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psalm_onethirtyonePoint one) Today we did our second rendition of our monologues. Afterwards, a girl came up to Peter and said somberly that from where she was, it looked like his moustache was false. That was quite cruel. Speaking as someone who has worn a false moustache many many times before, Peter has quite a fine and very real one.
Point two) Sebastien at fencing reminds me of Enjolras. He has a beautiful head of golden curls, and is a far better fencer than I. He is younger but taller. And he has a fabulously Enjolraic bored & disgusted expression when he fences me. Before he fenced me, he was laughing and joking with some folk, and I asked him if he still fenced foil at all.
He looks over. Instantly, he ceases to laugh. A look of inexpressible boredom comes over his face.
"Yes."
"Then... want to...?"
Silently, he picks up his weapon and comes over. He salutes, then waits with one eyebrow raised for me to salute. I drop my blade. He continues to stand with one eyebrow raised. I gather back my blade, salute properly, put on my mask, and get in position. We bout for the next half hour, and his expression of bored disgust never changes. He scores five touches on me, and I score none. He shakes my hand with polite, cold dignity. He returns to his conversation.
The smile is back as though it never left, and he's soon laughing.
He used to like me, too. When I was fenced on Thursdays still. People called us the married couple. But now the dear Enjolraic boy is a sabre fencer, and us foil fencers are wimps compared to sabre fencers. And Matt teased me all evening about not being an epeeist.
Damn it all to hell.
Point two) Sebastien at fencing reminds me of Enjolras. He has a beautiful head of golden curls, and is a far better fencer than I. He is younger but taller. And he has a fabulously Enjolraic bored & disgusted expression when he fences me. Before he fenced me, he was laughing and joking with some folk, and I asked him if he still fenced foil at all.
He looks over. Instantly, he ceases to laugh. A look of inexpressible boredom comes over his face.
"Yes."
"Then... want to...?"
Silently, he picks up his weapon and comes over. He salutes, then waits with one eyebrow raised for me to salute. I drop my blade. He continues to stand with one eyebrow raised. I gather back my blade, salute properly, put on my mask, and get in position. We bout for the next half hour, and his expression of bored disgust never changes. He scores five touches on me, and I score none. He shakes my hand with polite, cold dignity. He returns to his conversation.
The smile is back as though it never left, and he's soon laughing.
He used to like me, too. When I was fenced on Thursdays still. People called us the married couple. But now the dear Enjolraic boy is a sabre fencer, and us foil fencers are wimps compared to sabre fencers. And Matt teased me all evening about not being an epeeist.
Damn it all to hell.
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Date: 2004-01-23 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-01-23 08:48 pm (UTC)One of the fencers in my class has this gorgeous shade of red hair with gold highlights...but he's a prat, so it's all for nothing. Meh.
Of course, Alec's in fencing, so the experience is 200% nicer. ^^
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Date: 2004-01-24 03:07 am (UTC)Rather like Matt. Beautiful hair. Excellent fencer. Jerk.
Lucky you. :D