Post by Sophine Shahrizai de Amodour on Apr 11, 2010 17:21:53 GMT -5
It had been some time since the fire and while my father was here he had seen to it that my sister's house was rebuilt and that Denyse would be taken care of - by me. It wasn't a responsibility that I particularly wanted, though I loved my niece dearly, but what could I do? Guy was in no position to care for her, though it amused me how well he took to children, and my father had his hands full with his new wife. There was something peculiar about that entire situation and my brother Marcel had drunk himself into a stupor every night that he was here.
Perhaps I should have tried to speak with him, but I had my own concerns. Namely that I was too busy falling for someone who had come into my life almost on a whim, and where did that leave me? I hadn't introduced Erie to Guy, knowing that my brother would play overprotective and likely embarrass me, and besides, he had his own concerns as well. We both knew that Denis was up to no good most of the time and I could tell that it was wearing on my brother. Not to mention that he was obviously besotted with my best friend ... which probably would not have been so bad if he could do something about it.
No, everyone had their own lives to live, including me. Today I was moving out of Denis' and back into Dyan's house. Or rather, Denyse's house, and mine by extension of being her guardian. I had tried bonding with father's new wife by having her help me decorate, but honestly, the girl was so empty-headed that I had had better conversations with furniture and I was actually relieved when they left. My father had hardly said more to me than to give me instructions and an allowance from Dyan's estate for Denyse and the hurt from his neglect was still fresh in my mind.
The day that I was to move out dawned clear, though cold, and Guy was unavailable (though for the life of me I had no idea where he was, Rochelle was home) so it was with the help of Denis that I piled my things into the carriage. I had expected him to simply send a man, not help me himself, and I found myself in the unenviable position of having to converse with him.
Luckily it didn't take long and I was on my way, Denyse sitting next to me, curled against me, her dark eyes lidded and drowsy. The drive was not long, however, and she hadn't time to nap before we arrived.
The house looked the same and yet different. Father had made a few changes to the design but for the most part it was eerily similar, even with a completely different decorating style.
Inside, I put Denyse to bed and began to unpack our things, what little there was anyway. I sighed when I was done, wandering the empty rooms and wishing more than ever that I could have back to Kusheth. I had not even asked father, however, because there was one thing here that held me even more tightly than familial obligations - Erie.
Perhaps I should have tried to speak with him, but I had my own concerns. Namely that I was too busy falling for someone who had come into my life almost on a whim, and where did that leave me? I hadn't introduced Erie to Guy, knowing that my brother would play overprotective and likely embarrass me, and besides, he had his own concerns as well. We both knew that Denis was up to no good most of the time and I could tell that it was wearing on my brother. Not to mention that he was obviously besotted with my best friend ... which probably would not have been so bad if he could do something about it.
No, everyone had their own lives to live, including me. Today I was moving out of Denis' and back into Dyan's house. Or rather, Denyse's house, and mine by extension of being her guardian. I had tried bonding with father's new wife by having her help me decorate, but honestly, the girl was so empty-headed that I had had better conversations with furniture and I was actually relieved when they left. My father had hardly said more to me than to give me instructions and an allowance from Dyan's estate for Denyse and the hurt from his neglect was still fresh in my mind.
The day that I was to move out dawned clear, though cold, and Guy was unavailable (though for the life of me I had no idea where he was, Rochelle was home) so it was with the help of Denis that I piled my things into the carriage. I had expected him to simply send a man, not help me himself, and I found myself in the unenviable position of having to converse with him.
Luckily it didn't take long and I was on my way, Denyse sitting next to me, curled against me, her dark eyes lidded and drowsy. The drive was not long, however, and she hadn't time to nap before we arrived.
The house looked the same and yet different. Father had made a few changes to the design but for the most part it was eerily similar, even with a completely different decorating style.
Inside, I put Denyse to bed and began to unpack our things, what little there was anyway. I sighed when I was done, wandering the empty rooms and wishing more than ever that I could have back to Kusheth. I had not even asked father, however, because there was one thing here that held me even more tightly than familial obligations - Erie.