"Irma Boissy." He allows the syllables to fall without hurry, closing his eyes and relishing the texture of each sound. "Mmmm... You surprise me, I confess. It is not an unpleasant name — do not believe that I would suggest such blasphemy! I say only that I might have anticipated a Béatrice or Hélène, perhaps a Eurydice. Where resonates the ring of antiquity that shines so clearly through your features? What of your name signals your connection to the would-be-angels of old?"
His tone is clear of ridicule (mostly, at least; it is rare for Grantaire to speak without some touch of jest), and he seems merely to puzzle over his conundrum. "Ah, but there it is! Your name transcends the bounds of our common standards; you are more than can be defined by figures of old.
"Irma Boissy is an enthralling mystery, holding mind, eye, and heart alike as hostage. And I declare that Irma is an astonishing, a soul-shattering name."
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Date: 2013-04-26 07:34 am (UTC)His tone is clear of ridicule (mostly, at least; it is rare for Grantaire to speak without some touch of jest), and he seems merely to puzzle over his conundrum. "Ah, but there it is! Your name transcends the bounds of our common standards; you are more than can be defined by figures of old.
"Irma Boissy is an enthralling mystery, holding mind, eye, and heart alike as hostage. And I declare that Irma is an astonishing, a soul-shattering name."