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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jul 15, 2008 14:11:35 GMT -5
*Maxim looked over the papers, his expression hardening and the color draining from his face.*
"Damn."
*He looked at her over the paper.*
"There won't be any getting out of this."
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Post by Micaela on Jul 15, 2008 14:17:37 GMT -5
*She sighed a little.*
"They're just reporters, despite my earlier outburst, and anyway it's all speculation. She got herself stuck in the cabin, for all we know." *She said smoothly, cognizant of the fact that any one of the servants could be listening. She looked him directly in the eyes, with a soft strength behind her own.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jul 15, 2008 14:22:32 GMT -5
"They're already on her side," *he said darkly.*
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Post by Micaela on Jul 15, 2008 14:29:48 GMT -5
"Well with that attitude..."
*She leaned her head against him and looked up.*
"Everything's going to be just fine." *She assured him, with all the confidence of her youth.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jul 21, 2008 12:29:46 GMT -5
*He laughed humorlessly.*
"I only hope you're right."
*He sighed, one hand stroking her hair, is if he could borrow some of her conviction through the contact.*
"They've scheduled the inquest for later this week."
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Post by Micaela on Jul 21, 2008 12:36:39 GMT -5
*She nodded.*
"Just don't lose your temper when you get questioned." *She warned gently.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Jul 22, 2008 11:28:32 GMT -5
"I won't," *he assured her. He couldn't let himself get angry and ruin everything.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 15, 2008 14:36:03 GMT -5
**NEW DAY; POST-INQUEST**
*Micaela sat on the floor playing with Ellie and Finn, who for all his excess energy was excessively good with the children. Liam sat on a chair with a picture-book and, the library being the closest thing in the house to a family room, Micaela felt no guilt for messing it up a little. It was certainly the most informal.*
*A storm raged outside, but the fire blazed bright and warm and with her children around her she barely noticed.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 21:01:55 GMT -5
*And the phone rang*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 21:05:35 GMT -5
*Micaela stood to pick it up, patting Ellie on the head and leaving her to pester the dog. It was only close friends who knew the number to the phone in the library, and as such she felt comfortable picking up without Frith having to do so and escort her to the more public phone.*
"Micaela de Winter speaking." *She answered, inquiringly.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 21:09:08 GMT -5
*He heaved out a sigh, trying to be calm, though when he spoke his voice wavered*
"It's me. Christian."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 21:10:43 GMT -5
*She recognized the tone in an instant. She immediately grabbed the reciever, picked it up, sat down and placed it on her lap.*
"What happened?" *She asked, not unkindly.*
*Ellie and Liam looked up when she spoke, but both turned around when they realized she wasn't talking to them.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 21:12:41 GMT -5
*Damn. Even over the phone, his feelings were rather transparent*
"I left Erik. After a fight...of course." Even though he was upset, he still strained to keep that at bay.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 21:21:09 GMT -5
*Oh. Oh my. She wasn't good at this sort of thing at all. Phones, that was. She was better in person, with the hugs and the baked goods and the mothering.*
"That's not all." *She said gently.* "I can hear it in the way you're talking."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 21:22:34 GMT -5
"Oh, god. I don't think I could...I don't even want to think about it--"
*His voice cracked, and he paused, getting hold of himself*
"Let's just say I've realized that I'm not the only one."
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