Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jun 26, 2008 12:47:02 GMT -5
I chuckled softly, bitterly, but with a smile. "You should try." I said seeing the look on her face. "Do you need any help?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 26, 2008 13:29:06 GMT -5
I sighed softly, then smiled at him. "No, I can do it, I just have to make myself, " I said a touch ruefully. Reaching out, I took the teapot and gingerly poured some tea into a cup for me, then some for Damien. I was shaky, but I thankfully didn't spill any, and I was able to set the fine porcelain down without causing any damage. Nudging the cup towards him, I picked up a slice of bread and leaned back again, ignoring my cup for now. "Did you get to see anything wonderful on your adventures?" I asked, hoping to take my mind off of my stomach.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jun 26, 2008 16:18:19 GMT -5
I reached out and took the cup, watching her, making sure that she was alright, even if she said she was ok, I'd watch her. "Uh, a boot heal?" I chuckled smiling to her. "I would say that the Estate's of Mornay are lovely, but I walked them at night."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 26, 2008 16:24:55 GMT -5
I colored at his jest, though I knew he wasn't being sarcastic. Not that much, anyway. Ripping off a small piece of the bread, I ate it slowly, letting my body adjust to the idea of consuming rather than the opposite. "Well, mayhap another time then, though I wouldn't blame you if you were wary to go out again."
A yawn came and I stifled it as I could, then ate some more bread. The first stayed down, but I could feel my tiredness begin to creep in once more.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jun 26, 2008 16:31:23 GMT -5
I watched her stifle and yawn and began to think that I was over staying my welcome for a sick lady. "May hap." I repeated and sipped my tea. "Mirielle, I hope you don't think this too forward, but I'd be more then willing to stay at your town house and help out." I offered with a smile. "I'm sure August has already offered, but I thought I should offer as well."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 26, 2008 22:10:10 GMT -5
I sobered some at the mention of Augusts name, thinking of how he was spending time with his father. Gods, I hoped he would be all right. Drawing a soft breath, I focused on Damien. "Of course, you're welcome to take a guest bedroom, cousin; it's very sweet of you to offer. I appreciate it," I added, smiling softly at him.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jun 27, 2008 0:20:44 GMT -5
I nodded. "Very good." I said smiling. "Then I'll take my leave so that you may sleep and I will do the same. Perhaps tomorrow, if you're well, I could read to you." I offered with a shrug.
"Good night cousin." I said leaving her with the question lingering, I didn't want to press. She could think about and if she wished I would do it. Leaning over and pressed my lips to her forehead and kissed her gently before rising and turning to limp from the room.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 27, 2008 10:59:12 GMT -5
"Good night Damien," I replied, smiling at him. My stomach turned and my smile slipped more towards a grimace, though I caught it as I could. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
I watched him as he left, wondering over him for not the first time. He was one of the few blood kins that I had - in truth, the Bellamont line was close to dying out. My mother had become barren after she had me, giving them no sons or other daughters. For Damien to have reappeared after so many years was, to me, a gods-send, even if our connecting blood was minimal. Still, he was my cousin, and I rejoiced that I had him.
Looking up at the ceiling, I turned my thoughts to August and said a prayer for his father, and one for August and his mother, that they wouldn't catch the plague. My eyes drifted shut, and I slept, my broth and tea remaining untouched.
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