Folded Mess (o)

[noelle]

Noelle walked silently around the garden, she enjoyed looking at the plant life though most would find it boring she always seemed to twist it into something interesting. Whilst the plants almost seemed non moving Noelle could imagine it breath and dance with the wind, yet again this is could be caused by her minor loneliness that swept over once she came to the school. Whether there over a hundred girls or butlers in a room it still didn’t seem to make a big enough difference. Noelle sighed before walking forward once again, this time keeping her mind on much happier thoughts like…bunnies or cake?

There was a bench up ahead one she had been going to awhile now so it was almost like a safe house where she could sit back and relax with a book before going back to class. Unfortunately this time she had forgotten a book so instead she’d just have to make do with what was in front of her for entertainment-nothing. “Perhaps…” Noelle spoke softly, her French accent coming out clear. Rummaging through the pocket of her skirt she managed to pull out a small, or average sized piece of paper which had been folded to fit nicely into her pocket.

Now for the next ten minutes Noelle had spent that entire time folding and ripping this single piece of paper till its shape somewhat resembled a flower but ended up looking more like …ripped up paper. Disheartened by her attempts at being creative Noelle placed the paper back in her pocket, not wanting to litter anywhere. Sitting back into the bench Noelle’s pulled her long caramel hair to the side of her head, running her fingers through it gently whilst letting her dark brown eyes gaze down into a small puddle of water for no reason other than the fact that she was bored.

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[durandal]

It was a lovely day, he would admit, seeing as how he had connections, he and his two close friends were free to roam about whenever they wanted. Durandal didn’t let the fact he was lady-less distract him from anything he enjoyed, she would come soon, and he was the best, no? So, his Lady must be the best as well considering the time she was taking in notifying him of her presence. For now, Durandal was an audience to the show of beautiful flowers from which to gaze upon. He was a regular, he loved glancing and taking in the loveliness of nature, flowers were an art a gift from above to enchant the minds of mortals, so he thought. He was on the opposite side of the bench of which she sat upon. The pillars gave shade until he stepped out in the middle, the sun now gracing him with its golden rays of light. His clothing, a white suit, decorated with gold decorations not too subtle yet not too elaborate to boggle the eyes glowed and twinkled. His hair grew far more radiant then it usually was, the sun giving it more of a golden, vivacious shine.

He still in the middle, amidst the beautiful red roses he had come to adore the most. His eyes caught the sight of a lone red rose on the ground near him, and he knelt down, his white gloved fingers taking it in his hand delicately. He stood back up erect slowly, skillfully, and placed the flower by his nose, slowly and almost touching his smooth lips. The rose smelt absolutely lovely by his standards, a smile graving his face, to her view she would see his side, but it was enough to relish the sight of him. A breeze, warm and kind blew past him, sending forth a dance of the red flowers of passion, scattering red petals about the scene of beauty. Long, golden locks of hair were uplifted, in the air, his eyes closed, he was serene…placid, calm…

This was Durandal, to her it would seem an angel had graced her presence, perhaps a God even, but Durandal would say both if he could. For now, nothing else mattered, but the Show Stopper man would not ignore a woman’s call for him if need be.

[noelle]

Noelle focused her gaze on the small puddle of water, from the reflection she could see the flowers that surrounded her, their lush color and soft texture simply obvious to all whom passed not to mention their scent could lock the hearts of many, of course that’s how Noelle thought of them but who knows if she shared the same passion as anyone else it was more probably than unlikely as flowers were loved all over. Her eyes moved away from the water to her hands, which had moved from her hair to the ends of her sleeves, adjusting them accordingly.

Noelle sighed softly, her eyes returned to the water but this time she caught sight of someone in the reflection. Looking towards the direction she saw a man, a butler. The first surprise for Noelle now was that there was no sight of his lady, usually these days butler’s very rarely left their side. Now the second thing that seemed to cause her to take in a deep sigh unknowingly was his appearance. Golden hair and a beautifully shaped face, his entire look seemed so angelic.

Noelle’s hands dropped to her lap, her mouth opened slightly as if she were to speak but instead it seemed a little more like ‘gawking’ at him but in a more…sly way. Picking herself up off the bench she stood still in her place, her fingers interlocked with each other. Her stance was relaxed but her head was held high ..of course not high enough to make her look like a ostrich but to emit her confidence. Noelle began to walk a little closer, stopping a few generous feet away.

