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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:11:39 GMT -5
*Micaela stormed into the room. She threw a pillow at the floor before picking another up and screaming at the top of her lungs. Into the pillow. She flung herself onto the bed and screamed some more into the pillow.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 20:26:21 GMT -5
*Later, Maxim approached the room. Though he would never admit it, he was slightly nervous as to what he might find- he wasn't sure what he would do if she was still angry at him. He didn't show his concern, as he entered the bedroom quietly, as if nothing had happened.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:27:49 GMT -5
*She didn't notice him coming in. Her screams had turned into quiet sobs, and her face was in the pillow.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 20:28:50 GMT -5
*Maxim approached the bed and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:31:22 GMT -5
*Her shoulders shook, and she sat up, face splotchy and red. She didn't say anything--her ordeal was clearly evident in her eyes and the fact that she was shivering from cold with goosebumps to prove it. She hiccuped softly and her eyes still leaked tears.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 20:41:01 GMT -5
*Without a word, Maxim gathered her up in his arms and rubbed her arms to warm them.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 20:44:31 GMT -5
*She clutched at him, eventually getting her arms around him and sobbing into his chest. At some point they slowed to hiccups and she pulled away, wiping her tears away with her sleeve.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 30, 2007 21:04:14 GMT -5
*He gave her a soft smile.*
"There, now, let's have no more of that. I'm sorry about... earlier."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 31, 2007 0:56:11 GMT -5
*She smiled softly and sniffled a little.*
"It's... I... It's over now." *She said haltingly, looking him in the eyes. It wasn't 'fine' or 'okay,' as she wished it would be, but it was over and done with and she wanted to try to move past it. Her left hand had developed a propensity for traveling to her stomach when she was emotional or upset, and now was no exception. The bump was just beginning to show.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Dec 31, 2007 1:04:59 GMT -5
*Maxim placed a hand over hers, and let it rest on her stomach lightly. With his other hand, he tilted he face toward his for an Uwe-style face chomping soft kiss.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 31, 2007 11:55:15 GMT -5
((Please excuse the suethor while she squees.
*sound of Micaela leaving the computer, door opening and closing, distant squeeing, and then the reentry.*
That will be all. You'd better be glad that fetus is too small to kick, or I'd so pull the 'OMG TEH BABYZ KICKIN' thing on you.))
*She rested one hand on his side and kissed back gently. She realized her fears had been silly--it was her he was holding and kissing like this. She had what was quite possibly the most important and potent advantage ever--she was alive, and Rebecca? No matter how Danvers tried to deny it, Rebecca was dead.*
((It seems they attempt to solve all their problems by eating eachother's faces. Suethor does not protest, though it could cause relationship problems later... nah.))
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Post by Micaela on Jan 5, 2008 17:42:46 GMT -5
*Micaela was distressed, and was looking for Maxim. She had checked everywhere for him; he wasn't anywhere to be found. She was now glaring at the fire in their room, hoping he'd eventually come in there.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 5, 2008 18:20:08 GMT -5
*A while later, Maxim entered the room.*
"Ah, there you are, darling. I've been wo-" *he frowned slightly.* "Is everything alright?"
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Post by Micaela on Jan 5, 2008 18:21:06 GMT -5
*She pushed her bangs out of her face with one hand.*
"Not particularly."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jan 5, 2008 18:27:29 GMT -5
*He frowned.*
"What's the matter?"
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