Aurore Devareaux

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Deep intake of air was drawn then slowly let passage in reverse. Fine jaw line became rigid as thoughts danced her mind in slow pirouette. "Non....I shall remain here for here is at your side and the place I long to be. Word can be sent to 'Bastian and he will relinquish vigil along with the others."

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She studied Sterling's features, gauging the weight of his words and found no flaw. Leaning forward, gentle kiss was placed on fever chapped lips, then she retreated. "Then perhaps it is best that you rest and once your strength is regained, we may fill in the grays betwixt black and white..."

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A small flicker played aqueous sights then quelled. When the soft touch of French stroked words sounded to hearing, it was with a calm sooth much reflecting Brother's manner of smokey tone. "In your heart lays the answer and it is there that you have to delve..." Aurore remained in the same posturing as afore husband's confession, no call to arms ruffled her manner, just calm regard; a raptor's focus of finite intention.

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^ er...ditto. Raised in a highly artistic family. Painters, writers, musicians and dramatists....Eccentric? Moi?....LOL < gets lost in museums for hours...days.....eternities V Favorite museum or exhibition?

^ Both < Really needs to tune violin...Cello was first stringed instrument learned. V Musicly inclined?

Aurore's expression gained a neutral hue as the dark pools focused and traped his own. " I have great doubt of such. But, if you feel that transgression has occured, than mayhaps you might relay it and allow me to judge its' validity." Small hand found his larger one, sliding into comfortable folds and giving comfort pressure.

She glanced away from him just long enough to silently comunicate a need for privacy to the two other men hanging in the wings. Daint hand lay soft caress to Husband's brow followed by brush of lips. "Please relax, Sucre'...There is no more need for worries. Sabastian is waiting out on the quay and I will send word to him that I am staying here to attend. Sleep is what you need and I shall not leave your side. Je t'amie..."

The first thing her senses clamped on to was the scent, it wafted with the portal's meager stance and became assault once stepping into the lair. Aurore's remaining sensories reached into the abyss as the portal was closed, them narrowed to center on the figure in slung repose. With target acquired, only instinctual energy was wasted on the surround, all else keenly projected to vessel's Roi. If any conversation took place between the two other men standing near, it was barely noted as she moved closer to Mate's side. Aurore stood stock still, a hair breadth's away from the minute pendulum sway of canvas render. The heat and humidity reveled in coaxing noxious scent to near overpowering reign of chamber and her breathing pattern shallowed without conscious command. She could feel the eyes of Symms and March watching on from behind, a desire to vanquish them both from chamber's fortitude arose, but was choked before being given true form. Without giving full grant of acknowledgment to near porcelain bowl of water capture, her eyes stayed intent upon Sterling's semi-calm while hands reached for cooling cloth. Gently applying aqua sooth to fevered brow, further note was made of the slight furrow that played his expression. Again linen square was refreshed and used for comfort caress then discarded. Lightly, Aurore gave caress to cheek, feeling the radiant heat that met digit touch. The dark pools of visual expression reflected pain and concern as stray lock of tow tincture was brushed aside.....

The composure that had fought for higher ground and rule of her expression hitched then regained stance. Aurore nodded acknowledgment to his words with stiff comprehension. "Monsieur March, take me to mon mari....And do so with expediant measure, s'il vous plait." Her thoughts were troubled and it was with an appetite that overpowered the fear of great vessel's existance.

Expressive visual depths narrowed briefly to the answer, its' flavor displeasing to her palet. As the Lieutenants hand drifted to lower bearing, Aurore stepped foward again, chin inclined a degree in some form of defience and the angled terra was traded for more level ground. "Monsieur, you will be so kind as to explain this to me....It is riddles and enigmas that your tounge does rouse....." Down below, Sabastian shuddered without conscious thought.

Aurore watched the other's subtle nuances, made note of faux play of steadfast bearing. Another deep inhalation was taken with slow and quiet progression, another pace was allowed forward and with jaw set hard for fleeting momment, she spoke again. " I am rather confused, Monsieur....You act as though I am asking some great boon...."

A minute squeeze was given to Sabastian's arm just as she unthreaded from it's security. With a hint of confidence, Aurore closed the gap of distance and steadied just before plank met deck. A beat of time flowed at molasses pacing as she studied the Lieutenant's face. "I do not understand, Monsuier...." Verbose was delivered with silkened hush.

Two sets of visual pools tinctured in earthy tones regarded the Lieutenant carefully, instinctually delving into what was not said but presented in posturing. Aurore cast a fleet look upon sibling and took another hindered step forward. "Monsieur March, will you tell him that I am here. That I wish to speak with him in the night air, s'il vous plait?"

Aurore held tightly to the comfort of brother's arm, her expression of calm giving faux presentation to what swam just below. A reluctance showed in well placed step, pause at the beginning rise of wooden bridge to the wooden nation above. With deep concern, male reflection watched her silent signals of body language, conjuring concern on lupine brow. Slow inhalation was drawn and another hesitant step taken. "Monsieur March, I wish to see mon mari...."

Once again, the gangplank gained proximity and smallish falter of assuredness gave evidence in daint step. So well the rhythms attuned and choreographed between siblings, that Elder brought Younger to halt. Rounding to place form as blockade to the ship and Her company, Sabastian centered all attention upon other's expression; raising brow in silent query. A smallish nod of negation was issued by the Younger and once again, the decks above and man who held sway over them was looked upon.

Old suspicions rose to whisper as Siren's beckon in gut regions. Memories of Navarre...memories of France....tauntings of the Gadje. With a short bow, Sabastian returned to quay's end where not a word was said between gathered company. Hand was extended, and Kindred aided from equine plateau to solidity of terra. Protectively, Prince of the Beggar's Ball escorted Court's prize possession to space of former occupation. The chill of spine returned with vessel's loom.

"Then so be it, though the manner of recent occurances has left me quite concerned in regards to mine sibling's....treatment. If you will swear that she shall be met with the highest of respect then I shall allow her into your keeping and wait patiently."

Sabastian's eyes narrowed slightly, his posture stiffened, "Truly Monsieur March...One can think many things and lay wagers where they seem fit...But I am not one to waste time on petty assumptions and I only lay wagers when I see it to mine advantage...." A pace was taken back with fluid grace, " It would seem that the odds lay to your favor at current and I shall keep mine thinkings unclouded with unneccessary wanderings. You shall be so kind as to relay this, one that I hold quite dear is rightly disturbed by recent actions. And perhaps, when he considers himself to have a momment of more convienence, he shall think upon that one's angst...."

Sabastian tilted his head a degree to the right, pondering the statement offered. Briefly he glanced to the gangplank as if scrutinizing some forgien creature then turned full focus on the other man. "Pardon?....Indisposed say you?....That seems of rather odd condintations if I would be one to consider overlong."

Beggar Prince returned bow with courtly airs, eyeing the vessel afore him with some manner of hidden discomfort before replying. "Bonsoir, Monsieur March...I see you are well in light of all that has occured in recent past..." The dark eyes surveyed vessel's existance again as Sabastian continued, " The night is a pleasurable thing in Tropic locals...Though I dare to say it is not a chance meeting that exists betwixt you and I. But, rather a need of audience that brings me here. Would you be so kind as to inform Le Capitaine of mine being present?" From behind, a soft whisper of whinney danced over the waters.