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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 18, 2011 11:45:10 GMT -5
The day had stretched long, and I'd had business that pulled me out earlier in the afternoon that kept me out past my lunch. I'd been hungry for hours past without reprieve to eat; I could have excused myself, but I found it to have been a mannerless discourse to take, unladylike, and thus I merely remained quiet throughout the afternoon with my stomach blessedly silent in aching for nourishment.
When business had finished and I'd taken my leave, I instructed my driver to take me to a tavern to get something to eat before I headed the remainder of the way home. When he pulled up in front of the White Hart Manor, I hesitated, memories tumbling through my head, but I went inside regardless; I wasn't a fanciful girl anymore. Quietly I took a seat, my man taking up a position across the tavern from me, and when I ordered my food I ordered some for him as well. I knew he had to be as hungry as I, and I knew too that unless I pointedly made him eat that he wouldn't until we were home. I sat, waiting patiently for my food, distracting myself by opening a tiny pamphlet that had been distributed in the streets, reading it's contents with a quiet curiosity.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 18, 2011 12:03:37 GMT -5
It had been an awfully long ride back to teh City after a short rest and an awfully long ride back to the country home. I remembered how mother had fainted straight away upon seeing me, and how father trembled at first, but calmed his senses. They had taken to believing I was dead, I suppose from not having heard from me, combined with teh fact that those I had known in Aragonia, and had stayed with, wrote back to them after having not heard from me for sometime that I had perhaps died in Serenissima. It was all rather amusing, I supposed, but tiring to explain how I had been taken by an ague after a lengthy fall from a balcony (reasons for which were not disclosed and those same reasons made my lips quirk playfully now) into the filthy stagnant waters of teh place. I had nearly died, but was nursed back to health and had rettruned upon hearing murmurings about things going awry in Terre d'Ange... apparently there had been multiple raids along the Camlach border, and that did not bode too well. So with that, I had come home, reintroduced myself to my parents, and finding out from them some rather disheartening news that I knew would need my attention after I rested up some. Upon arriving in teh City, I had sent for the town house to be opened and aired, and for servants to be made ready for my arrival. Until then, I stayed in the White Hart Manor, sleeping in the beds, eating of the food there. It was time for me to sup, and dressed neatly, though not extravagantly, I made my way down the wooden stairway, through the halls to the dining room. I was greeted with a low bow and showed to what had already become my favourite seat. Sitting down, I crossed my ankle over my knee, leaning back in the plushly upholstered chair as my eyes wandered the room, my mind empty for the time being before the menu was brought to me to peruse. The young girl smiled softly, lowering her eyes as she placed it on the table and asked if I would have anything to drink.
"Red wine," I said simply, "the best you have, a bottle of it." She nodded, and I gave her a soft smile which made her blush and scurry off before she could see me roll my eyes at her silly behaviour. Women, really.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 18, 2011 12:16:22 GMT -5
People moved, finding tables and leaving, standing and talking near the door or by the hearth that held a low-burning fire. I ignored it all as I read the pamphlet, not so much because it was interesting, but in hopes of discouraging any company. The table I sat at was a small one set off to the side and out of the way, near a window but not directly under it. I liked it, liked the place; it was clean and respectable, just as a tavern should be in my opinion.. or at least one that I enjoyed frequenting.
The little feet of a maid scurried past, and before I could count to twenty they were back again, setting a glass of a fruity white wine before me, bobbing a little curtsy and a murmured, "my Lady," before rushing off again. I watched her, amused, as she ventured towards another table... and when I saw the face of the man seated there, my heart stopped beating.
It couldn't be. It couldn't be. It was just memories, that's all -- just memories, a man who looked similar and memories transfor...
Oh Elua, but it wasn't. I knew it wasn't, knew I was just trying to convince myself. I felt tears rising to my eyes before I could even try to say something, and for a long moment all I did was simply sit there, staring at the man across the tavern, tears filling my eyes and slowly trickling down my cheeks.