“Monsieur care to join me?” The French accent was thick yet soft. Now Noelle’s dark chocolate eyes got a better look at him, now she couldn’t help but look over all of him this time, and if he noticed then he’ll just have to take it as a compliment, Noelle would not get embarrassed so easily, well that’s what she seemed to tell herself.

“It seems I have found myself in need of some company.”

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[durandal]

Whilst trapped in his thought of grandeur, a female’s voice hit his ears, a soft breeze of the culture of France blew about him and he opened his eyes, turning to look at her. His golden brown eyes gave a piercing effect, fully capable of destroying you with a glare, but beautiful enough to admire yet not touch like a museum’s finest relic on display. They softened yet still remained as silent as ever, his eyes, though said to be a window for the soul, were closed to the world, an air of mysterious beauty was what his aura radiated. He was unpredictable…but one had hoped you knew at least a little of what he was going to do next, pleasant or not. He did smile at her, in hopes she would smile in return, he was glad to be greeted by such a beautiful, fair lady.

“Oh? To join you? Well, I would be a boar not to accept such a sensible, honest request from such a lovely lady.” His words were laced with sweet flattery; his accent though he is Austrian and Roman would strike one as having a mixture of both. His accent was sweet and flowed like the wind. Deep enough to cause a sigh, yet light enough to wonder if he was performing a romantic serenade. He was a skilled negotiator just like the stories of the man who ran a business that held itself together with wealth and silent strength. People…knew his name, people respected him, and people admired and adored him. It was what he always wanted as a boy, to be acknowledged and to be admired.

“I shall accompany you, but even if I had no choice, I would be ever so eager to do so. If it pleases you, milady, I shall introduce myself.” He tucked some of his golden locks of hair behind his ear.

“My name is Durandal Sinclair Aurelius, the owner of Deus Aurelius, and a Butler of the highest caliber. I am here to serve my lady, but also to serve others that come to me for any assistance that they desire of me and that I am capable of giving.” He bowed, and when standing back up to his full height he kept his smile, confidence radiated from him.

“This also pertains to sharing my time with a Lady such as yourself, but I’m dreadfully sad to inform that…I do not have a Lady of my own yet, but…she must be magnificent if she’s taking this long, no?” He chuckled lightly.

“Here…A beautiful French Woman is elegant and beautiful, her words speak of romance and her form be that of a sweet goddess. This red rose is a pittance compared to you, but I offer it by my own sweet hopes of having you enjoy my company as long as you’ll have me…” He offered the red rose to her, delicate and unblemished.

[noelle]

Noelle stood firmly in her place, yet still gently and softly swaying side to side wherever the wind seemed to take her, of course if she were alone she might just of had to dance and she’d first need to get to know someone pretty well in order to dance in front of them- apart from ball’s and events but that was the tamed version. Once she was sure her voice hit his ears she was automatically quite frightened-perhaps nervous would be a better would for how she felt, for Noelle usually was alright around men, she knew how to use her appearance to her advantage but never had she seen such a beautiful man before. It was…intimidating to say the least.

Noelle’s eyes met his and though they were stunning she was intrigued and somewhat lured in by the mystery in his eyes. A smile pinched at her lips in return to his, smiles were contagious were they not? At his compliment Noelle couldn’t help but feel her cheeks burn lightly, but perhaps not enough to cause a her to turn red. She merely nodded, her smile turned into a smirk as she twisted on her heel towards the small path as if to lead him her way. Now Just because he was handsome didn’t mean she’d lose sight of the control she had.

She did take note of his voice, heck it was embedded I her mind for the most part and for that she did dislike him, just because he could change her thought path, it angered her but when she looked upon his angelic features the anger vanished. “My you are quite the charmer aren’t you? “ Noelle raised an eyebrow yet her expression remember serene. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Durandal, my name is Noelle Beauvais.” She bowed her head slightly being the most polite thing to do at that moment.

“Now that is quite surprising, such a handsome man as yourself doesn’t have a lady.” Noelle’s face fallen slightly, she expected that Durandal would have been snatched up by now, there must be a fault- well that’s what she seemed to hope but so far no luck. “Well I do hope you find your magnificent lady soon, but a man of your…” Her eyes ran over him with a sly smile. “credibility, must have the ladies swooning over you constantly. “

Ah but now all was doomed for Noelle as more compliments fell from his lips. Now this time she could not keep back the pink stains from forming upon her cheeks. “Your words are too kind, but I thank you for the rose and if you keep up the flattery I might just not let you go.” She laughed softly.

