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On The Other Side Of Sanity
On the other side of sanity
Bonjour ~
Those who don't know me, let me to introduce myself, not that you deserve it, because who doesn't know who I am, they're probably just cretins.I was a violinist, famous, and the youngest of them all.My name was included among the great ones, as long as I failed .. and it was the fault of the woman who I love the most.My name is Malo de Vigny , if you're not illiterates you can read it. I'm in my early twenties, but now ... everything is so foggy .. I'm not sure of anything. I'm from an aristocrat family, I was.. Mademoiselle Justine Florbelle's suitor .. I was one of the three. I don't want to take the word insignificant worms like those other two. People call me "arrogant pompous brat".. maybe I am, but what they mean to me? What I mean to them? Nothing, just never .. never will understand what I felt for her .. and still .. I think I'd do anything.Aren't left anything but the wonderful memories of the past, when I went to concerts, went to aristocracy parties, amused the ladies.. many things have changed.I am a shadow of the former .. bright shining star who I was.

Health: healthy
Mood: stressed
Sanity: sane

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Anonymous asked:

say Malo you are not afraid of slenderman anymore?

Hush yourself! That thing sees and hears everything! Though I have Wilson and nothing is stronger than a demon, he protects me.

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

Another glass of wine? *Justine asked with soft, cunning smile on her flawless face. As the mademoiselle sat across the young man, she was gazing right into his anxious eyes. Sharp nail stroked around the edge of the fine porcelain cup in front of her. Justine was drinking tea, though it got…

The real intent? Malo, as aristocrat man it was quite rude of you! Can’t a woman like myself invite a man, because she missed him? Oh, you men are all the same. *Justine motioned with her hand,allowing the musician to pour some wine for himself* It’s been a while since you last honored me with your visit. Can’t I just be curious about you? I heard you’re doing fine and plan more concert in the near future. Yet, you’ve never sent me invitation. You know, how to break a woman’s heart, don’t you, monsieur?

It’s not like that..Please Justine don’t make it hard for us. I know, you know..there was no love between us. Well, not by you..But I don’t want to quarrel. *Then he took a sip of the red wine. It was somehow more than bitter* I’m sure you have better things to do, why don’t we cut the formalities? I would enjoy your company as I’ve always done, but it’s plain to see, this is not why you invited me.

*The ear to ear smile disappeared soon. Justine has never loved her suitors. Malo might seemed a drunkard young artist, yet he was as crafty as the mademoiselle herself. Pursing her lips, Justine frowned slightly* I see. You’ve not changed. You’re still an arrogant  young man. And I thought you’ve grown up. Bien. In this case, you have no reason to stay. Drink our wine, and ask the butler to lead you out.

What? But didn’t you want to talk? *Malo was so surprised, almost dropped the glass. She invited him and now sends him home? This sudden action makes no sense!* I would like to hear…I don’t want to leave now.

That’s business is not mine, Malo. Like you said, we’re not together, you have no right to stay in my mansion after I sent you home. *Then she leaned back, swept the long, dark curls away from her delicate neckline. The naive redhead thought, it was him who made the rules, didn’t he?* You leave by yourself or else, I throw you out, like a dog.

*Enough is enough. Malo wasn’t known by his good temper. Only because he didn’t want people to spread gossip like he attacked or fought with Justine Florbelle, the violinist got up*  Fine…Ieave by myself. It..makes no sense though.. *He was wondering what did Justine want from him. She always had reason, even if the mademoiselle tried to show oppositely* I don’t want to be kicked out..*Frowning Malo took the glass and drank the rest of his wine*  Au revoir.. *His voice was fading, slow, trying to make Justine change her mind and stop him*

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

Another glass of wine? *Justine asked with soft, cunning smile on her flawless face. As the mademoiselle sat across the young man, she was gazing right into his anxious eyes. Sharp nail stroked around the edge of the fine porcelain cup in front of her. Justine was drinking tea, though it got…

The real intent? Malo, as aristocrat man it was quite rude of you! Can’t a woman like myself invite a man, because she missed him? Oh, you men are all the same. *Justine motioned with her hand,allowing the musician to pour some wine for himself* It’s been a while since you last honored me with your visit. Can’t I just be curious about you? I heard you’re doing fine and plan more concert in the near future. Yet, you’ve never sent me invitation. You know, how to break a woman’s heart, don’t you, monsieur?

