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tapestodiane) wrote2011-03-01 12:20 am
tapestodiane) wrote2011-03-01 12:20 am
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013 [action] - backdated to Friday
[Private to France:] How about that coffee? Any time that works for you. (ooc: we could totally skip right to that and tag as if saturday coffee stuff, if you want?)
[And action, after that:] [Basically Cooper is all over the streets of Goldenrod today. He needs a new coat (there’s a nasty-looking tear in the sleeve of the one he’s wearing right now). And a suit (same there). And some strong coffee.]
[If you run into him, you might notice that he looks a bit different – could be the scratches on his face and general messy state. Coop is ... never in a messy state. Feel free to bother him about this and the fact that he seems generally tense.]
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Although, if you got caught, it was pretty awful at times...
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[Regarding any kind of behaviour that broke any kind of norm, including excessive romantic tendencies.]
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It depended on the genders of the parties involved. And class.
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[Right?]
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In the time that courtly love was... I mean, things were different back then. Nations age differently from humans, anyways, and it doesn't... We don't...
Nations age differently from humans.
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[Cooper keeps forgetting this. Or well, not forgetting - he seldom forgets things - but it's something he's failed to take into account a lot when talking to France simply because he rarely thinks of France as anything else than human.]
[Trying to read (well, hear) between the lines of what France just told him, he takes a chance as to what might not have been said.]
Lost love?
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No one knows exactly how we come into existence. No one has ever witnessed the "birth" of a Nation. One day, we just exist, and, at some point in the future, we'll just won't. We "die," yes, but that doesn't mean we stop existing. Land and people and culture: that is what a Nation is. Without that...
There's an emptiness.
I don't know. When Rome fell, when Charlemagne died and things collapsed--both times, I was very young. I didn't... Maybe I did understand it, but I didn't want to admit it. I wasn't alone, not really. but it was lonely. And I kept trying to fill in the emptiness, and everyone promised they would stay, and I believed them every time, and they tried their best--they really did.
It was beautiful while it lasted, it really was, but nothing lasts forever.
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No, it doesn't.
[He can relate to that, he supposes. Not in the sense of being a Nation and feeling it in that sense, but the emptiness France talks about strikes him as familiar. The emptiness and the people who couldn't stay.]
[He's unwilling to bring that up, though, and instead focuses his attention on the person he's talking to. As he usually does.]
Do you still feel lonely?
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It's impossible to never feel lonely. Loneliness, just as feeling fulfilled, is part of existing. If you never felt lonely, you wouldn't actually be existing, not really. It would only be one part of existence you're experiencing.
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[He bows his head just slightly, saying that, keeps his eyes on France's face.]
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[He surrenders easily, because France is right. And Coop knows when to let a topic drop.]
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I don't like it, but it's necessary.
That's life.
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[Nothing like life.]