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Post by Enjolras on Jan 15, 2008 11:24:05 GMT -5
*Enjolras sat in the library, staring into the fire. A half-read newspaper lay on the end-table, opened to the obituaries.*
Baron Marius Pontmercy died this recent saturday due to wounds to the head.
There will be no funeral.
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 21, 2008 2:18:12 GMT -5
*Belladonna sat the the floor with her back to the window, intently reading an old diary she'd found in her room. In her light blue dress, with her long hair pulled back by a white ribbon and shimmering in the light pouring through the window, she looked hardly older than 17.*
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Post by Enjolras on Feb 21, 2008 8:57:26 GMT -5
*He walked in, intending on reading his paper like he did every day, but saw her in there.*
"Oh, I'm sorry, I..." *He spotted what she was reading and smiled a little. Just a little, but it was more than he had in months.* "Your diary." *He said softly, as if reminding himself.* "You used to write in it every night before we had sex went to sleep."
*His sad smile made him look every minute of his age. He wasn't too much older than her, but as she'd been basically not moving these last years and he'd been out fretting over Adrienne and a whole myriad of other things, the age difference appeared to have increased.*
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Post by Belladonna on Feb 21, 2008 16:32:59 GMT -5
Yes, I-I found it in here... *She looked up at him with a slight smile on her lips.* It's...very interesting.
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Post by Enjolras on Feb 22, 2008 10:22:26 GMT -5
"I'd... I'd forgotten about it. Adrienne... she was in charge of your things."
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 21:58:01 GMT -5
Oh, I see. That makes sense... *She shot him a shy but sweet smile, glancing back down at the diary.* Did we really have a shotgun wedding at Notre Dame?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:10:12 GMT -5
*He smiled sheepishly.*
"I'm afraid so... you wanted a big wedding, but then you were pregnant, and we..." *He felt bad that he hadn't given her the wedding she'd wanted, now. He suddenly felt like the awkward young man that he'd been long before he'd married or even met Bella... by the time he'd found her that man had almost entirely disappeared.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:14:38 GMT -5
*Her smile widened slightly, charming and beautiful in its sweetness, before she glanced back down at the diary.* I'm sure it was quite lovely. And a big wedding would have been even more scandalous than a shotgun wedding if I was pregnant, wouldn't it? *She looked at the pages filled with her small, graceful handwriting for a moment, at last glancing back up at him with a wistful look on her face.* We were happy, weren't we?
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:17:54 GMT -5
"We were." *He said, his voice rough.*
*In all those years without her, he'd had to close himself off from emotion, lest he allow it to hurt him. Now that she was back, it was hard to let go and to feel again... and as passionately as he'd always felt about causes, he'd always found it difficult to feel on a personal level. It was one of the reasons he loved Bella so much... he had been able to feel when he was with her, back then. Now, he wasn't so sure.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:21:50 GMT -5
And then I had to go and ruin it all. *She shut the diary with a small sigh.* I'm so sorry, Enjolras, I-I wish there was a way for me to remember. *She looked up at him hopefully, hesitating slightly.* But...
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:24:19 GMT -5
"None of this was your fault, Bella." *He said, uncharacteristically softly, but there was fire behind those dark eyes. Passion and anger, and the life that had supposedly gone out of him long ago. Fire that hadn't been in those eyes since the day of the crash.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:30:14 GMT -5
*Bella got to her feet slowly, though she was so tiny that she still looked like nothing compared to Enjolras. Turning the book over in her hands, she glanced up at him, and for a moment her eyes held a spark of recognition. She opened her mouth to speak, but her remembrance faded too quickly and she looked back down at the faded cover of the diary.* I was wondering...if you could tell me about... everything.
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:31:18 GMT -5
*He was a bit sheepish.*
"I, well... I mean, there's not anything I could tell you that... unless you wanted..." *He stuttered.*
Damn it, man, what's wrong with you? *He sat on a loveseat, wondering if she'd sit next to him.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 3, 2008 22:38:38 GMT -5
Oh, but you could! *She looked up quickly, her eyes entreating, and sank down next to him on the loveseat, one hand resting automatically on his arm as she leaned towards him.* The diary- it's all very good to read my own diary- but she- that Bella seems so different from me that I can't quite keep everything straight. There's so much that she-I- reference that I don't recognize and it messes with my head until I can't keep anything straight. And I- I'd like to hear what you have to say...what you remember... *She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was touching him and caught her breath.* But only if you- *She stopped herself, removing her hand from his arm and getting to her feet again.* I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me anything, I shouldn't have...I'll just... *Flustered, she dropped the diary on the floor, stopped to retrieve it, and then began to walk towards the door.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 3, 2008 22:41:06 GMT -5
"No..." *He said, reaching out a hand. It was the closest he'd get to actually asking her to stay... everyone who knew him knew that. He couldn't bear it if she left... if she wasn't there, touching him, talking to him... just the sound of her voice was a blessing after so many years of silence.*
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