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 Jul 8, 2008 22:28:39 GMT -5
Again, I bit the inside oh my cheek. "I was," I said softly. "I ended up at Joie de Mornay's estate, she's a healer here in the city and she just happened to be in residence when I came knocking." I absently touched my torso thinking on my wounds. I was tougher then I looked, after all I was a member of the Queen's navy. "But I'm fine, I was sliced with a dagger a few times and I lost a fair bit of blood, but Azza and Eisheth are kind and I am healing quickly." I bowed again. "My thanks for the offer."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 8, 2008 22:34:42 GMT -5
“Did they catch the brigands?” I asked.
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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 Jul 8, 2008 22:47:44 GMT -5
"Not likely your highness, it was late and I didn't see them fully." I shrugged a little feeling my shoulder tense a little as I did. I forced it to ease reminding myself that Mirielle was present.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 8, 2008 23:04:56 GMT -5
I nodded slightly. “If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.”
I caught sight of a maid and she signaled towards the bathing room. “I think your bath is ready, love,” I said, looking back at Miri.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 9, 2008 11:58:28 GMT -5
I listened to them without comment, pleased to hear August being so helpful, and still feeling awful for Damien that he'd been hurt so. I wished I wasn't sick; I felt so helpless in times like this.
"Oh, alright," I said, hiding my reluctance to get in a cool bath, knowing from experience that it wouldn't be pleasant. Instead I gave August a smile and leaned to kiss his cheek, then gingerly stood. I swallowed once standing, glad the nausea had gone down. "I'll be quick," I said, offering a jest that sounded dry to my own ears.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 9, 2008 12:03:28 GMT -5
She was up before I could stop her and I sprang up as well. “You don’t think I’m letting you go alone do you?” I asked, worry clouding my face. “You could slip or faint or something.”
I knew her pride was going to make her argue. “Argue with me and I’ll just carry you, you can’t stop me,” I said, a smile quirking the corners of my mouth.
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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 Jul 9, 2008 12:17:29 GMT -5
I inhaled and clenched my jaw at the affectionate acts before me. "I should return to my room, give you some privacy." I said as my heart ached within my chest, I wanted to grab it, pull it out and throw it far from me, to be rid of this feeling.
"Please excuse me." I bowed and turned leaving the room as swift as possible without looking like I was running away and I didn't stop till I was in my guest room with the door closed and bolt till I sank to the floor and sighed. This was why you left Damien, this was why you decided to go far away remember? I remembered, now. There was such a vicious pain within me that I thought I would vomit from the pain. Instead I rose and went to the desk that held a salve to put onto my wounds.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 9, 2008 16:43:05 GMT -5
My mouth was opening to argue with him when he spoke first, telling me he'd carry me. My teeth clicked shut and I gave him a wry look, wondering if he was reading my mind. Before I could answer again Damien took his leave, moving so quickly that I didn't have a chance to say anything to him either.
I watched him leave with a sigh, then looked back at August. "I'm all yours," I said softly, smiling softly at him as I took his arm. "I love you, August."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 9, 2008 21:12:18 GMT -5
I was shocked by Damien’s abrupt exit, standing slack-jawed for a moment until Miri took my arm. I shook my head slightly and looked at her.
“I love you too, Mirielle,” I said, smiling and kissing her cheek softly. “Since it’s just you and me can I go ahead and carry you so you can save your strength for getting well?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 10:26:13 GMT -5
"You can do anything you want with me," I said, summoning a teasing smile, not wanting everything to become heavy with my sickness. I leaned a little more onto him, my head resting against his shoulder as I shivered; the air was so chilly, and it was worse now that I didn't have the blankets to keep me warmer. "Damien..." I said, then sighed. "I don't know. He acts so strangely sometimes; he was fine earlier, when he first arrived. Would you mind checking on him and seeing if he's alright once I'm in my bath? I hate asking it of you, but I'm worried something might be wrong, and I can't do it myself..."
I sighed - I hated asking it, truly. I felt helpless right now, but I trusted August with every last ounce in me. He'd always been a rock, even when he hurt himself. I smiled softly; how I loved that man.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 11:27:17 GMT -5
Gently, I lifted her into my arms.
“Love, I will do anything you ask of me,” I said softly. “I think though that Damien was just odd because I was here, we’ve never really got on all that well. I’ll check on him if you like, but you must consent to having one of your women help you in the bath while I’m gone. I don’t want to leave you alone.”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 11:33:23 GMT -5
I breathed a sigh of relief, melting against him, laying my head on his shoulder. "I must have done something extraordinary to have a man as wonderful as you," I said softly, smiling against him. "Maraline could help me while you're gone; she tended to her daughter as well and didn't catch it."
I lifted my head, wishing I was selfish enough to kiss him right now. "Thank you, August, truly."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 11:53:52 GMT -5
“I wish I could do more, my love,” I whispered, holding her closer for a moment and then heading towards her bathing room. “Is there anything you’d like me to have done while you’re bathing? Do you think you might eat?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 12:07:02 GMT -5
The thought of food made my stomach roil, though I wasn't sure if it was in my head or not. "No, no food, please," I begged, laying my head on his shoulder again. "Not til the morning. Everything I've tried has yet to stay down." I shuddered against him; the idea of telling him I vomited a lot was as revolting as having actually done it inf ront of Damien. Hardly ladylike, even if August and I were to be married.
