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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 16, 2008 15:57:04 GMT -5
"Yes, but it's your house, and I"m a guest here and I should've known better and..."
*He was rambling. Rambling, so that hopefully the words could keep away the sob that was threatening to surface*
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Post by Micaela on Jul 17, 2008 8:54:28 GMT -5
*She grabbed his hand. She'd known him long enough to realize that he was about to break down.*
"I promise, whatever it is..." *She had a feeling she knew what had happened.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 21, 2008 16:47:09 GMT -5
*He gave her hand a squeeze, wanting to lean his forehead on her shoulder but instead opting for the doorframe. Servants had a tendency to blab, after all.*
"It's like my mother has died all over again." He said, very softly.
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Post by Micaela on Jul 22, 2008 5:56:03 GMT -5
*At this point, if the servants weren't entirely convinced of the solidarity of her marriage, they didn't have the brains to suspect anything anyway. She pulled him down into a hug, stoking the back of his head comfortingly. She didn't know what to say to him, truly. She remembered the pain of losing a parent, but putting those feelings into words wasn't her strong point. All she could do was hug him, and hope he gleaned some of her strength, or at least some comfort, that way.*
((BFF Hug!))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 22, 2008 12:44:24 GMT -5
((These two are cute. Squishy friends!))
*He wrapped Micaela in an almost bruising hug, wanting to just block everything out. Instead, he settled for closing his eyes and leaning into the hug, taking comfort from her presence*
"It made me think of all that I have. Made me realize I have only two people left in the world, and both of them were in danger during the fire."
*He heaved a shuddering sigh*
"Micaela...it made me afraid that you'd die on me, too."
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Post by Micaela on Jul 26, 2008 3:24:20 GMT -5
"You aren't getting rid of me anytime soon." *She promised.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 28, 2008 22:41:41 GMT -5
*He clung for a bit before slowly easing his hold on her*
"Thank you...for everything."
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Post by Micaela on Aug 1, 2008 16:17:45 GMT -5
*She ruffled his hair the way she did her son's and had once her brother's, even though he was a lot taller.*
"Nothing. You're my closest friend, Christian; I'd do the better part of anything for you."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 1, 2008 18:51:42 GMT -5
*Finally, he smiled*
"And I'd do whatever I could for you. You're like the sister I never had."
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Post by Micaela on Aug 4, 2008 5:23:12 GMT -5
"Yes, well, you're closer to me than my brother was." *By the time her little brother had been old enough to be amusing, she'd been long gone at school, and after school she hadn't returned before he'd died.*
((Yeah... their relationship is more than a little unique on the 'verse...))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 4, 2008 22:30:16 GMT -5
((Hee))
*On an impulse, he kissed her forehead*
"Well, I definitely feel better now, thanks to our chat."
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Post by Micaela on Aug 5, 2008 4:22:48 GMT -5
"I've got to go tuck in your godchild, so I think this is where I send in an army of maids to clean up."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 7, 2008 6:05:49 GMT -5
*He threw a glance at the darkened room behind him*
"Er...yes. I'll just straighten up this mess that I look like, and then it's all theirs."
*Besides, it was time he visited Erik.*
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Post by Micaela on Aug 7, 2008 6:11:02 GMT -5
"... I think a shower may be a really good idea. And I have to figure out how all the remaining guests are going to eat in a house that smells like smoke... I've half a mind to ju..."
*Then she was struck with an idea of her own.*
"Do excuse me, I've children to tuck in and a beach picnic to organize."
*She tousled his hair one last time before padding away, her bare feet making little noise on the polished wood floor.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 7, 2008 6:36:27 GMT -5
"Don't run yourself in circles!" He called after her, before disappearing back into the room. Not for the rest of the day, though. He'd take care of his disheveled appearance, and visit someone he'd been wanting to see...* ((And scene! And segue to Erik's room!) )
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