Comte de Chagny, brother to Raoul de Chagny. Stern, strict and Loyal.
> Nineteenth century RP
> Open for plotting
> Descriptive and Literate
> Dark and Mature content
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"you are not going to say anything? Come to his defence, saying he meant well? Whatever else?" he was practically shouting by now. He had to control himself, turning his back to Elisabeth, he poured himself a drink.
Elisabeth watched him pacing, knowing all too well that anything she would say at the moment was another thing that would start an argument. She would let him rage. If he had calmed down, she would stand up for his little brother.
He was pacing up and down the room, his anger growing by the minute. His brother, being so stupid to offer shelter to an unmarried girl with a baby? Was he completely out of his mind?
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"But his voice filled my spirit with
a strange, sweet sound...and I heard
as I never heard before."
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He merely shook his head as he took the hand of Elisabeth, kissing it lightly. "It is of no concern", Philippe settled down next to her, pulling the woman her tiny frame into his arms. She was warm, smelling of the memorie of roses. Gently he planted a kiss on her neck.
Her eyelids fluttered lightly, she had slipped into a dreamless sleep, while being determined to wait for Philippe to return. This realisation, that she had fallen asleep, made her sit up straight immediately.
"I am terribly sorry" she whispered, her eyes cast upon the
The ballerina seemed to be curled up in front of the fireplace, her body barely visible under the great blanket she had covered herself with.
"Elisabeth.." he whispered, before approaching her.
The Comte spoke to several of his advisors, it seemed that there had been a lot of unrest among those living on his lands. He had known about it to some extent, though not the great extent of it. It took several hours, making him more agitated by the minute.
"You are leaving me already?" she asked him, clinging to his arm for a moment. It was a cold, late october night, making her shiver. The Chateau looked absolutely gorgeous, with Baroque features, grande windows and natural stone.
Tiredness never showed on her face, but he had known the woman for a while now, and her tone of voice betrayed her rather than anything her body could convey. Carefully, he opened the door, peering into a dimly lit room.
When he finally finished his business, it was far past midnight.
As the Comte knocked on the door to their quarters, he did not receive a response. Would Elisabeth be asleep? He had not expected her to wait for him, of course, she had appeared to need the rest.
the Chagny's owning land all over the country.
"Darling, I shall have to leave you for a moment. Please take some rest, wander around a bit. Monique will show you around."
The travel took several hours, therefore the gardens of the chateau were already filled with shadows, ghosts perhaps, an eerie landscape. Philippe helped the ballerina out of the carriage, while the luggage was taken care of. The Chateau was part of the family estate,
Elisabeth brushed off his hand, what was he thinking? As if he could just push her around. "Non, I know how much you dislike my little Hades" she responded, her tone of voice slightly lower, more sensual. "After all, I like your undivided attention, at all times."
Of course, the Comte had people to take care of such things, but he'd rather do it himself. Elisabeth, in her travel attire, looked as radiant as ever. He could not help but admire the dark, mysterious and rather beautiful eyes she had cast upon that little dog of hers.
Oui, first thing. Elisabeth did not like surprises, she had made sure that she knew what would happen every hour of every day, diligent planning. As she watched the Comte depart, a silent sigh escaped her. She had to collect her things, for whatever they were going to do. So she
She was someone completely different with that little animal.
"Alas, shall we?" he inquired, having carried her luggage already down. When he didn't get a response, he gently placed a hand on her lower back, to guide her silently to where he wanted her to go.
"We shall leave first thing" he leant in to plant a kiss upon her lips. They felt cold, just as her hands he noticed now. Her frame felt frailer than usual. Though her words were as vivacious as ever. The Comte straightened his coat, put his tophat back on,
She arched a brow in surprise, of course she did not have any performances sceduled, but that did not mean her days weren't planned full. She prefered it that way, no time to contemplate life.
"That is quite the surprise, my Comte" she responded, hasitating slightly.
A riddle he was intruiged with. Of course, only time would tell if he could solve the riddles proposed to him.
"Elisabeth, get dressed, I am going to take you away." Oui, they would visit the coast, get away from the customs of society, of life in Paris.
Philippe straightened up slightly, his brow furrowed. Elisabeth seemed lost, in some sense. She always had this rather distant attitude towards him, perhaps just saying what he wanted to hear. He did not quite grasp the womans true thoughts, which made her a riddle to him.
Elisabeth leant into his kiss slightly, feeling his rough, stubble skin against her fair cheek. The Comte was nothing if not direct, bold, mature. Different from his little brother certainly. Different from most men she had encountered since starting in the corps de ballet. Now
As soon as the ballerina tried to pull away, the Comte reached out to her waist, pulling her tiny frame against his chest and planted his lips on her neck, something he knew she couldn't resist. "I do command you to perform, Elisabeth," he whispered.
Philippe had never been one to go after every pretty face he saw. Of course, had had his adventures. He prefered adventures over quick flings, two bodies meeting in the night, departing before the sun could highlight their embrace.
A forever bachelor. Oui, he was supposed to
eventhough he had the countenance of being reliable, serious, was no different from all the others. She was convinced of this.
"Non, I am all yours. Say and I'll perform, my Comte."
get married, preferably sooner than later. Yet all he could think about were Elisabeth her lips, her sharp features he never could quite read, her elongated, muscular yet feminine legs. The way her voice could both calm him yet fill him with desire.