"Could you have them change my sheets, mayhap open the windows for some fresh air while I'm bathing?" I asked. "It's not the warmest out, but it might be better, getting the stale air out, and the room can always be warmed again..." A thought struck me, and I glanced at his face from where my head rested on his shoulder. "Are you planning on going back to the Palace to sleep tonight? You look so tired, August."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 12:10:07 GMT -5
“I may have to go back, but not to sleep,” I said as we entered the bathing room. “I should go check on father but if I do I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I set her down carefully. “Don’t worry about that though, you just take your bath and I’ll have the other stuff seen to.” I kissed her forehead softly.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 12:33:20 GMT -5
"Don't run yourself out, my heart," I said as I stood, my legs a little wobbly but otherwise strong enough to hold me. Reaching up, I touched his neck, afraid to really get too close to his face, before I turned to lean on the tub. "I love you - I couldn't bear it if you caught it as well. Sleep there if you need to. I know you'll come back." I leaned and kissed his chest, the closest thing that I would allow myself.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 13:28:16 GMT -5
“Well how things go,” I said, not wanting to worry her or argue with her. “Are you alright while I go get Maraline or shall I help you into the bath and then go get her?”
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 13:32:54 GMT -5
"I'll be fine," I assured him, sitting gingerly on the side of the tub and trailing my hand through the water. It was cool, and I swallowed a grimace at the thought of getting in. "Thank you again, August, for the medicine, but more for being here at all."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 13:44:40 GMT -5
“The gods themselves couldn’t keep me away,” I said, smiling. “I love you.”
With that I headed out to do as she’d asked, sending in her woman and arranging for all the things to be done in her room. Once that was taken care of I found out which room Damien was staying in and went to it, knocking on the door and waiting.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 10, 2008 13:57:09 GMT -5
I was just out of my gown when a knock sounded softly on the door, followed nearly immediately by a greying woman with a kind face. She fussed and rushed to my side, helping me in the tub. I gritted my teeth and let her, knowing she was doing it to help me, though silently I was thankful that August wasn't here to see me naked. The rashes were unsightly, and I was horrified at my body looking like it did.
Tears filled my eyes as the cold water enveloped my body, and I cried out softly at the shock it had on me. My spine stiffened and the tears fell, mixed both physical and mental anguish, though more the latter than the former. Maraline fussed over me more, her voice soothing and soft, but I couldn't bring myself to listen more than necissary. I looked horrible, I felt horrible. The medicines were working, but it wasn't taking away all of it, and now this bath. I sobbed softly, allowing myself the tears that I refused to shed when anyone else was here, and finally took comfort in Maralines soft gestures and words. Leaning my head against her hand, I shivered in the water, feeling as if the water was cold enough to form ice.
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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 Jul 10, 2008 14:04:35 GMT -5
I was spreading on the salve to my healing wounds when a knock came, bloody maids. I walked over to the door, shirtless and opened it wide to see Prince August standing before me. Oh great, what does he want? I bowed, thought my face remained straight, aware of my stupidity of opening the door without a top on.
"Prince August." I said opening the door and gesturing for him to enter. "What do I owe the pleasure?" My tone was polite despite my feelings and I forced myself to relax. Most likely he was here to tell me to go home, that he would handle things and my presence not welcome.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 14:10:48 GMT -5
“Miri’s worried about you and she asked me to come and see if I could find out what was wrong,” I said, entering his room. He looked like he really had taken a nasty beating when he was set upon, poor man.
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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 Jul 10, 2008 14:34:05 GMT -5
"That was kind of my cousin." I said softly moving over to where my shirt was and pulled it on, careful about the newly slathered salve.
"I'm fine, just tired. I was worried about Mirielle when I received news of the plague, so I returned quickly and my wounds are yet fully knitted so it makes sleeping difficult. That and knowing that Mirielle is sick." I assured him. "Thank you for asking."
It was a lie of course, but what was I to say... I both hate and envy you for ending up with the woman I denied because of my selfish nature? Likely...
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 14:43:11 GMT -5
I sat in a chair near the door, needing to rest for a moment.
“I told Miri that it was because you don’t like me,” I joked, chuckling. “I think she’s worried you’re getting the plague, you know how she worries about everyone she cares for.”
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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 Jul 10, 2008 14:48:20 GMT -5
I don't like you.
"That's what make Mirielle, Mirielle." I said tucking in my shirt a little. "I don't think she'd be the same person if she didn't care so full heartedly for those around her." I observed. "And I'm tougher then I look, I was a captain in the Royal Navy. No small feat if I may say so, I don't tend to get ill and I heal quickly. My aunt always teases me and says that Eisheth herself would kill for my ability to heal." Why am I being nice to him?... Because of Mirielle remember. She loves him.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 14:51:48 GMT -5
“Those are incredibly desirable traits right now,” I said, sighing deeply. “I wish more people had them.”
I scrubbed my fingers through my hair and then over my face, trying to rub away my weariness.
“I do mean it though, thank you for being here, for keeping an eye on her. I wish I could just stay but my father…. he’s ill and I need to keep going to check on 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 Jul 10, 2008 14:54:41 GMT -5
I nodded. "I'm sorry," I said softly. "For your father. I sympathize." I swallowed. "I'll do what I can for Mirielle, but I know it's nothing compared to what you can give her. She loves you after all."
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 19:41:46 GMT -5
“I’m still not sure how I got so lucky,” I said, smiling at the thought of her. Taking a deep breath, I stood and offered him my hand. “Thank you.”
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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 Jul 10, 2008 21:35:31 GMT -5
Son of a...dirty rotten...I could have...
A dozen thoughts rolled through my head as I reached out and shook his hand, detesting the idea of being kind to the man that was the suitor of the woman I loved. But I sighed, pressing them all away and nodded. "No need for thanks, I'm just doing whats right." I said softly.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jul 10, 2008 23:14:35 GMT -5
“I still appreciate it,” I told him. “I should get back to her. Take care of yourself.”
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