, she thinks.
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:02 pm (UTC)"Asking for lovers for the servants would be déclassé," he continues, "so the maid and butler are not to be worried over. The children could be problematic. The girl's body is too small, and she does not think of such things. The boy, however, is quite... precocious. It is likely why Belle sent Musette to take him."
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:29 pm (UTC)"Tell me Musette never had sex with the kid," she almost pleads.
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:30 pm (UTC)"Would you prefer the unpleasant truth or the comfortable lie?"
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:44 pm (UTC)"I'd rather you not lie to me, Jean-Claude."
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:54 pm (UTC)"One of Belle's gifts is to sense sexual appetite in others. Bartolomé may look like a child, but he does not think like one, nor did he when he was truly the age he appears. And he was of the time where the sons of nobility were allowed almost any indiscretion with women not of noble blood. He could use his innocent childish face to lure women into... compromising positions, and then either abuse them or blackmail them by claiming they were the aggressor."
Jean-Claude sees the confusion in Anita's face and digresses into a minor history lesson for her benefit. "The term 'child molestation' did not exist then, though of course the act still did. However, with children married off as early as ten, those with such tastes could sate themselves within the safety of the marriage bed. At least, until their spouses became too old, at which point they would begin looking outside the home, or inside if their own children had reached the proper age by then."
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Date: 2009-08-07 12:28 am (UTC)"I didn't need to know the last bit. Jean-Claude, that's... that's just disgusting."
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Date: 2009-08-07 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 04:19 pm (UTC)"How did he feel when he woke up, knowing he'd be a child forever?" she asks.
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Date: 2009-08-09 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 07:28 pm (UTC)"Jesus Christ," Anita whispers.
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Date: 2009-08-09 09:35 pm (UTC)Jean-Claude lays back in the chair, arm raised across his eyes. "Of course, vampires being vampires, it could not be such for long. Valentina tried to turn some of her playmates so she would not be alone. The nanny discovered her, and Valentina slit her throat. That was the end of human nannies and playmates, needless to say."
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Date: 2009-08-09 09:41 pm (UTC)Anita feels the urge to just laugh, but she's half-afraid if she does, she'll start to cry.
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Date: 2009-08-09 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 11:20 pm (UTC)"She must hate it... hate her existence."
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Date: 2009-08-11 09:33 pm (UTC)"I do not know. I do not speak to her."
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Date: 2009-08-12 12:43 am (UTC)"You're afraid of her."
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