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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 30, 2007 12:58:36 GMT -5
I do not like that man. That thing.
Irrational as it was, Megan felt a great deal of anger toward Julian for even existing. This was supposed to be Proserpina's time to shine. And the way he stared at her while she fed the baby...
She shuddered.
Proserpina had unlatched and was falling asleep. Megan smiled and refastened her dress, then gathered her tiny daughter in her arms and sang softly, in a slightly melancholy tone:
"I remember sky It was blue as ink Or at least I think I remember sky. I remember snow Soft as feathers Sharp as thumb tacks Coming down like lint And it made you squint When the wind would blow. And ice like vinyl On the streets Cold as silver White as sheets Rain like strings And changing things Like leaves. I remember leaves Green as spearmint Crisp as paper. I remember trees Bare as coat racks Spread like broken umbrellas. And parks and bridges, Ponds and zoos, Ruddy faces, Muddy shoes, Light and noise and Bees and boys And days. I remember days, Or at least I try. But as years go by They're sort of haze, And the bluest ink Isn't really sky And at times I think I would gladly die For a day of sky..."
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 13:02:10 GMT -5
((Good song.
And hehe... sorry about Pina being overshadowed. She'll get her due, too.))
*Erik stood in the doorway, his lean frame leaned against its.*
"She likes you," *he said.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 30, 2007 13:07:56 GMT -5
"I like her too," Megan said, smiling at her. "You know, if you look long enough, it's not that bad. She might even grow up to be pretty if she can learn to apply a nose..."
((Real!Megan isn't angry about Julian. Only Verse!Megan. Going to lunch, brb.))
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 13:12:17 GMT -5
((Good, it's hard to tell sometimes, you know?))
*Erik approached, skeptical.*
"'Not that bad'? She is ugly, Megan. No amount of wishing--unless you can find another fairy godmother--can help her."
*He spoke calmly, but from long personal experience.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 30, 2007 14:59:10 GMT -5
"We will at least raise her with love and human contact," Megan murmured before kissing her daughter's forehead.
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Post by Erik on Aug 30, 2007 16:51:13 GMT -5
*Erik frowned down at them, deep in thought.*
"Do you think it will matter, so much?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 31, 2007 10:26:01 GMT -5
"She'll at least know there's someone that cares for her..."
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Post by Erik on Aug 31, 2007 14:33:29 GMT -5
"But what of her going out into the world? What keeps her from being secluded, as Erik was, without that which no life is worth living without?"
*His eyes slid to hers.*
"That which mere family cannot provide?"
*He spoke calmly, as if he was actually interested in her answer. This being was a fact, as Julian was, and both must be dealt with accordingly.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Aug 31, 2007 14:53:32 GMT -5
Megan rocked her baby back and forth and did not respond.
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Post by Erik on Sept 1, 2007 11:45:32 GMT -5
*It was disconcerting to be ignored in favor of a being which could not talk. The maternal instinct must be powerful. And despite himself, Erik found that he was curious about those feelings. Feelings his mother clearly had never had for him. He stepped closer.*
"What do you see, when you look at her?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Sept 1, 2007 14:36:05 GMT -5
"I see something small and helpless that was created out of love and depends on me for everything. I see a life I shall have to help shape. But mostly, I see my daughter, and the very fact that I see all these things makes her beautiful to me."
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Post by Erik on Sept 1, 2007 21:21:05 GMT -5
*Erik was touched despite himself. It wasn't fair, and beyond that it wasn't helpful to know that his mother could have, should have been capable of what this upstart girl was without even trying. He looked at the baby, trying to see something lovable in it, but he could only see himself.*
"If she had to live, Erik is... glad she has you for a mother."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Sept 2, 2007 15:38:52 GMT -5
Megan smiled at him, genuinely touched.
"Thank you."
Her eyes actually grew a little misty.
"That means a lot, coming from you."
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Sarcasm
- Masterful Virgin -
How interesting...
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Post by Sarcasm on Sept 2, 2007 18:01:52 GMT -5
*Pops in*
What an attractive child.
*Pops out*
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Post by Erik on Sept 2, 2007 20:02:50 GMT -5
"You didn't know my mother," *Erik deadpanned, unaware of Sarcasm's visit but subconsciously amused just the same.*
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