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Post by Rebecca on Sept 9, 2008 7:36:42 GMT -5
((...took me a while to get the oysters thing. Sicko.))
"Treszka?" *Becca craned her neck to catch a glimpse of the girl, grinning excitedly.* "Oh, I'm so glad she's here! I've been aching to meet her!"
*Having been raised in a family where such "intimate" parties were more informal and affectionate than rigidly in compliance with social mores, Becca shot out of her seat--it wasn't as if she were going to eat anything more than the nothing she'd managed to already ingest--and was beside Treszka in a moment.*
"You're Rudolf's sister? I've been so looking forward to meeting you," *she said, rather breathlessly as she tried to regain some composure. At last, here was a relative of Rudolf's who didn't look too stiff to move.*
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Post by Treszka on Sept 9, 2008 12:13:25 GMT -5
((I think you can attribute that more to me than Rudolf XD ))
*The eyes of the others at the luncheon followed Rebecca, many disapproving, though there were some that seemed to sparkle with amusement.
Treszka, who didn't care much for society rules, was on her feet as well, grinning*
"Yes--so good to finally meet you! When I heard he was getting married, I knew I had to come and see."
((She looks like Alexis Bledel, btw))
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Post by Rebecca on Sept 9, 2008 16:28:31 GMT -5
((Omg yeah, Bledel is so cute. ^__^))
*Becca laughed.* "Oh dear--I do hope I don't disappoint." *She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.* "Ninety percent of those present at my wedding this morning did not warrant one having a care for any of their opinions, but you, I am quite eager to impress, as we are to be sisters now until the end of the world; or until your brother realizes he's married an awkward little girl who likes to spend her days riding horses, climbing trees, daubing paint on canvas and getting generally filthy. Whichever comes first."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 16:36:10 GMT -5
Andrew and Scarlett Blakeney had attended, of course, and Scarlett was more or less tastefully resplendent; she was learning to be the display Andrew wanted her for, without giving up on her dreams of a true union.
The wedding, and the obvious happiness of the couple, were doing there best to deflate her hopes. It had been beautiful, but had only reminded Scarlett of her hasty wedding and of the coldness she'd taken for a natural shyness in her new husband.
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Post by Andrew on Sept 9, 2008 16:38:37 GMT -5
*Andrew chatted politely with the other guests and saw to his wife's comfort at the material level, making general witticisms and sipping brandy while turning to an animated discussion of politics with his nearest male neighbour at the table.*
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Post by Tony on Sept 9, 2008 16:40:37 GMT -5
*Tony, clad in impeccable but sober black, sat nursing a single glass of sherry, taking no food. Nothing any of his family had said--not even Andrew--could have convinced him to shed his mourning garb for his little sister's wedding. Though he was happy for her, his own sorrow at losing Teleute--at how he had been so unable to save her...how his selfish desire and love had only prolonged her agony and suffering before her inevitable end. He cursed himself for what he had done to her, and always would.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 16:55:10 GMT -5
Scarlett sighed, wanting to dance, wanting to gossip, wanting to talk politics even if it meant leavening the silence in which she now lived. Andrew hardly spoke to her, aside from polite inquiries into her comfort, and while she listened avidly to everything he said, she was all too aware of his indifference to her opinion.
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Post by Tony on Sept 9, 2008 16:59:36 GMT -5
*Tony poured himself another sherry, noting his sister-in-law's doleful expression.*
"Scarlett?" *he said, offering to pour her a glass.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 17:04:01 GMT -5
Scarlett turned to her brother-in-law, so like his twin--though instantly discernible, as Andrew was the handsomer--and smiled, though the expression had some difficulty reaching her eyes.
"Why, I suppose it is permissible to have just one," she said. "On such a special occasion."
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Post by Tony on Sept 9, 2008 17:07:58 GMT -5
"'Till death do they part," *he muttered, pouring her a generous amount and refilling his own.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 17:15:00 GMT -5
Scarlett considered protesting the amount, then decided no one was looking and took a sip.
"Thank you," she said, her insides warming. "It... it was a lovely wedding, wasn't it?"
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Post by Tony on Sept 9, 2008 17:16:30 GMT -5
"Beautiful, of course. Even bruises can be beautiful. So many colours."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 17:19:48 GMT -5
Scarlett's eyes widened and she took too large a sip and coughed at the sherry burned its way down. Andrew rarely spoke of his brother, and from what little Scarlett had seen, she wouldn't know what to say, either.
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Post by Tony on Sept 9, 2008 17:32:14 GMT -5
*Tony downed his with more ease and reached for the decanter again.*
"So how's Andrew doing?" *he asked.* "Used to be my brother talked to me more than anyone else...now, well, now I suppose he has you to tell things to."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Sept 9, 2008 17:35:19 GMT -5
Scarlett's eyes slid tellingly to Andrew, then back to his brother.
"Oh, we're quite happy," she said, aware of the fiction they were supposed to keep up. "But I'm afraid I'm altogether too silly to tell anything important to."
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