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Post by Philippe on May 11, 2008 13:11:52 GMT -5
((Because the other thread is so long.))
*Philippe entered the room and sat down hard upon the bed. He had not been supportive, to anyone today. Which was madness given the circumstances. There was no time to brood.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 11, 2008 17:02:26 GMT -5
*Becca came in not long after but said nothing, merely lighting a lamp upon the dressing table and then beginning to take off her earrings and hairpins.*
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Post by Philippe on May 12, 2008 14:32:22 GMT -5
*He stood and barely fumbling reached her side. Wrapping a hand around her waist, he reached up and removed a hairpin.*
"Have you thought of names?"
*He asked, running a hand through her hair.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 7:46:24 GMT -5
*She started slightly. How a blind man could sneak up on her in such a disturbing fashion was quite beyond her, but somehow he managed it.*
"I hadn't," *she admitted softly.* "...I wasn't certain if you had any feelings on the matter."
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 8:34:15 GMT -5
"Well, I had not thought. Perhaps it is best to wait til the birth, I do not like the idea of naming someone I have not met yet."
*He rested his forehead on her shoulder.*
"But perhaps we should think of some, in case."
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 8:40:36 GMT -5
"In case of--?"
*She reddened a bit.*
"Oh. Yes. Yes, of course. Well...um...I had thought...that if...if it were a girl...we would name her Violetta."
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 8:53:46 GMT -5
*Philippe smiled slowly.*
"Yeah, I would like that."
*He nodded, mainly to him.*
"It suits. And a boy, Joseph perhaps?"
((Joseph actually means "God will add another son." which is oddly appropriate.))
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 8:59:02 GMT -5
"No can do. My typist lives with a sometimes-dickwad by that moniker."
"Perhaps..." *she said, putting on her nightgown and beginning to dot cream onto her face and rub it into her skin.*
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 9:02:58 GMT -5
((Ah, in the same way my brother was called Matthew. Bugger.))
*Philippe returned to the bed and shortly dropped into sleep.* ((No more nooky for these two, I think they have exhausted it utterly.Timothy, Zacharie or Issac?))
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 9:05:45 GMT -5
((Hmm...Timothy sounds a bit common, and Zacharie and Isaac sound a bit modern/non-French-ish, ya know?))
*Becca crawled into bed beside Philippe and curled up in his arms, falling asleep with a small sigh.*
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 9:11:16 GMT -5
((Hmmm, well Zachaire is the french version of Zechariah. Just good to have something biblicalish to go with the 'holy' idea. Francis or some variation of?.
On another note, want to fast forward?))
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 9:12:31 GMT -5
((...sure, could do!
And do you mean fast forward to what I think you mean fast forward to?))
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 11:39:20 GMT -5
((Around then, yes. eeek.))
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Post by Rebecca on May 20, 2008 13:37:38 GMT -5
***DUN DUN DUUUUUN! NEW DAY, POST-RIDING THREAD***
*Becca was carried to the bed and maids hurried to try to make her comfortable, though she hardly cared--she could scarcely see straight for the pain of labour and losing Philippe. A doctor was sent for, but already she was soaked with perspiration, her breathing shallow and her heartbeat too fast and irregular. The dark curls of her hair were plastered against her pale skin, and her pupils were dark and wide though her eyes were unseeing of what went on around her.*
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Post by Clarisse de Chagny on May 20, 2008 14:10:35 GMT -5
*Clarisse entered the room, pale and drawn. Still, this was not the time for her own grief. She moved over to sit by Rebecca's bed. She found however, she could say nothing, only watch and stroke her hand.*
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