Noelle began to walk slowly, her back turned to him for the quickest of moments before turning her head back having to push back a lock of her caramel hair to catch glimpse of him, her fingertips running against the stem and soft petals.

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[durandal]

“Would you rather I have been manner less and horribly dim-witted? I am merely that way, because I made myself so. As a butler, every word that slips from the lips is one of pleasantries and elegant thoughts. Such is what I think…” He was naturally a charmer, and probably one of the few men who could pull of the long-haired look. His smile brightened a tad from now knowing her name, it as quite beautiful, like the woman tagged with it. “French names have always tickled my fancy…” He started, following her on the path she directed him to. “…they roll off the tongue with a softness like silk, and are quite exquisite…as if a poetry. I would’ve been a happier man if my mom gave me such a lovely name, but alas I got stuck with a name no one has heard of…but I suppose I should be happy. Uniqueness is a wondrous thing to have, but like mot things it can be too much of a good thing.” He chuckled at her own brand of honest flattery.

“Sometimes I wonder why myself, but I know that I am deserving of one, a chance that every butler wants and needs. Then again, a very good friend of mine, a part of our beloved trio, is without one as well. See…you might not know of this, but I am a part of a Trio. A trio of men who exceed the physical expectations of butler’s. We are that of which is coveted and cherished. Beauty, elegance…and our own personal flair. You could say…we’re the ‘Untamable Musketeers or Chevalier’ who live to serve with the utmost of care and finesse.”

“Though it isn’t official, women do swoon upon us, I arguably think I get more attention then my ragtag friends, but I could be wrong. It isn’t bad to think highly of oneself, yes?” He looked at her.

“But, I’ve taken a shine to you…if you should need more assistance call for me, and like a Knight I shall come…sweep you off your feet, and assist in the best way I can manage.” He was delighted by her approval of him.

“You’re far easier to please then the others; it uplifts me to be so pleasing to you. A treasure every butler wants from a lovely lady.” His eyes sparked with interest, a desirable quirk of a smile on his face, dusted with subtle seduction.

“Oh? My, that sounds passionate. I’m flattered, truly…”

[noelle]

Noelle began to slowly walk, slowly down somewhat so instead of being in front of him she was beside him, though she liked being in control she sill disliked having her back turned to people- depending on the circumstances of course. Her eyes moved back to his face from the floor as she listened intently to his words which she couldn’t help but escape a small giggle from. “Manner less and dim-witted ? of course not but blushing at your every word seems…impractical.” Of course she was joking-right?

The maiden smiled widely once again at his words, she was glad that he liked her name, she had always been fond of her ancestry from her father’s side and was very proud of her French blood, their language was in doubtfully the language of love. “ I like your name.” Noelle spoke sincerely, she liked its uniqueness. “It gives some spice to my vocabulary, so I thank you.” She laughed once again.

As she listened to his tale of his friends, the ‘trio’ have you will she couldn’t hep but stifle another giggle, now she knew one thing for certain that he certainly wasn’t doubtful of himself and that was a good thing and quoting him before, it can be too much of a good thing. “That is interesting, I cannot wrap my mind around the truth that you are without but more that as you say ‘exceed the physical expectations’ butlers are also without a lady seems so…” Noelle was thinking of the appropriate word to say without seeming too ‘eager’ or uncareful. “Unlikey.” It seemed like a safe bet.

Noelle’s eyes drifted from his features to the flowers from the side, the colors attracted her the blues, yellows, reds and pinks all. Of course Durandal wasn’t an eyesore, she would have remained her eyes upon him if it just wasn’t for the colors. “Of course not, I mean you have to love yourself if you want to be loved by others…or something along those lines.” Noelle chuckled lightly, she didn’t even feel as if she could understand herself anymore.

Her chocolate eyes moved back to him, her lightly pink lips curled up into a smile. “I thank you, and if I feel the need for your assistance I will be certain to call. “ Noelle tilted her head to the side letting her long flowing hair fall over her shoulder and like before she began to run her fingers through it whilst the over hand had a firm yet gentle hold on the rose.

“Oh Durandal I am happy you think that way” Noelle’s sweet smile turned to one that matched his. “But you have yet to fully please me.”

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[durandal]

“Impractical? Dear, this is what the term ‘confident man’ comes from. A conman can essentially sway the trust of others to his favor, I’m sure his silver tongue makes a woman’s face redden sweetly all the time. …now don’t worry too much about it, I’m not one, but I trained myself to have a variety of different talents. One of them be conversational. Whether you wish to admit it, everyone is familiar with manipulation. Everyone wishes to guide their life in the right direction…sometimes people are needed to guide it in the direction you desire. It’s one of the reasons I’m successful as a businessman. To be ruthless is an understatement…” He smiled warmly, she liked his name? How nice of her.

