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[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't understand it at all...

{Diva is looking very fashionable in red today, wearing the hairstyle and clothing of a Victorian fashion, complete with all the equipment at her waist or in her hands for archery. She's nocking an arrow with a very practiced fluidity. There's no way she would be able to use the bow in her hands as a weapon, just for sport. To further accentuate that, a distance away is a rather beat-up looking target with a few arrows in it already, though very few are even on the target.}

I mean, it would make sense when I found that book, but now is such an odd time. I hadn't even been seeing the palace lately.

{She stops murmuring to herself for the moment, aiming and shooting the arrow, and much to her own surprise, gets fairly close to the center! This is surprising for her, since her aim was always pretty terrible.}

...Ah! I hit it!

{Diva smiles, quite pleased with herself, drawing another arrow out of the quiver to try again.}

((ooc: Experiment start for Diva! You can find the details here, but she's chillin' in her memories of Russia at the moment, basically.))

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Of course, Sam! Sam Tyler!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do know who is. I just wasn't aware you were particularly close to him.

[madamemoiselle]

{Bringing a hand to her face, almost shyly}

Well, that would be that I...I really love Sam.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...well, that's new.]

Really?

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods} Because Sam believes in me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So you actually listen to what he says?

[madamemoiselle]

Of course! I want Sam to be happy with me, after all, so I'll listen. And Sam is helping me, so...

Wait, why?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I have to have a reason for asking?

[madamemoiselle]

When it's something personal like that, I think so.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You decided to tell me in the first place.

[madamemoiselle]

But you asked.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You say one thing, I say something else, and so on and so forth. It's called conversation.

[madamemoiselle]

Then why did you ask?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because it seemed on topic?

[madamemoiselle]

{She pauses for a moment, but nods as she thinks that's a suitable answer. But then she smiles warmly.}

I do love Sam, though. Even if he may not love me back, I do.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You said something about only really loving one person before... did you mean Sam?

[madamemoiselle]

I did. Sam is the most precious person to me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, it's always nice to have someone, I suppose...

[madamemoiselle]

You don't like it because it's me, do you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No. It's just a strange concept when it comes to you.

[madamemoiselle]

...Why?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you at least have a vague idea.

[madamemoiselle]

But I want you to tell me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

And I don't want to.

[madamemoiselle]

Please?