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Post by Shadi on May 5, 2009 12:28:41 GMT -5
Shadi pushed away, yet again, the thought that she'd broken him. She was feeling better, in the sense that her headache was gone and she'd had it out with her father and Rochester was alive and how could anything stop them now? But that didn't lessen what she'd done, and her responsibility, and where he'd found her this morning.
"Good," she said, smiling softly. Would it take a world of good to make this right?
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Post by Rochester on May 5, 2009 14:06:46 GMT -5
*Her smile eased his mind and Rochester answered it as he pulled her closer, lifting her chin delicately to plant a light kiss on her lips as the driver headed towards the pastry shop. Things would be better. If they were together, they simply had to be. He wouldn't allow himself to think otherwise.*
"Darling..." *He started at length.* "If you had your whim, what would you prefer?" *He cocked his head questioningly.*
"Should we get a place of our own, or simply hop from one hotel to the next, living off of room service?"
*Maybe she would like that, the lack of commitment. Perhaps it would make her feel less trapped. That had been the problem before, hadn't it?*
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Post by Shadi on May 5, 2009 14:32:44 GMT -5
Unconsciously, Shadi's cocked head mirrored his own. But she was thinking, not listening.
"Oh, that sounds terribly decadent," she said, not at all put out by that idea. "But wouldn't you feel... I don't know... Like you didn't have a home?"
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Post by Rochester on May 5, 2009 15:03:39 GMT -5
*Rochester gave a flippant shrug.*
"It isn't like I haven't traveled, darling." *He assured her.* "Lengthy stretches too." *He added preemptively. He tried to sound sure, even though he wasn't sure about it. There had always been a home to return to in the end.*
"And if we find it ill-suiting, we can always fuss over a place of our own later."
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Post by Shadi on May 5, 2009 16:05:28 GMT -5
This made her think of things she didn't really want to. Like the fact that Rochester was from England, that he might want to go back there one day, that he might not take her. That she might not like it, if he did.
"I haven't traveled at all," she said, thoughtfully, not sure how she felt about that. She looked back up at him. "I'll do whatever you want," she said. "I've been living in a tent. Anything's going to be nicer than that."
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Post by Rochester on May 8, 2009 13:15:41 GMT -5
*But she had fled from his bed to that tent. And that was not beyond Rochester. Still, he held his tongue, stroking her cheek softly.*
"They say home is where the heart is. I can't imagine we'll have too terrible a time."
*His smile was genuine, full of faith even if it was a bit small. This would work. It had to.*
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Post by Shadi on May 8, 2009 13:46:29 GMT -5
This thought did not occur to her, for in Shadi's mind, even if she knew she'd done wrong, at the time she had not at all been fleeing from Rochester's bed. She had not chosen the tent over him. She'd chosen his freedom. The fact that she'd erroneously chosen for him did not alter that, for her.
"Of course not," she said, vowing it would be so. "We're rather incredible, after all."
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Post by Rochester on May 8, 2009 14:10:43 GMT -5
"Indeed." *Rochester concurred decisively.*
"And being so...we deserve the best." *He accented the point with a tight nod.*
"So tell me, darling. If you had your way, where would you like to spend tomorrow?"
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Post by Shadi on May 11, 2009 12:50:03 GMT -5
She tilted her head up at him, almost cautious, though the look in her eye was certain.
"With you," she said. "It doesn't matter where."
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Post by Rochester on May 11, 2009 13:47:29 GMT -5
*Rochester couldn't help a lighthearted chuckle. After all, it was the most perfect answer. He caressed her cheek softly.*
"That, my darling, is a certainty."
*His mind lit up, sorting through options as he settled back in the seat, cradling her too him as the carriage rocked on the uneven pavement.*
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Post by Shadi on May 11, 2009 13:56:26 GMT -5
She obliged, nesting against him contentedly though her brain whizzed around through possibilities and things she might have done and said and worries that it hadn't been enough. That it never would be.
Still, she would prevail. She had to.
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Post by Rochester on May 11, 2009 14:09:51 GMT -5
((I'm not sure where to go with this. I'm considering just taking them back to the hotel and assuming he picked up something chocolate on the way there, though we could certainly have a pastry stop in there, if you'd prefer.))
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Post by Erik on May 11, 2009 14:12:29 GMT -5
((I'm not sure we need to rp the pastry shop. I mean, unless they really have something to say, which... I'm at a loss, too.))
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Post by Rochester on May 11, 2009 14:40:59 GMT -5
((Kk, I'm on it.))
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Post by Nadir on May 18, 2009 14:34:54 GMT -5
Nadir sighed, shaking his head after Shadi had left.
He put away the food he'd been working with, getting fresh ice cubes to put into the ice pack for his jaw where she'd punched him, and a few more for a glass of fine scotch.
Draining the tumbler in a single go, he poured another generous glassfull and took it with him to his study, intending, for the first time in weeks, to get as drunk as he possibly could until he could no longer lift the liquor to his lips.
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