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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 27, 2011 18:34:00 GMT -5
The carriage ride from the White Hart and to my townhome was fairly short, and with it fairly uneventful. I mainly stared at Sabriel while trying not to, shocked he was alive, and when I caught myself staring I would blush and look away only to find myself looking at him again.
"Does it feel strange to be back?" I asked as we pulled into the drive of my townhome. "I know it must be different to you than to us; you knew you weren't dead after all," I added, a lame joke at best, but it was true all the same. I colored again.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jun 29, 2011 10:01:40 GMT -5
I had caught her catching glimpses of me... well long drawn out glimpses, really, and I had to smile, though I tried to hide it by turning my head to look out teh window so she would not know that I knew of what she was about. The carriage ride was a short one, and very little happened at all during it, nothing like my old days, here and in La Serenissima, where a carriage ride could reap so many intriguing possibilities.
Her voice brought me back though, brought me back to the here and now, away from memories past, and I looked at her, nodding.
"True, I knew I was alive... but ithere ws a time when I was not sure, adn that was the worst. being here.. .back... home... if I can even call it that...," I sighed softly. Sometimes I wondered where I belonged. "It certainly feels odd. IT feels like I am starting over myself, but with a long list of wrongs and rights behind me that people still judge me for. No matter how long I am gone, time does not erase everything, and no matter how long I am gone, my memories remain."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 29, 2011 11:11:43 GMT -5
"Oh Sabriel."
My mouth twisted into a piteous smile, full of sympathy and sadness for how he felt. I reached across the carriage to touch his knee, cupping it warmly in my hand. "Everyone has things they regret, and everyone will continue to do things they regret. The only thing we can do is to let go of the past and look to the future... in the end, that is all that matters."
I gave him a soft smile as the carriage came to a halt, and as the door opened, I rose from my seat, and on impulse gave his cheek a kiss before I made my way out of the carriage.
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jun 29, 2011 12:35:36 GMT -5
Her hadn was warm, he rwords were soothing, but there was still a part of me that was too guarded to truly believe her words, even from Miri, my childhood friend, the woman who never thought ill of me. Yes, I believed that that was what she believed, well and true, but it might not be the same sort of sentiments the rest of the world engendered. If only the world were full of Miris. The thought brought a soft smile to my face, which was depeend by the gentle kiss placed upon my cheek as we arrived and Miri made her way from the carriage. i followed after her, the coachhand closing the door after me, and offered her my arm. I looked about, and had to smile. The place looked very nice, but not over teh top like some homes and people were. Simple enough but still beautiful and statuesque, sort of like the woman who owned the place.
"Shall we, my lady? I will need you to guide me," I teased, looking down at her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 29, 2011 15:31:55 GMT -5
"We shall," I said, grinning up at him as we made our way up the stairs and into the foyer of my townhome. One of my maids happened by and gasped at seeing me.. or rather, gasped at seeing Sabriel, and I flashed her a smile before looking up at my handsome almost-brother. "It looks like you'll be a celebrity," I teased, before looking back to the maid again.
"Please have dinner brought up to the upstairs sunroom," I requested with a gentle smile, then tugged on Sabriels arm in an almost girlish manner. "Come, Christelles room is up the stairs. She should be awake yet, but not for much longer."
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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jul 15, 2011 16:52:39 GMT -5
Upon enetering a scurrying maid took my countenance in, and apparently finding it alarming, gasped, which of course made me smile slightly roguishing, though at the same time a little sadly. At least I was remembered. I truly did hope that I did not bring any ill health upon any person seeing me as a ghost. She passed through and my attention was again upon Miri, her hand on my arm, gripping it to pull me along with her. I smiled, looking down upon her, and walked with her.
"Well then let us get to it do not keep the little lady waiting!" I teased, laughing softly. Again, the mixed emotions arose within me, pride, happiness, sadness, confusion, ah but would I ever just settle on one and be done with being such a mess? Perhaps it was Terre d'Ange that did it to me - made me feel this way - for for certani, aside from being ill, I was so self-assured when I was away from the place.
"I just hope she doesn't take one look at me and start bawling. That would not do well for future visits. Can you imagine when she's old enough to understand? Telling her how she met her Uncle Sabriel bawling her eyes out and glaring at his face," I said with another laugh.
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