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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 18:22:38 GMT -5
((Ophelia reference. Here comes the crazy lady!))
*Marianne had escaped. In the night, her nurse was asleep, and unknowing, she took the key and unlocked herself. There was money enough in the desk that once belonged to her husband (she didn't know that now her son sat behind it) for a ticket to Paris--so here she was. What the Desmarais family had always been trying to protect her from--getting lost.*
*But she wasn't lost: she was in the same square where, innumerable years ago, she had found herself. Where Daniel had found her.*
*This time, she sat on a bench, waiting for her husband to come find her.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 18:29:03 GMT -5
Daniel was wandering Paris, trying to get his mind off of the meeting with Armand. Staying at the inn hadn't helped--he kept jumping at shadows, and even his old haunts seemed...well, haunted.
Which was stupid.
I'm not afraid of Armand.
But who was he trying to prove that to, exactly?
He stopped in his tracks at the sight that waited around a corner. How long had it been...?
"Marianne?"
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 18:32:45 GMT -5
*Her head turned of its own accord when she heard that voice. Upon catching sight of the man--vampire--it belonged to, she narrowed her eyes.*
"You're not Marc. He's supposed to be here, not you."
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 18:37:22 GMT -5
He quirked on eyebrow at her.
"Marianne...he died years ago."
He knew that much, at least. Her family had been plagued by a string of misfortune back then.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 18:38:40 GMT -5
*She shook her head, eyes narrowing yet further.* "Of course he didn't! I just talked to him earlier; he was taking the twins to the park..." *She stood.* "And I don't see why you should be telling me otherwise."
*But something behind her eyes was pained. Somewhere, she knew what he was saying was true, but she couldn't face it.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 18:41:45 GMT -5
Their surroundings not lost on him, he slowly moved closer.
"It's been like 20 years. He's long gone."
And, if memory served, she'd lost one of her children on top of her husband, thanks to fever. It was no wonder that she was mad, now.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 18:43:25 GMT -5
*Eyes watered.* "No, you're lying! He isn't dead, he's alive and well and I saw him just today!" *To emphasize her point, she thwacked his chest with one tiny, ineffectual fist.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 18:47:44 GMT -5
Well, this was a familiar scene, wasn't it?
He grabbed her wrist, actually being gentle for once.
"No, I'm not lying. There is only you and your son left."
His tone of voice matched his touch. One could almost mistake the look in his eyes for a sort of fondness.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 21:07:31 GMT -5
*Pulling on her wrist and hitting him with the other, she thrashed and shook her head.*
"You're lying! Where is he?! Where are they?!" *The last syllable shook with a suppressed sob. She had never grieved--she had never left the state of denial.* "Where's my husband?!"
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 21:12:49 GMT -5
He didn't flinch away, even letting her hit him a moment before simply pulling her into his arms, partly to stop her but also in an attempt to calm her down. Not that he expected anyone to find solace in him.
"You lost him." He said simply. "Denying it won't help you."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 21:16:18 GMT -5
*The sobs were coming in full force now--a decade and a half of denial built up a whole lot of crying, and it all seemed to trying to get out as quickly as possible. She shook and thrashed and screamed, but was unsure whether she was trying to get away or pull closer.*
"It's not true! It's not TRUE!" *She sobbed, her hair falling out of place and her face turning splotchy and red.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 21:20:55 GMT -5
He wasn't very good at this, though he had made a reasonable attempt at it in the past...with Marianne, no less. He just held her, letting her cry and shriek it out, tentatively petting her pretty hair.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 21:23:08 GMT -5
*When it was out of her system, she pulled back, her face still red and wet with tears she couldn't remember having a reason to shed.*
"Now where is he, Daniel?" *She insisted, eyes narrowing again as her hackles rose and a feral look appeared in her eyes. She'd never been a violent madwoman, but her days placidly pretending appeared to be over.*
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Post by Daniel on Apr 11, 2009 21:27:19 GMT -5
He sighed. He knew it was futile, she was too far gone to listen, but with Marianne he never behaved the way he usually did.
"My dear, I've told you...he's gone."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Apr 11, 2009 21:28:41 GMT -5
*As if she believed it would have any effect, she flew at him with renewed vigor, screaming.*
"You're lying! YOU'RE LYING, TELL ME WHERE HE IS"
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