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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:38:22 GMT -5
*He bent down and kissed her forehead, the scent of her overwhelming him.*
"And I you."
*An oversensitive ear alerted him to footsteps on the gravel. An arm still wrapped around her waist he began to led her again towards the house.*
"Come, let us get the greeting of the servants over with."
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:40:52 GMT -5
"But I already know them all, or most of them," *she pointed out.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:45:33 GMT -5
"I know that and they know that but the few who are spying still for mother darling need to be clear what they report back."
*He smiled icyly as they entered the house.*
"You must be my eyes until such a time that I can safely remove them from my presense."
*He muttered in an undertone.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 16:48:53 GMT -5
*Becca nodded, her face gone white at the mention of his mother.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 16:52:33 GMT -5
*Philippe led her through the group of servants dismissing them as quickly as he could. He did trust them not do harm but loyalties ran deep with a few. His aunt had them under control he saw, or didn't see as it was. Once they were in his private chambers he finally stopped and sank into a chair. The walking seemed rather a lot.*
"Sorry... but that wasn't too unbearable was it?"
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 17:04:38 GMT -5
"No, no, it was alright. I had you with me. I felt safe," *she said, going to the washbasin to fetch a cloth and rinse it in cool water before wringing it out and bringing it over to press to Philippe's forehead.*
"You look pale," *she said with concern.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 30, 2008 17:06:20 GMT -5
"I will be fine, I have simply not regained all of my strength yet."
*He reached up and removed the cloth.*
"Please do not worry, now."
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 30, 2008 17:09:04 GMT -5
*She frowned but took the cloth back to the basin.*
"Alright."
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 0:54:17 GMT -5
"I do not mean to be rude."
*He sighed.*
"It is merely that feeling like an invalid makes me feel... well invalid."
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Post by Diana on May 1, 2008 0:58:01 GMT -5
((GUH! You have NO idea how much self-control it takes to not have Diana jump you. I'm SO serious. *Headwall* ;D))
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 1:38:05 GMT -5
((*hiss*))
"I worry about you--you cannot make me stop worrying," *she said gently.* "But it does not mean I think less of you as a man. In fact I think I like you more now than I ever did."
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Post by Diana on May 1, 2008 1:39:05 GMT -5
((*Whimpers* ))
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 8:31:14 GMT -5
"Hmm well, yes I can understand that." *He sighed.* "I suppose it has given me the gift of perspective."
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Post by Rebecca on May 1, 2008 11:03:09 GMT -5
"Time does that, for all of us," *she said, sitting in a chair and resting her chin on her fist.*
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Post by Philippe on May 1, 2008 11:11:04 GMT -5
*A moment later and he had recovered his breath. It was stupid to waste time like this. Especially as there was so little of it left.*
"Shall I have some food brought?"
*He asked, his voice oddly husky.*
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