"Sabriel," I whispered, then without thinking about it, I stood. I didn't move from my table, too much in shock still, and I gasped once as I struggled to contain my tears and emotions both.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 18, 2011 12:54:55 GMT -5
With eyes barely open I perused my surrouindings, my head finally starting to fill with all the things I needed to do, all teh people I needed to visit, and places, in cluding my brothers burial site. I could not bring myself to do it upon my arrival, my heart still holing a fair bit of confusion. A good bunch of nothing it did to disappear and find myself. I still had those same feelings towards him, regret at not having been on good terms with him when he passed, but at the same time knowing that I was not at fault for that between us. I had tried to make amends with him on numerous occassions, but never really was able to, and had given up on the task, finding it easier just to be hated and to look down upon him, and his actions, the way he had acted. Apparently, Mirielle had changed all that, and somehow tamed the beast, at least well enough to get with his child. I shook my head at te thought, feeling an odd pang in my chest. I was always fond of her, she was good, kind, sweet, and did not judge me as harshly as my brother had, but to see someone like that end up with someone like him. It baffled the mind. And now his child would be heir. Again, a matter I did not want to think on just yet, but one that kept coming to the forefront of my mind. I looked about me, until I spotted a woman, standing, sunny locks, wide eyes, as though she had seen a ghost. I would have not cared, had she not been staring directly at me! I furrowed my brows, in a bit of confusion, and almost disgust before I started to notice certain things about her that rang true to a memory. Had I had a glass in my hand when realisation dawned upon me, I would have dropped it, and despite myself, and the feelings I harboured towards everything that I would have to address, and tha thad already happened, my lips curled into a smile as I looked at her almost incredulously. For a moment i thought I had dreamed her into existence - the trickery of a fretful mind and tired eyes. But no, she stood there, the very being I had been thinking about, pondering on, quite surprised to see me in the flesh. Then again, I could not blame her, afterall she no doubt thought me dead too.
In teh candlelight of the place, I noticed a glistening trail that lead from the corner of her eye down her cheek... and I wondered if she had been crying before she saw me. I raised to my own feet and, giving up my favourite table, went over to her.
"Mirielle?" I asked, just to be certain, though I knwe alredy the answer as my lips spread wider, parting to flash white teeth as I grinned at the woman before me. She had not change a great deal, perhaps more fuller in certain places that made her more pleasing to the eyes, if that were possible, though I did not let my eyes linger in those places overmuch.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 18, 2011 15:03:32 GMT -5
I watched as he saw me finally, and there was no recognition in his eyes, only irritation. I very nearly flinched, but before I could I saw the change overcome his face, saw him see exactly who I was.
He was alive! Oh gods, he was alive! It was idiotic, but my hopes that I'd see August walk through a door one day surged out of nowhere; idiotic feelings that I thought I had buried a long time ago reared their ugly heads, and when Sabriel sauntered over to stand before me, saying my name once in a questioning way I nearly broke down in sobs. That would have been more mortifying than I could have handled though, and rather than saying anything I merely nodded twice, my hand lifting to touch his cheek.
Carefully I touched him, drug my fingers over his flesh lightly, feeling him. "Sabriel," I whispered, my eyes going to his before I abruptly brought my arms up around his neck and hugged him, holding tightly to him. I buried my face against his neck and tried not to weep, but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't help the silent tears that leaked out, and I only held him tighter for it. "Oh gods, you're alive, you're alive!"
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 18, 2011 19:08:45 GMT -5
She reached out to touch me, perhaps to see if I was truly there. I did not flinch or pull away ad her fingers landed gently on my stubbled cheek, the one that was adorned with the scar. Her eyes realized me, and were full of tears, bright and shiny with them, unsure save that single tear that I could see handmade it's way down to her chin. I was nigh bout to stroke my thumb over it when she wrapped her arms about me, pressing her ace to my shoulder,and hugged me. I laughed, slightly self consciously as I hesitated then pulled her to me, feeling the earth, and even after these years, the familiarity of it came flooding back. My arms wrapped. Gemstones about her waist, pulling her closer to me as I felt her shake just slightly, and the wetness seep through the light fabric of my tunic.
"Shhh its okay," I whispered, then chuckling softly to help make a little light of the situation, "of course I am alive do you think I would ever die andkeaveTerre d'Ange without my presence forever?" I teased,whisking her softly again before I pulled back to get a look at her. "You haven't aged much," I teased.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 19, 2011 13:35:05 GMT -5
He hesitated before hugging me back, but I didn't care; I didn't care about anything other than the fact that he was alive. He was here, oh gods, he was here! His words made me laugh through my tears, and when he pulled back a little to look at me, I didn't resist, but only brought a hand down from his shoulder to try to wipe my eyes clean of my tears.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't," I answered softly, smiling at him even through the tears I was still trying to wipe away. "You're too mule-stubborn to do that."
His comment that I hadn't aged much made me laugh again, and I stood, one arm around his neck, the opposite hand coming from my face to rest against his chest, smiling up at his ghost-turned-real face. "I think you need to see a healer about a pair of spectacles," I teased. I knew I had to have looked older - I certainly felt like I was fifty.
