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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 21:28:15 GMT -5
*She bit her lip, and thanked God that the passing governess had seen her motions to take the children.*
"Christian, I'm so... I don't know what to..."
*She sighed. Of course she'd known long ago he'd realize this; anyone could see Erik wasn't built for monogamy.*
"I'm sorry this had to happen."
*She really wasn't pleased with propriety or responsibility for keeping her from going to Paris right now and making sure he was alright.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 21:34:01 GMT -5
"You were right." He said suddenly. "Were right about it all...I should have listened to you. I was such an idiot--how could I ever think that I could be the change?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 22:13:19 GMT -5
"Because you're really a woman, Christian, and women think that they can change men. Especially sues."
"No, Christian, you couldn't have..."
*Oh screw it.*
"Do you want me to come check on you? Because I will."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 22:28:07 GMT -5
*He laughed, rather suddenly, though reinged it in as fast as he could*
"No. I've left the opera and all that it contains. I'll be all right."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 22:30:28 GMT -5
"I'm entirely serious, and if you're not at the opera how are you eating and paying rent?"
*She frowned, and even if he couldn't see it he could probably hear the worry in her voice.*
"Are you sure?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 22:51:53 GMT -5
*He gave a hollow laugh*
"Micaela, it's all right--there's more than one opera in the city. I'll just take up with one of the other companies. I was thinking of your old theater, the Phoenix."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 22:53:26 GMT -5
"I mean are you sure you're alright. You don't sound alright."
*Now she was flat-out fretting, a skill she' developed when Liam was born.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 23:10:36 GMT -5
"I'm fine, Micaela. I will live, and once I get a job going again, I can come visit. I promise."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 19, 2008 23:12:46 GMT -5
"You know you're not allowed to blame me, you're worrisome and I'm a mother so it's kind of my job to worry. And you've been included in the exalted list of people I care about enough to worry about." *She said, a little less serious. In fact only about half-serious.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 19, 2008 23:32:14 GMT -5
"Yes, motherrrr..." He drawled, imitating a child's voice.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 21, 2008 9:21:38 GMT -5
"Now go take your cod liver oil and a nice long nap." *She instructed.* "Or maybe just the second part; I never quite understood British parents' fascination with requiring their children to swallow fish oil."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 21, 2008 9:35:22 GMT -5
"You and me both," he said with a snort. "My mother was rather horrified when someone suggested she do that to me."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 21, 2008 9:39:12 GMT -5
*She giggled.*
"Oh you should have heard the governess going on about how I was an unfit mother."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 21, 2008 9:48:03 GMT -5
"I hope you gave her a speech about how it's none of her business how you raise your children."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 21, 2008 9:55:58 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, Ellie chose that particular moment to run by without a diaper on."
*She chuckled.*
"She isn't too fond of clothing at the moment."
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