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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 9:25:32 GMT -5
*Sorcha smiled, genuinely, for the first time--and her smile held the loveliness of a girl completely unaware of her own charm.*
"Still--I pray for all of ye t'be blessed."
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Post by Micaela on Feb 3, 2008 9:28:36 GMT -5
*She smiled genuinely as well. Hers hearkened back to when she was Sorcha's age, running around like the little hoyden she was, or studying hard at school while dressed as a boy, though now she was wiser and more mature.*
"Thank you, Sorcha. I appreciate it."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 9:31:40 GMT -5
*Sorcha laid aside the book she held.*
"I should be gettin' home, now," *she said quietly.* "Mam will begin to wonder where I've gotten to."
*She looked imploringly at Micaela.*
"Ye...ye won't tell her I was here, will ye?"
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Post by Liam on Feb 3, 2008 9:32:48 GMT -5
**MIC**
*Micaela smiled, almost conspiratorially, and shook her head.*
"Of course not, dear. Feel free to borrow that." *She moved off in the direction of her bedroom.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 9:35:26 GMT -5
*Sorcha looked at the book and slid it back onto the shelf. Perhaps later. Turning back, she slipped through the French doors and ran back towards the cottage.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 3, 2008 10:24:47 GMT -5
**LATER I GUESS**
*While Micaela was out, Liam and Ellie practiced in the library, where the acoustics were the best in the house, save for the ballroom. They planned to perform a song for her on her birthday--Liam would play and Ellie would sing. Liam had a passable voice but preferred not to sing, but he was fantastically talented at piano and violin, the latter of which he was playing right now. Ellie was the opposite: she loved to sing and had an exquisite soprano voice, but was bollocks at any instrument she tried. The lone voice and mournful violin would have brought tears to the eyes of anyone listening... the de Winter children had inherited their mother's passion for music, and it had never manifested itself as strongly as now.*
*Liam began a slow violin introduction... they had found the sheet music, but it wasn't in Ellie's ideal key and it was written for piano. Liam had written the violin part himself and transposed it up for Ellie's voice.*
*In perfect harmony, Ellie's voice rose over the sounds of the violin. Liam couldn't write his own music, but he could embellish on the work of others... violin wove in and out with Ellie's clear, sweet voice perfectly. She was only fifteen, and her voice still had some of the childish innocence the little girl she'd been and still mostly was. The song itself was bitterly sweet and achingly beautiful.*
In the quiet misty morning When the moon has gone to bed, When the sparrows stop their singing And the sky is clear and red, When the summer's ceased its gleaming, When the corn is past its prime, When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture; Chain me not to the plow. Set me free to find my calling And I'll return to you somehow.
*Liam's violin began the crossover to the next verse, and Ellie's voice rose over it again. Of course the de Winter children were perfectly happy and settled at home, and their mother was ridiculously content here. But it was a freaking gorgeous song.*
If you find it's me you're missing, If you're hoping I'll return...
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Post by Pina on Mar 5, 2008 1:22:30 GMT -5
**LATER. OR ACTUALLY, SEVERAL YEARS EARLIER, 'CAUSE THIS TIMELINE IS HELLA FUCKED UP**
*Up past midnight yet again, Pina read by candlelight, unwilling to put her book down and go back to bed, despite anything related to commone sense.*
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Post by James Norrington on Mar 5, 2008 12:49:00 GMT -5
((Adding to the fucked up timeline is James all ready done talking to Richard although he totally just saw him in the hallway!))
James wandered back in the house praying that the invisible rocks that had tripped him all those times outside didn't appear inside as well. He stumbled down the hallyway and noticed a light in the library, being as inebriated as he had suddenly become, he decided he wanted to find out who was there.
Looking through the door, he noticed Pina sitting alone reading a book, trying to be quiet he opened the door a little more only to miss the door panel and falling straight on his face.
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Post by Pina on Mar 6, 2008 8:59:58 GMT -5
((I think that someday Manderley's going to like, collapse into a wormhole from all the conflicting timelines.))
*Pina gave him a deadpan look and blinked a few times.*
"Jeez, James, how much did you have?"
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Post by James Norrington on Mar 6, 2008 17:43:56 GMT -5
((Word))
He looked up with concern "Oh Pina, I didn't-" he tripped over his own foot stumbled backward in to a book case causing books to come flying down. He attempted to pick them up, but his hands weren't working right, so he left them there "Danver's can't bloody well clean it up, the old snot bag" he found a chair and decided it might be best if he sat down.
Pina was still looking at him "Oh god" he said in a short burst of sobriety "I didn't want you too see me like this."
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Post by Pina on Mar 7, 2008 17:49:14 GMT -5
*She raised an eyebrow at him.*
"Well, I have."
*She stood up and approached his chair.*
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Post by James Norrington on Mar 7, 2008 18:01:09 GMT -5
He looked up with a sloppy smile "I'm so sorry."
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Post by Pina on Mar 7, 2008 19:16:58 GMT -5
*She looked at him with a condescending glare.*
"Does mama know about this?"
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Post by James Norrington on Mar 8, 2008 15:07:27 GMT -5
His eyes widened "Oh no, no, no, no, no" he shook his head "she can't, oh she'll be so upset" he sighed.
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Post by Pina on Mar 10, 2008 0:09:50 GMT -5
"Well why'd you go and get drunk in the first place?"
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