"Gods, I've missed you. Your parents, they received word you'd died.. and so shortly after August.. It almost killed them." I shook my head, my smile fading away as I hugged him abruptly for the second time, holding tight to him and trying not to think of August coming back to life as well. "But you're here. I'm so happy."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 19, 2011 14:34:05 GMT -5
The tears rolled down her face, and she did nothing to hide them, just wiping thm away before they fell between us and landed on either one of us. I smiled softly tdown at her, feeling my heart squeeze. So much emotion was bundled up inside it, anger, sadness, but this too, happiness in finding someone who had always been a friend to me, even when my own family was not. And yet those other emotions were strong. I pushed them back though, and helped her wipe away a tear that she had shed, rolling down her cheek as her hand came up to cup my own. And then her arms were about me again, holding me to her, and this time, iwthout hesitation, I held her to me, my face pressing to her hair, taking a deep breath of teh sweet scent of it.
"Well old or not you still smell like the same Miri," I murmured against her sunny locks, my arms tightening about her waist. No doubt people would look on and wonder at what was going on between us. I felt the love I had for her fill my breast, the one of a brother that I had always harboured for her, and well... ah but I wouldn't think on that, not right now.
"I know. Mother fainted straight away the moment she laid eyes on me coming up the drive," I said, chuckling aghainst her hair, taking a deep breath of it again before I turned my head slightly and pressed my cheek to her head instead. "And father nigh killed me with his embrace. And I nearly had died, but I fought through it and persevered," I explained. This time I would hold her until she felt comfortable herself to break away.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 19, 2011 15:23:41 GMT -5
It was easy to take comfort and solace in hugging someone I'd grown up with, and I did it effortlessly, without thinking of it. Sabriel and his parents were the only ones I had left in the world who knew me when I was a child, and mayhap a part of me clung to him for that as well, for the only family I had left outside of my darling daughter.
"You told them?" I asked dumbly when he mentioned how the reacted, but I couldn't find it in me to blush. Instead I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, smelling him, memorizing the feel of my childhood almost-brother before I finally pulled away again to look up at him. "Poor Sabriel," I said, smiling at him. My tears had stopped, but my eyes were fresh with them still, and I looked up at him as he stood. He was right before me; I still could hardly believe it. "You come back to us after almost dying, and have to suffer through everyone crying and fainting on you."
I wiped at the spot on his shirt where my tears had wetted it, unsuccessfully, and I did blush a little then. A throat cleared behind me, and I turned, suddenly remembering where we were, and the small blush bloomed to encompass my entire face.
"Excuse me, my Lady, your dinner is ready."
The girl bobbed a curtsy, and I let myself let go of Sabriel, but I stayed close to his side as I dipped my head slightly in recognition before she hurried off. "Elua, we're putting on a show," I said softly, brushing my hands over my hips to smooth my dress out. "Sit with me?"
I smiled up at him; it wasn't a demand or expectation, it was merely a question, a hope that he would sit with me while I ate my dinner.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 19, 2011 15:37:40 GMT -5
She did finally let go, though I could have stood and hugged her for longer. I had spent a great deal of time wavering in and out of consciousness when I was ill, and fairly delusioned. I wondered if she would laugh to find out that often she would appear to me at those times, when I knew not myself, or my surroundings, when I raved at those who tried to help me swearing they were poisoning me, and like teh voice of reason she ahd always been in my ear, she would appear to me and tell me to basically stop being an arse and let the people and physicians do as they needed. Those were the only times I was quiet. Even when I slept my dreams were dark and foggy and fitful. It had been a hard and dark time, the memory of it chilling me before i brought my attentions back to teh here and now, and teh way she tried to dab up the tear that stained my shirt, and the blush that rose to her cheeks first from that, and second from the girl who had brought her dinner. I laughed then, the girl scurrying away with the same shade of pink on her cheeks.
"You two ought to share secrets on how to get your cheeks that lovely rosey hue," I teased, reaching forward to pinch her cheek gently before nodding and pulling her chair back for her to sit at her supper. "Well of course, do you think that I would sit all the way over there and just stare at you when I could be sitting beside you! Really! If you hadn't have offered I'd have invited myself anyways," I teased.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 23, 2011 12:43:39 GMT -5
The smile that had been on my lips before broke out further as he teased my blush then pinched my cheek, and I had a hard time not swatting at his hand with a laugh. I sat as he pulled my chair out for me, moving delicately and lightly, waiting til he had his hand just barely removed before I adjusted it a little. I watched him as he took his own seat; it was still so surreal that I felt the like I should continue to touch him to make sure he was actually there, that I wasn't hallucinating after a long day. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off the door, hoping August would saunter in next and sit down as well, laughing at how I'd been fooled that he died.
