Julie watches the Observer raptly. One day, in the history books, Julie will be described as "beautiful, valiant, generous and supremely unchaste." As such, it should come as no surprise that she has a sudden urge to lean over and taste the traces of wine on his lips.
"Julie d'Aubigny," she says, offering her name in return. Her eyes widen, at the prospect of calling such a faraway time home. Being a native of a more linear timeline, she offers her hometown instead of her home century. "I come from Paris." As an afterthought: "1791."
She casually slides a little closer to him, a finger brushing against the wine glass in his hand.
"Are you enjoying this century, Monsieur September?"
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Date: 2013-11-23 11:55 am (UTC)"Julie d'Aubigny," she says, offering her name in return. Her eyes widen, at the prospect of calling such a faraway time home. Being a native of a more linear timeline, she offers her hometown instead of her home century. "I come from Paris." As an afterthought: "1791."
She casually slides a little closer to him, a finger brushing against the wine glass in his hand.
"Are you enjoying this century, Monsieur September?"