It’s not like that..Please Justine don’t make it hard for us. I know, you know..there was no love between us. Well, not by you..But I don’t want to quarrel. *Then he took a sip of the red wine. It was somehow more than bitter* I’m sure you have better things to do, why don’t we cut the formalities? I would enjoy your company as I’ve always done, but it’s plain to see, this is not why you invited me.

*The ear to ear smile disappeared soon. Justine has never loved her suitors. Malo might seemed a drunkard young artist, yet he was as crafty as the mademoiselle herself. Pursing her lips, Justine frowned slightly* I see. You’ve not changed. You’re still an arrogant  young man. And I thought you’ve grown up. Bien. In this case, you have no reason to stay. Drink our wine, and ask the butler to lead you out.

What? But didn’t you want to talk? *Malo was so surprised, almost dropped the glass. She invited him and now sends him home? This sudden action makes no sense!* I would like to hear…I don’t want to leave now.

mademoiselle-justine:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

Another glass of wine? *Justine asked with soft, cunning smile on her flawless face. As the mademoiselle sat across the young man, she was gazing right into his anxious eyes. Sharp nail stroked around the edge of the fine porcelain cup in front of her. Justine was drinking tea, though it got…

The real intent? Malo, as aristocrat man it was quite rude of you! Can’t a woman like myself invite a man, because she missed him? Oh, you men are all the same. *Justine motioned with her hand,allowing the musician to pour some wine for himself* It’s been a while since you last honored me with your visit. Can’t I just be curious about you? I heard you’re doing fine and plan more concert in the near future. Yet, you’ve never sent me invitation. You know, how to break a woman’s heart, don’t you, monsieur?

It’s not like that..Please Justine don’t make it hard for us. I know, you know..there was no love between us. Well, not by you..But I don’t want to quarrel. *Then he took a sip of the red wine. It was somehow more than bitter* I’m sure you have better things to do, why don’t we cut the formalities? I would enjoy your company as I’ve always done, but it’s plain to see, this is not why you invited me.

Another glass of wine? *Justine asked with soft, cunning smile on her flawless face. As the mademoiselle sat across the young man, she was gazing right into his anxious eyes. Sharp nail stroked around the edge of the fine porcelain cup in front of her. Justine was drinking tea, though it got cold meanwhile she was trying to play her proven mind game*

— mademoiselle-justine
One more, merci.. *His answer was hesitant. Not like Malo was unable to stand the immoderate alcohol consumption. He could see it in her eyes, if he’d drink himself to drunk, the musician would be in trap with ease* If you don’t mind me asking, can I be informed about the real intent behind your invitation? I mean..you’ve never invited me in the past, it was me who came and we both know why..But we’re not together, sad but true..

ooc: I have a little free time so I would love to rp. Throw me a starter maybe?

theblondetressed:

ooc: I know it sucks but oh well.. :l

(via alois-is-loveless)

ooc: I’m trying to find my friend’s Alois new rp partners. If you’re interested message me or his mun.

insane-malo-de-vigny asked:

Alois. I know it's naive of me to believe gossips that was created the bored lower class cretins but I must ask if it's true that you've returned to Justine.

alois-is-loveless:

insane-malo-de-vigny:

alois-is-loveless:

*For a short moment his heart was aching when the younger male mentioned the name, Justine. Return to her? No way. She let him go so easily anyway* Malo you’re rather naive but within certain limits it’s okay. No I’m with someone else and I’m trying to get over mademoiselle Florbelle.

Really? I’m glad then. I thought you were weak and had no strength to stay away from that woman. I’m proud of you I suppose.

*Alois wasn’t certain if the musician was mocking with him or Malo was really naive to think the athlete had no enough will power to leave Justine forever. Pursing his lips slightly before sighing* Merci..I suppose. And don’t you worry mon ami I’m not planning to return that nest that she calls home but for me was the source of my agony.

Keep it in your mind, Alois. If you want to live happy life with the one you have chosen, then don’t let the memories to disturb you. She…uhm…she doesn’t worth at all. I just hope you’ll not give up and return to her after a while.