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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 2:25:03 GMT -5
*Becca, plainly dressed in a dark blue gown, stood beside Philippe at the altar. Her mind raced, though her heart was still and quietly at peace. Mostly. She ached to think of what she was leaving behind, even for only a short while. She'd promised her parents that she would visit as often as she could. Philippe would understand, or have to. They had been her family her entire life.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 10:50:12 GMT -5
*Philippe almost felt he dreaming he could imagine how, after everything he had managed to reach this point. As he stood there he vowed to himself that he would not make the same mistakes again.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 11:12:26 GMT -5
"I now pronounce you man and wife," *said the priest. Becca turned to Philippe with a smile, reaching out to kiss him gently, as he could not see to.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 13:50:00 GMT -5
*Philippe returned the kiss gratefully, remembering the look in her eyes when the priest had attempted to annouce it will some amusement.*
"I wish I could see you."
*He muttered, out of earshot of the priest.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 14:57:55 GMT -5
"Do not worry--I am here," *she said, holding his hand gently as they left the chapel.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 15:35:10 GMT -5
*Philippe used his cane to guide his footing, funny because he hadn't had need of it for many years. Occasionally he had to stop, to gather a sense of where he was. Perhaps, he thought blindess was better if it was all you had known. But he would gladly endure that condition in spite of the other. As they slowly made their way back to the estate he gently squeezed her hand.*
"I had a rather uncomfortable discussion with my doctor this morning."
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 15:51:47 GMT -5
*Her grip tightened, but she said nothing of the sudden terror that struck her.*
"...how much time do we have?" *she asked slowly.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:01:22 GMT -5
*Philippe winced.*
"Ah no, not of that. He could not be definate, though if I exceed a few years then I shall be a lucky man."
*It seemed rather trival to mention the matter now.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:05:12 GMT -5
"Well, what is it, then?"
*Though her heart ached to think how quickly those years would go by.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:08:58 GMT -5
"It was about well, the physical aspects of our marriage."
*It was madness that he felt embarrassed to discuss such matter with the woman who had known him better in that respect than any other. Still, he did not know whether she had wished to partake in that part of the marriage. He thought she might but, it would be foolish to assume, given that it was not his decision to make.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:13:55 GMT -5
"Oh."
*She flushed deeply, glad he couldn't see.*
"So...you are...unable to...er..."
*She cleared her throat and tried to be positive.*
"I'll love you just the same, Philippe."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:21:32 GMT -5
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:27:43 GMT -5
*Becca paused only a moment, then hugged him tightly.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:30:14 GMT -5
*Philippe wrapped his arms around her waist. He smiled down at her, a hand on her back.*
"As I cannot see your expression I am going to take the lack of violence towards my person as a good sign."
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:34:43 GMT -5
"I love you," *she muttered into his waistcoat.*
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