“Hmm, I suppose so.” Durandal didn’t know if his actual parents named him that, but it didn’t matter to him, for now they were nothing to him, and his life was moving in the right direction. It gave him solace, a personal comfort and relief to be so…perfect right now, but he began to wonder…

I wonder if I would be happy if someone wanted to selfishly keep me to themselves…

That was what Durandal thought of it when it came to the most powerful human emotion that their brain could possibly make for someone. In some time, he might need an heir and…his eyebrows furrowed, a cell out of place for his usual calm composition, but it went away as soon as it came. He didn’t want to bother this woman with his personal problems or thoughts.

“Noelle, might I ask you something? Even though this conversation is quite pleasant, I have a serious question for you.” He stopped, his hand rose, his fingers fiddling with the necklace he wore, with the small diamond cross.

“What is love to you?”

OOC: Sorry, so short...

[noelle]

Noelle nodded along with what Duran spoke of, she understood somewhat, she wasn’t really one to think that much into but she had to admit is had one think right. He did have a talent for being a conversationalist. Someone with looks and a way with words can be a dangerous thing especially for the vulnerable. Noelle would never admit that she would ever be seen as vulnerable but in some ways it was true. “Well you certainly are the conversationalist.” She spoke a little too quiet for her liking.

The maidens eyes ran over Durandal physique once more, not in a way most men would do a woman but more as if she was studying a fine art piece, that’s how she saw him. For her he seemed like fine art that she wasn’t worthy to touch, scared that her fingertips might leave a mark. He must have had many women looking upon him everyday so that thought comforted her that she wasn’t appearing as weird as she might have thought to anyone else.

Of course all that staring came into handy as she noticed the change in expression on his face, furrowed brows, but just as fast as it came it was gone leaving Noelle the littlest bit curious and worried. The French maiden was about to ask if he had something on his mind that was troubling but as she opened her mouth to speak Durandal seemed to beat her too it. “Ask away.” Noelle was genuinely interested in what he wanted to ask.

Now this was a question that Noelle least expected and the surprise on her face would have been obvious but just like his frown she made sure to quickly wash it away with a face of ponder. “What is love to me?” Noelle took a few moments to ponder, she had never really thought about love because of her shortened life, it brought her down but unlike today the subject wasn’t such a sour spot.

“Love to me is being able to trust and communicate. Its deep and intense, there is passion and protection.” At first it seemed as if she was getting into it, as she spoke of love it seemed she could just imagine it for herself yet it seemed so far away. “Love to me is being able to have the courage to give your all to someone even if they aren’t willing to return it. ” Noelle smiled half heartedly, whilst pushing back her hair from her face once again.

“ How about you Durandal? “


ooc: Its fine n_n

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[durandal]

“Conversationalist? Perhaps…it isn’t exactly a bad thing. Some people could be accidents to this title, I know at a time I once was. I have a lot to say because there is a lot on my mind and I wish to share it.” That was how Durandal thought of it anyway; it was a very simple answer, well one of the few he would give. He felt eyes on him, and knew it to be hers, but he had said nothing even though her staring was a bit obvious.

She had repeated his question before she had answered. Her answer was worded differently then what he had expected, but it was still an answer he had heard many times. She had asked him what he himself thought of it and he stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts of it he would have much to say about the subject.

“Love is an emotion that humans are special with, we’re exclusive with it. Even though the heart is said to bring the emotions of love it’s just a poetic metaphor. Your brain gives you those feelings. Some people say that love is caused by an imbalance of hormones around a person and others just say it’s an emotion we all feel someday. But to me…” He looked up, the sky was so blue today. White clouds dotted the blue canvas.

“…love is a very narrow-minded emotion. It has favoritism, if you do not fair well in the physical department, if you have a mental, debilitating illness, if you have physical deformities, then love will never come your way…because you aren’t attractive enough in human’s standards and you have to live with pity for the rest of your life. If I was not attractive if at all, you would not be here talking with me would you?”

“Love is also very selfish and needy. You are telling that person to have eyes for and give attention only to you. If you do things wrong, relationships can effectively destroy your self-esteem, among other things. …and sometimes love is in other forms, family and friends.” He closed his eyes, having a placid look on his face despite the seriousness of his thoughts.

He began to walk, past her saying a simple three words.

“I had neither.”