But, no. If August did walk in, neither he nor Sabriel would be smiling, the rift lodged between them having grown too big to be mended before Augusts untimely death. The smile on my face faded a little, and I glanced down to my dinner, picking up a fork and beginning to push my food around a little with it.
"I can't believe you're here," I said at length, glancing back up at him with another soft smile, one that had never really left my face. I laid my fork back down on the plate again, shaking my head a little as I stared at him. "It's a miracle, there's no other explanation... just a miracle."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 24, 2011 13:11:00 GMT -5
She sat, and I sat afterward, sitting easily in the seat before I motioned for the server to bring my drink to me, which she did in a hurry. I drank from teh glass as I looked at Miri sitting before me. So much time had passed since I saw her last, o many things had happened, and I almost shook my head to dislodge the thoughts that swirled in my addled brain, making this meeting a sweet one, but potentially bitter sweet, depending on how the conversation went. I loathed it going that way though, because really to have Miri hate me would just be the terrible icing on the already horrible cake that was my relationships with people.
"Oh heavens no not a miracle, I am sure some people would think it a bane on their existence that I have returned," I teased, taking another sip from my glass. "I am just... glad to have returned, and to be able to be here to look after business," I added, wondering how she might take teh little tidbit I had thrown out. Mayhap it was too early already in the reunion to be talking about such things, truly it felt awkward to have to even think about expressing how I felt about her taking over the reigns until her child came of age, but I held my tongue and moved onto something else.
"So, tell me, what have I missed?" I asked with a laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners with merriment.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 30, 2011 21:59:37 GMT -5
Sabriel still had it about him.. the very essence of a prince. The way he carried himself, they arrogant manner, the offhanded way he gestured for his wine to be brought and never paid it another mind, knowing it would be done just as he asked. I admired it in him now as I'd admired it growing up in both he and August. It wasn't superficial, it wasn't anything they'd worked to achieve... it was simply who they were. He could be in the worst brothel, could be steeped in manure and I would still recognize him from his mannerisms alone.
I smiled as I looked at him, unable to erase it, positive nothing was going to happen to spoil this sweet reunion. My appetite was well and truly gone, which was just as well as my food was cold now, and I continued pushing it around my plate, the only excuse I took to look away from him. He was alive! Alive!
"Posh! I'm sure nobody thinks your return as as bane. How could they, after all? Azzalles prince, returned to them." My smile was fond, and I had to withhold the urge to clasp his hand in mine. I was happy he was back, that was obvious.
"I'm sure whatever business you've come to attend was worth your trip. I only wish you'd been here sooner to tend to it," I added, flashing him a teasing grin. "As for what is new, well.. Nothing, and at the same time everything. The City is in turmoil after Queen Sabrinas death and Prince Christiens poisoning. Everyone seems to like to pretend nothing is happening, and all at the same while they're looking over their shoulders. I can't blame them much, I suppose," I added, sighing softly, before brightening some. "And Christelle, my babe. Your niece! You must come see her Sabriel.. she is the sweetest child." I bit my tongue, almost saying she looked so much like August, afraid of how Sabriel would react to it. She did, though, at least in her eyes; her hair was lightening already to a fair blonde, whisps of curls beginning at the nape of her neck.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 31, 2011 14:59:58 GMT -5
She always had this innocence about her, the desire to see the best in people, perhaps that was how she had ended p with August and with his heir. Even now, she did not draw the lines together to see that the business that called me here was Azzalle. Excitement for the return of their prince...perhaps but he is not the sovereign duc as he should be, and here I sat with the one who held the title until the babe came of age. So many things could be said and done, so many backhanded things to get back the province that I loved, to have it within my grasp, but with her sitting across from me, smiling, truly happy to see me here before her, so excited she could barely eat... How could I ake that away from her or her babe, and yet I still felt a part of me knew that it was something that would have to be dealt with and possibly done. I swallowed, smiling, though no doubt the worry of the matter glinted suspiciously in my eye. I dipped my head, clearing my mind as I sipped my wine and presented her with an honest smile.
