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Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Jul 17, 2008 13:24:16 GMT -5
Love,
I am very sad to hear of the plight your sister has undergone, and I hope you are bearing it with all the grace you have ever shown with me. You are a strong man, Denis, no matter your age; after all, there is no way my heart could ever belong to someone weak.
Please tell me if there's anything I can do to lighten your current situation. I understand you must go, but I shall miss you, and already I look forward to the next time we can see one another.
All my best, Noelle
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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 17, 2008 13:54:40 GMT -5
Love. My heart soared even as heavy as it was. there is no way my heart could belong to someone weak. I was beaming, despite my current situation.
I sat down and began to write another letter.
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Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Jul 21, 2008 11:41:48 GMT -5
Love,
Your words made me smile, both inside and out. I never thought you as a man of poetry, but it seems as if there is much about you that I still need to learn. I look forward to that, Denis, to seeing you again and feeling your arms around me. It is not something I am used to feeling, I have to admit, but it seems you are stirring much in me that I'm unused to feeling.
I love you, Denis. Have a quick and safe trip; I'll be waiting for you when you return.
Always, Noelle
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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 21, 2008 11:51:30 GMT -5
More declariations of love. I swooned.
I wanted to send her another letter but my carriage was sitting outside waiting for me before we would pull away and make our journey for Azzalle.
I would write from the road.
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Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Jul 21, 2008 16:14:49 GMT -5
Denis,
I'm glad to hear any word from you I can, scribbled or no. As I don't think you'll receive this til well after you're at your estate, I hope your traveling was easy on you body, for I know it was hard on your mind. You're a strong man as well as enjoyable. I'm glad to have you in my life. For now, I send my love, and a small gift I picked up this morning.
Til we meet again, Noelle
With the letter was a small box, inlaid with gold and ivory. When the box was opened it held a small statue of Elua, exquisitely detailed, his hands held out as if waiting for affection. I hoped it would bring solace when he buried his sister, as well as remind him of my heart in his bleak moments.
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