Aurore Devareaux

coup d'etat

Royal sacrefice

Civil unrest

The Terror

mob rules

misunderstood

Envy

Devon Burke slinked onto the stoop of waterfront tavern and surveyed the near distant sea vessel with cassual air. A serving maid just coming in for the long day's duty caught his eye and was called over. "Now ain' ye jus' a fine sight to me starvin' eyes, gerl.." She paused in step to the familiar voice, placing hands on hips, " Tis a wee early fer ye to be loafin' about, bigh." Burke feinged innocence, "An there ye go...Tis ne'er too early to be gazin' pon one such as ye...Why, a drop o' the craithur be jus' an added delight." Maid rolled her eyes and laughed before continueing inside. "Oh yer breakin' me heart, lass..." Devon clutched his chest in mock pain, chuckling to himself, knowing full well she would give him a tumble later in the night. Turning his attention towards the docks, Devon Burke watched like aloof cat mimicing sleep.

Oriental

She cast a quick glance to him around hood barrier, replying quietly in French, "These are things that will never happen, Sucre'. I love you, and pure love is eternal; without boundries or restrictions to bind its' want. When I look in your eyes, I see us aged with grandchildren afore us playing in our midst. These are things that shall come to pass..." Aurore looked past hood edge again, eyes holding his, "I promise."

physics

Aurore took his proffered arm, drawing close to Sterling's warmth. Something was haunting him and under the circumstances, it could be one of many things or many of one thing. She snuck a glimpse of his expression and was concerned by what was seen. Moving free hand to the arm that craddled her own, Aurore gave a small squeeze to his coat sleeve in act of reassurance.

Moriarity

Sabastian's hand-me-downs re-stored, Aurore guised herself in dark hues of azure. Returning to the first floor, she paused watching the gathering of men as they waited outside. Sabastian and a few of the others remained inside and seeing her return, brother offered a wink. She smiled warmly in response then moved onward to join those just beyond the front entrance.

Aurore nodded again, a sad smile gracing expression, "If that is what you wish, Sucre'... I cannot promise that you will always understand, but I will help you try." Moving back to him, she streached up on toe support, brushing his lips with her own. "I shall change attire..."

Aurore turned sharply to face him, eyes narrowed a degree with feral glint that breached the refining Christophe had honed so skillfully. Quickly her mental workings calculated the battle line and her lips parted to speak...Then, just as quickly as the storm had boiled up, it dissipated. Another battle not worth the cost, and she nodded silent understanding. Slipping by on soft soles, Aurore paused as the door was brought back to open, "Tres vien...I will change my attire to what you prefer. Monsieur Roberts shall bring me to where you are."

Devon Burke glanced to the ruckus, noticed Aurore and shrugged. In his mind, the English always seemed a bit uptight. Sabastian traded looks with the others of Le Cour present then trained on where Sterling seemed to have lost a degree of his facial color. Aurore's expression pinched minutely, then she turned without word motioning for Sterling to follow into the back room. With the door secured, she inclined her chin with puzzelment floating in olive pools. "I did not think it best to attend this in normal attire, therfore giving the other man in question the impression that you relied on a woman's advice. Is that not looked down upon in your world?" She turned away, focusing on the wavering dance of near oil flame, "I am concerned for your safety, Sucre'..." Reaching to the sash's edged, she rolled it down just enough to reveal what was hidden beneath. "If it is of deep displeasure to you, I shall change. But...I urge you ahead and I shall follow to keep from delaying the other Capitaine any further..." Aurore's voice was just above whisper.

Aurore watched after as the room emptied to leave but she and brother. Sabastian made no further comment on recent revalation, but she could tell he was bothered. Crossing to a large chest hidden in the dim, clothing was selected removed. Sabastian gave one last look to her then followed in the other's wake. As the door was closed, the layers of silk were abandoned for trappings of Brother's younger years. The britches and shirt of loose flow acting as concealment to attributes the silks would not. Short soft souled boots were laced into place and an old favored chapeau of wide brimmed nature placed as crown. A wide sash was wrapped over circling belt of worn surface, covering the series of small blades in leather keeping. It was of great concern to her that she apeared a liability, or that the man who's audience was to be attended might think less of Jean with a woman in his entourage. Tresses bound in several tongs, Aurore retreated dark chamber for the main room below.

Sabastian's brow furrowed briefly at Sterling's desire to take sibling into the sea vessel's keeping at further mooring point and he pondered what was not known to have transpired with his brief absence. "Matters to be settled..." he echoed the other's words. "I have a bit of buisness to attend to at sunset, but I do not see where such a late meal should hamper such..." Being parted by a distance of water knawed at him in smallish way, but he nodded accord. "I only ask that you take one of mine with you to attend my sister, s'il vous plait."

" I am fine, merci...but, I ask that you allow me to change into more proper attire...More concealing attire, s'il vous plait and then I shall join you below." Aurore glanced sidelong to where she knew Christophe lingered, wondering what might be playing the corridors of his mind.

She streached, a movement of felinesque ballet. Moving to a sitting position, the large expressive eyes blinked in act of driving away cat nap hold. Sabastian remained in steepled pose, awaiting the hail on portal wood to lend information to what transpired below. Senses reached forward, gleaning the familiar whisper of movement just outside. Then the knock, quickly followed by the threat of light fighting its' way into the realm. Two figures with luminated outlines, one lithe...the other broader in shoulder. Light was sent in retreat with closure. Christophe lingered near portal existance as Sean moved forward, "I have the Striker's reply..." Information and instruction were relayed thoroughly, accompanied by observations and judgements.

Beggar Prince eyed Sterling with amusment, half shadowed in low glow. "Oui..just tierd." He leaned forward to steepled fingers. "That one will never allow anyone to see if she is burdened, but I can see through the facades and have always managed to do so." Tilting his head a bit, Sabastian's attention was drawn to the faint sound of door opening below.

Sabastian eased the door back further, pointing into the darkness disrupted intermittantly by tallow's glow. Waving Sterling in, he moved to the side closing the portal once again to the aggrivations of outer light. Fully used to the chamber's nature, Sabastian navigated to the heavy table and ledger while the other hesitated to adjust to the near none existant lighting and pungent scents hanging the encompassment.

Sabastian continued to speak in soothing tone while his attention was drawn to approaching footfall. No check need be given to sibling's state, the tranquil whisper of intake and exhalation verifying slumber travels. Easing himself from sofa hold, he crossed to wooden barrier as the first rap fell to exterior surface. No consideration was given in regard to who would ask audience, none would make it this far without consent from those below. Carfully, the door was drawn back, Sabastian's body acting as barrier to the light seeking entrance to dark shrine. His voice was kept low in greeting to Sterling's arrival, but the smile offered was one of welcome.

You are most welcome.