"Yes, I very much want to meet this little one I have heard so much about. August's heir, the sovereign duchess to be, if I am correct," I said, biting back the pain that blossomed in my chest and akin another drink. "Does she look much like her father?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 31, 2011 21:23:17 GMT -5
Something flickered in his eyes before he dropped his head away, and I felt bad; here I was, prattling on about my life, and he'd only just returned to the City, and no doubt had demons in his past from the trials he's lived through in Aragonia and La Serenissima. Before I could try to change the subject though, he was smiling at me again, talking of wanting to meet Christelle, and I began to relax... right up until he spoke again.
I froze and looked at him, watched him with silently wary eyes. The smile fell from my mouth some, and a sadness threatened to leak in; desperately I pushed it away, trying not to assume anything, but it was so hard not to. But too, it was Sabriel! Sabriel!
"Yes, she does, in the eyes," I said, my voice soft. I let my fork still, but I didn't let go of it, just as I didn't look away from him for more than a few seconds. "They tell me she looks like me in the face, but I see him when I look at her, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
A fierceness was starting to grow in me, that he would possibly look down on my babe for his prejudices against her father. Another part worried me about what he said, the mentioning of her sovereign title, and I sat quietly, watching him, wondering where he was going with this.
Oh Elua, don't let it be, I prayed silently. Please, don't, don't...
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on May 31, 2011 22:03:36 GMT -5
I smiled. She had tensed some, quite a great deal in fact, and perhaps now was not the time to bring it up, but at least she saw something there that was bothersome, and rightfuly she should. It was all well and good for her little one to inherit what should have been mine but the belief that she had no right to it stuck firmly in my mind.
"Then she must be the most beautiful babe in the land," I said innocently, smiling as I had before and always with Miri, my words now showing or at least feigning to show that I meant nothing by what I had said before. "For all that he was stubborn he was my brother, and not terribly bad looking," I teased,"and if she resembles you, then she must look a little miniature angel, a cherub," I added, sipping my wine. "How old is she now?"
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 2, 2011 14:06:28 GMT -5
I listened, warily, and watched him as he spoke, trying to discern his intentions. My instinct was warring with everything else in me; part of me screamed warning, to protect Christelle and her rights, and the rest of me scoffed at that. It was Sabriel, not some cutthroat power hungry man. Sabriel wouldn't try to take something from my daughter, wouldn't try to hurt me. I wanted to close my eyes and pray for assistance, for direction, but I couldn't, and thus I did listen to him, and I did watch him.
In the end I was as confused as I was initially, and I fell back on my smile. It wasn't large, but it was heartfelt, and I tried to push everything away until he gave me reason to doubt him. It wasn't easy; the voice that begged to protect Christelle was nearly impossible to quiet on good days.
"Your brother was one of the most handsome men I'd ever met," I countered, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice and out of my smile. I gave a small, voiceless laugh, and looked down as I tried to push all the sad memories away with the suspicion. "But then again, you're one of the most handsome too," I added, trying to be teasing. I paused, pretending to consider him, and each second that went by, the smile was easier to call on.
"She's four months old now." Talking about Christelle relaxed me, filled me with pride, and at last I finally put my fork down, having not eaten, and having no intentions on eating anymore. Swallowing, I acted before I could stop myself, and I reached across the table to touch his hand. My fingers slipped into his, and I held it gently, my eyes in his, my voice soft. "Come see her, Sabriel."
It was nearly a whisper. I wanted him to see her, wanted him to love her like I did, wanted to know he wasn't going to put his hatred of his brother on my innocent daughter. I hesitated and bit my lower lip, my hand unconsciously holding his a little tighter. "Please."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jun 9, 2011 9:45:02 GMT -5
I could tell she was guarded, her smile was coming slower to her lips, and she had backed off, I could tell she still didn't know what to think fo waht I said, and I knew then that it was a bad idea to have brought it up, especially so soon after the initial shock of realising I was, indeed, still alive. I had been away from d'Angelines for so long, it was hard for me to remember how to deal with them, in truth. The subtleties fo speech, of saying what you want to say without truly saying it, without coming off too fo9rward, but if I was able to get her to smile again, even half-assed, well I suppose I wasn't as bad off as I thought. I sighed softly as she spoke, thinking of how I had almost lost yet another person in my life, almost as soon as I had recovered them.
Pulling myself from my thoughts, I listened to her, smiling when she called me handsome, but when she leaned across teh table, her hand slipping into mine, grasping it, and that look in her eyes as she spoke. I frowned, softly, feeling terrible then.
