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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 12:04:40 GMT -5
*der Tod flinched, and quickly averted his gaze to elsewhere in the room.*
"They had their problems, like anyone else."
*He couldn't quite keep from sounding regretful.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 12:06:30 GMT -5
"Do you know much about them? The Hapsburgs, I mean." *She said, innocent of the knowledge dearest chuck of his past.*
((Macbeth, thou dost invade my brain.))
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 12:09:34 GMT -5
*Dammit all, she just had to be reading on that particular subject...
It must be karma.*
"I was close to them." He said a bit thinly.
He tried to keep any emotion out of his voice--Aimee couldn't possibly know just what sort of ground she was treading upon*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 12:11:20 GMT -5
((I will not pull a Kate, I will not pull a Kate...))
"Really?"
((Dammit. Stupid ObliviSues!))
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 12:14:48 GMT -5
((ObliviSues are good. They help plot move.))
"Yes. Pardon me, but I'd rather not discuss it."
*He said it a bit snappishly, not really meaning to*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 12:18:40 GMT -5
*She raised an eyebrow but left the subject alone, reminding herself not to bring it up, or to bring it up with Renn. She shrugged and returned to her book, flipping back to the more neutral story of Marie Antoinette.*
"Jeez, these people and hair..." *She muttered under her breath.*
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 12:24:07 GMT -5
"I am sorry, I did not mean to snap at you--you can hardly be blamed for not knowing it is a touchy subject."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 12:26:16 GMT -5
"Im used to being snapped at." *Forlorn immigrant face* "Oh no wait, that's my mama."
*She shrugged again.*
"It's fine." *Alexei began fussing in his sleep just then.*
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 12:30:41 GMT -5
*He patted Alexei's back reassuringly.*
"Shh...what's this? Bad dreams?" He said softly.
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Post by Alexei on Dec 15, 2007 12:33:14 GMT -5
"Papa?" *Alexei called forlornly, his little baby voice quite obviousy heartbroken.* "Papa, wo bist du? Ich kann Sie nicht finden!" *He wasn't crying (he never had), but he was quite clearly upset.*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 12:34:37 GMT -5
*Aimee set her book town and reached out to take the baby.*
"I know how you feel, little one." *She said softly to him, gently rocking him back and forth and humming 'A Little Fall of Rain' under her breath.*
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Post by Alexei on Dec 15, 2007 12:35:50 GMT -5
*He was slowly calmed by the sweet vibration of her voice, the warmth of her delicate arms, and the steady comfort of her heartbeat.*
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 13:52:10 GMT -5
*der Tod watched Aimee with the baby, his expression rather sad*
"Why is it that his father never comes?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Dec 15, 2007 13:58:51 GMT -5
"That's right, Alexei. Sleep." *She said soothingly to the child. She looked up at der Tod and shrugged.*
"Sometimes men are scared of babies, particularly their own. None of my half-siblings ever really spent time with my father. Not even Fitz and Annette, who were born long before he was killed, or Clara, who lived with him."
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 14:01:40 GMT -5
*He shook his head at that, leaning on the back of the couch as he did so*
"I don't understand it. He is a very pleasant little one. I would never do such a thing with my own."
*Mention of that made him smile a bit. His own. There would be one of his*
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