She watched Azazeal's eyes as he spoke to her and noted that he was looking at her quite closely. Jocelyn saw his eyes travel over her entire form and there was no displeasure there. Indeed, if she sensed anything at all, it would appear that he was actually admiring what he saw, even if he neither voiced it, or showed any outward pleasure at the sight. Far from being self conscious, Jocelyn was a young woman who basked in the pets and admiring glances she got from her Papa, her gGdfather Hsu, and from others. If there was an arrogant bone in her body, it was something inherrited from both parents for both were aristocratic and proud and being Sidhe, this made her accept such admiration as if it were as natural as breathing. Of course the world would acknowledge these things; but having Azazeal, her dearest companion from her childhood notice, that was something that Jocelyn found that she really wanted.
"Of course I regard you so highly," she said matter-of-factly, "I've known you all of my life, other than Maman and Papa, yours was the face I saw above my cradle." She spun around with a dazzling smile. "Do you remember the time you made every single stuffed animal in my nursery dance?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice and clear pleasure in her expression, "I think that it must be the first conscious memory I have, I couldn't have been more than two. Anyway, since that moment I knew that you understood me." Her expression turned serious when she realised even more that he was not human in fact was probably Fae or something similar. She looked down at her hands for a moment then back up at him, "Well, I know you aren't a Goblin, you dress far too well. Even the Goblin King doesn't have a tailor nearly as good as yours. His pants are always too tight, I know you aren't Seelie, because they are just overall uptight - " her voice trailed off, then she said,"All I know, Azazeal is that you are like me and Maman and Caroline - and yet you aren't. Not that it matters, of course. I just know you have always been a friend to me...." The girl knew that she was nowhere near as articulate as her Mother or her father - not just yet. But this was something she was determined to learn She was also determined that if there was any way that she could keep Azazeal close, she was going to do so, that is, of course, if he were also wanting the same thing.
Suddenly, as if remembering something she walked across the room toward her desk were a large, leatherbound book sat. She picked it up and went over to where Azazeal sat and handed it to him,"I wanted to show you what I've been working on," she said opening the tome's covers with pride. The pages were of the finest parchement and there was the clear flourish of a dedicant's pen among the various magical and alchemical diagrams or samples of leaves or bits of nature that she had been working on. Azazeal, as much as her mother, had always taken a great deal of interest in her magical work. "You always loved seeing my spells and I wanted to show you especially," she could not keep the little prideful smile from her lips as she knelt beside him, ever conscious of the bare skin of her shoulder pressing against him as she showed him her Book of Shadows. There was that familiar sensation in her stomach again. She shrugged it off and gave him a smile.
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:40 am (UTC)"Of course I regard you so highly," she said matter-of-factly, "I've known you all of my life, other than Maman and Papa, yours was the face I saw above my cradle." She spun around with a dazzling smile. "Do you remember the time you made every single stuffed animal in my nursery dance?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice and clear pleasure in her expression, "I think that it must be the first conscious memory I have, I couldn't have been more than two. Anyway, since that moment I knew that you understood me." Her expression turned serious when she realised even more that he was not human in fact was probably Fae or something similar. She looked down at her hands for a moment then back up at him, "Well, I know you aren't a Goblin, you dress far too well. Even the Goblin King doesn't have a tailor nearly as good as yours. His pants are always too tight, I know you aren't Seelie, because they are just overall uptight - " her voice trailed off, then she said,"All I know, Azazeal is that you are like me and Maman and Caroline - and yet you aren't. Not that it matters, of course. I just know you have always been a friend to me...." The girl knew that she was nowhere near as articulate as her Mother or her father - not just yet. But this was something she was determined to learn She was also determined that if there was any way that she could keep Azazeal close, she was going to do so, that is, of course, if he were also wanting the same thing.
Suddenly, as if remembering something she walked across the room toward her desk were a large, leatherbound book sat. She picked it up and went over to where Azazeal sat and handed it to him,"I wanted to show you what I've been working on," she said opening the tome's covers with pride. The pages were of the finest parchement and there was the clear flourish of a dedicant's pen among the various magical and alchemical diagrams or samples of leaves or bits of nature that she had been working on. Azazeal, as much as her mother, had always taken a great deal of interest in her magical work. "You always loved seeing my spells and I wanted to show you especially," she could not keep the little prideful smile from her lips as she knelt beside him, ever conscious of the bare skin of her shoulder pressing against him as she showed him her Book of Shadows. There was that familiar sensation in her stomach again. She shrugged it off and gave him a smile.