"Of course I will, Mirielle, truly, would you think me so terrible that I would not come to see my own neice? Regardless of what is thought of me, or what was thought of me, or what people think I have done or am capable of, or regardless fo how I feel about August, or felt about him, do you hoenstly think I would not want to see the babe?" I furrowed my brows, feeling truly hurt, though I know her words were not meant to hurt me, they showed doubt in my reliability. Though I suppose I couldn't blame her for the words that had passed from my imbecilic lips earlier. I sighed, using my free hand to course through my locks, my finger tips pressing lightly against the scar on my cheek before falling back to teh table. I squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Yes, I will come, heck I will come today, right now if it is not a disruption," I added, my eyes stern, set, sincere, my jaw firm, and my eyes peering into hers.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 11, 2011 13:14:07 GMT -5
He took offense to it, and I hadn't meant it in the way he'd interpreted it. I flinched as if struck and sat back, pulling my hand back to my lap again. I didn't know what he was thinking, I didn't know what he'd been through.. Oh Elua save me, but I didn't know him anymore, and that hurt more than the accusation in his voice that I thought him a monster.
I wanted to believe in what he insinuated, that he was going to love Christelle no matter what, but the part of me that was political, that had been born into politics and had grown up steeped in them knew too what he didn't say, but I nodded and looked to my purse, taking a few coins and setting them on the table for my untouched dinner and wine.
"Now then," I said, braving a smile to him. "Lets go now.. I want you to meet your neice, your own flesh and blood."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jun 11, 2011 13:22:14 GMT -5
I could see a phantom of pain flash in her eyes, where I was mirrored, and I frowned, the corners of my lips pushing downward at my own words. Sometimes, sometimes i truly wished I had stayed away and left Terre d'Ange and it's plots and schemesandintrigues well alone, but I could not... It was in me, it was who I was, or at least a part of it. This meeting had gone from sweet to bitter in a matter of a few wayward exchanges, but I was not going to give up on it quite yet. She acquiesced, and I would see this Christelle today. A part of me thought it was too soon, while another part said it was not soon enough. I nodded, watching her pull coon from her purse, but picking it p from the tabular and handing it back to her before pulled coin enough to cover my refreshments and her unfinished meal. "After all I am the reason you lost interest in it," I said, semi forcing a smile,though I was sure it looked natural enough. Things had certainly taken an unprecedented turn for the worse, but hopefully yer would be laughing and teasing like the old Sabriel and Miri we oth knew and adored.
"Now we can go," I added with a nod, pulling my chair out and rising from my seat before offering Miri my hand.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 11, 2011 13:34:29 GMT -5
He moved, took up my coins and put his own down, giving mine back to me, and I couldn't have stopped the smile that brought the corners of my lips up. That was the Sabriel I knew.. the considerate man, the one who cared for others, the little boy who cared for an injured songbird for no other reason than he could. I took my coins back from him again and tucked them into my purse before leaving my side of the table.
When Sabriel offered me his hand rather than his arm, I hesitated, and the little smile on my mouth grew more. I took it, my hand sliding into his larger, and in the gesture I felt more.. Elua, I didn't even know, but it relaxed me more.
"I have my carriage with me, if you'd like to take it," I said, warmth infusing back to my features again, and my voice too.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jun 11, 2011 13:41:22 GMT -5
As her hand slid against mine, clasping it, it was like a world came crashing down and rebuilt itself in the passing o a few moments. So many emotions ran through me it nigh brought tears to my eyes. I was as emotional as a preg Nantes woman around her, and it was frightening.
I returned her smile, with a genuinely warm one this time, and squeezed her hand lightly, happy that she had not shied away. It reminded me of when we were younger, and we'd go skipping through the tall grass, and I'd be overtaken with that childlike happiness to the point I would grab her hand and hold it while we skipped. It was that same exhilerating comfort that infused me then which found IRS way to my chest Joe, filling my heart to swelling. I sighed imperceivably, letting out some of the tension I had held.
"Unless you plan on having me dragged behind it in punishment for being away for so long, then yes, I would be happy to join you inside it," I teased with a lopsided grin.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 27, 2011 18:30:51 GMT -5
I laughed at the mental image he painted even as I shook my head, smiling up at him in joy as we walked towards the door. I would be hungry later I knew, and would find something to nibble on then, but for now my attention was on the man who'd come back from the grave, shocked and surprised as I was. "I don't think I have the heart to do that," I grinned at him, giving his hand a little squeeze as we left the building and into the evening air.
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