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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 17:15:40 GMT -5
*Ellie dashed about the rose garden, humming happily to herself as she smelled the flowers.*
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Post by Susan on May 2, 2008 18:21:32 GMT -5
*Susan kept an eye on the child, making sure she didn't start jugglingh with sharp rocks*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 18:27:59 GMT -5
*Ellie looked at the trees apprehensively, as if afraid something was going to walk out of them. Liam liked the woods at Manderley, but Ellie couldn't feel the same way. She then got distracted as she saw a butterfly and chased it, making futile, carefree grabs with her chubby hands.*
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Post by Susan on May 2, 2008 19:01:27 GMT -5
*Making sure one eye was still on the child, Susan glanced at the woods*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 2, 2008 19:04:08 GMT -5
**MINI ELLIE**
*The butterfly escaped, though she was happy to pull a flower up, roots and all, and begin plucking the petals.*
((There be ghosties in them thar woods.))
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Post by Micaela on Sept 27, 2008 21:23:57 GMT -5
**SOME OTHER TIME; I HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER EARLIER OR LATER**
*Micaela sat on a bench in the garden as the roses were in full bloom. She'd plucked one and was gently stroking the petals, at this point in their lives becoming soft and gentle rather than turgid and smooth. She'd always liked them in full bloom best. A little past their prime, and still growing, they smelled heavenly. But she was in no mood to appreciate them right now.*
*She stared at the rest of the flowers, her mind elsewhere. It had all happened so quickly; first, they'd found the appointment book in the box of stationary that Mrs. Danvers (God rest her soul, the poor woman) had miraculously not brought to her room, and then they'd found the appointment at the doctor's office, one that she'd kept... and after a few phone calls, Maxim, Favell, and Colonel Julyan were on their way up to London to ask some questions.*
*She could only hope that the answers wouldn't doom her husband. She hadn't come along; she'd felt it more useful for her to stay with her children. It wouldn't do to let them know there was something wrong.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Sept 29, 2008 17:07:10 GMT -5
"Micaela-"
*Maxim's was standing on the path that led to the garden.*
"It's over."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 29, 2008 17:11:41 GMT -5
*She stood, hands trembling uncharacteristically.*
"And?"
*Her heart was practically pounding in her ears.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Sept 29, 2008 20:15:08 GMT -5
"The doctor-"
*He looked down, shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe what he was about to tell her.*
"She was dying. Cancer, the doctor said. She'd have had a few months, maybe less. 'Suicide,' they said. 'She didn't want to live like that.'" *he said harshly.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 29, 2008 20:18:09 GMT -5
*Cancer... did not usually make a person so happy. But right now, cancer was at the top of her list of favorite things. She walked straight up to him, put a hand on either side of his face and tilted it so he was looking at her. She kissed him soundly before throwing her arms around him and holding on as if afraid he'd disappear. Her face was buried somewhere in the vicinity of his shoulder.*
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Sept 29, 2008 20:25:23 GMT -5
*He held her close, hardly daring to believe that they were finally free of Rebecca's curse, out of danger.*
"It's over," *he repeated, convincing the two of them that it was true.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 29, 2008 20:29:21 GMT -5
"Can we be boring now?" *She asked, her voice uncharacteristically small and her face still unmoved from where it was buried in his chest. She pulled back, looking up at him.*
"Can I please just spend the rest of my life organizing this behemoth of a house and straightening your ties and making sure our children take their baths and doing nothing more remarkable than having tea at four-fifteen instead of four-thirty?"
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Sept 30, 2008 11:28:23 GMT -5
*He chuckled quietly, his arms still around her.*
"I don't know about that... 4:15 is just too wild for me."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 30, 2008 12:36:52 GMT -5
*She beamed.*
"A regular maverick, I am."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Sept 30, 2008 19:09:32 GMT -5
*He kissed her forehead and smoothed back her hair.*
"Well, if you insist."
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