Post by Julian Forbes on Dec 27, 2007 17:24:38 GMT -5
Forbes' face lit up faster than a christmas tree using LEDs instead of the traditional lights. Blood rushed up to Julian's face and the man tried to fight a losing battle with an intensive case of blushing. He knew that women had different ways of expressing care towards others than men did, he lived Shakespeare for crying out loud! Yet he had never become truly accustomed to it: perhaps because the women back in Malta were such domineering ladies he had become utterly frightened of them. Always thinking with their purses and plumes, not with their minds or feelings. This was why Julian felt so comfortable and yet ill at ease with Nadine: she was something he had always valued in a person, yet personal experience made him cautious.
Julian brightened somewhat when the French witch mentioned that his antique attire wasn't silly, but attractive. However his foggy eyes clouded as he heard the abridged version of her life. So they both had led lives had experienced a radical change and yet they had both managed to come out of that debactle in control of themselves to varying degrees. He wanted to say something meaningful, say that he was sorry for her loss or at least something, but with her next revelation he found himself unable to do so.
The Maltan man tried his best to stiffle his laugh beneath a stern face, but he couldn't hold it back. It was lively and full of character, Julian's signature laugh that only a few heard when he was on duty. "I'm sorry Nadine," gasped Julian between laughs as he tried to control himself, "But a dungbomb....a dungbomb inside of a glass shop! I simply cannot imagine someone such as yourself doing that, but it must've been so exhilarating. There are times I wish when I could do things like that, but with my position I don't think the public would handle it well."
"So Nadine, what sort of fun do you think a man of my age and position could get away with these days? Your story has excited me and I'm dreadfully wishing to give it a go."
Julian brightened somewhat when the French witch mentioned that his antique attire wasn't silly, but attractive. However his foggy eyes clouded as he heard the abridged version of her life. So they both had led lives had experienced a radical change and yet they had both managed to come out of that debactle in control of themselves to varying degrees. He wanted to say something meaningful, say that he was sorry for her loss or at least something, but with her next revelation he found himself unable to do so.
The Maltan man tried his best to stiffle his laugh beneath a stern face, but he couldn't hold it back. It was lively and full of character, Julian's signature laugh that only a few heard when he was on duty. "I'm sorry Nadine," gasped Julian between laughs as he tried to control himself, "But a dungbomb....a dungbomb inside of a glass shop! I simply cannot imagine someone such as yourself doing that, but it must've been so exhilarating. There are times I wish when I could do things like that, but with my position I don't think the public would handle it well."
"So Nadine, what sort of fun do you think a man of my age and position could get away with these days? Your story has excited me and I'm dreadfully wishing to give it a go."