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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 22, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
*Rose took Iris's hand in both of hers and placed it somewhere on the upper part of her stomach, where the baby obligingly gave a sharp kick.*
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 16:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 22, 2008 16:57:49 GMT -5
Iris let out a happy laugh.
“It kicked!”
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 16:58:33 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 22, 2008 16:58:33 GMT -5
*Rose nodded, smiling before turning to have Iris follow her downstairs. There was cocoa and a warm fire waiting in the salon.*
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 17:02:09 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 22, 2008 17:02:09 GMT -5
Which was exactly what Iris needed after a long day of carriage riding. Rose and Iris entered the room to find that Nicolas was already there.
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 22, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -5
*Nicolas smiled and stood until she sat down. The winter light slanted in through the windows onto the oriental rug laid out over darkwood floor that matched the paneling that ran halfway up the walls. The rest of the wall was a deep burgundy. The fire blazed in a stone fireplace, casting away the chill from the overstuffed chaises and loveseats.*
"Cocoa?"
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 17:20:55 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 22, 2008 17:20:55 GMT -5
Iris surveyed the young man with a careful eye as she settled herself on a plump cushion. Despite his occasional teasing remarks, Nicolas had expressed no interest in settling down with anyone, least of all her. He always seemed to be having too much fun doing whatever he wanted.
Why in heaven’s name would Rose think that he had brought her here to ask her to marry him?
“That sounds wonderful. It’s been so long since I’ve had some.”
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 17:25:20 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 22, 2008 17:25:20 GMT -5
"Well I am of the opinion that Coralie makes the best cocoa in the entire universe, so you're in for a..."
*But the redhead herself interrupted, coming in from the kitchen with a tray, upon which rested an old silver chocolate pot and several china cups.* "Oh, don't go bragging about things to our guest; she'll be dissapointed!" *She said, blushing and setting the tray down before batting Nicki on the backside of the head.* "Silly boy makes even me blush." *Nicki just grinned. This was the woman who had practically raised him; he could be familiar around her. It wasn't like the staff in Paris at all.*
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Arrival
Sept 22, 2008 19:53:22 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 22, 2008 19:53:22 GMT -5
*Iris watched the two with pleasure* “He can be rather pleasant when he wants to be. I know it’s difficult for Nicolas to be serious about anything, Coralie, but I doubt he would be so cruel as to exaggerate the quality of your drinks.”
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Arrival
Sept 23, 2008 21:29:16 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 23, 2008 21:29:16 GMT -5
"You'll have to decide for yourself, dear; as for this scoundrel I'm sure he can be quite the most charming young buck in the world when he aims to be." *Said Coralie, smiling all the while before exiting.*
*Nicki poured a cup for himelf and Iris and promptly took a very large gulp of his. For someone with such large hands, he handled the small teacup quite delicately. His hands were, of course, large in a cultured way; they bore no callouses save those brought on by writing or gentlemanly sports, and the fingers were long in comparison to the palm.*
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Arrival
Sept 24, 2008 17:15:06 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 24, 2008 17:15:06 GMT -5
*Iris held her cup gently within her own hands. The china felt like it was fragile enough to shatter into a thousand pieces if she held on too tightly. She carefully took a small sip and relished the warmth of the drink as it made its way down her throat.*
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Arrival
Sept 24, 2008 17:19:40 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 24, 2008 17:19:40 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"Is the china cup really that scary? Because you look absolutely terrified." *He teased.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 14:20:16 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 14:20:16 GMT -5
“A cup is hardly terrifying. It’s a cup. What could it possibly do?”
*Iris examined the delicate object in her hands. It didn’t frighten her, but it did make her remember the china from the van den Meer household. It had been months, but she still could vividly remember her stepfamily’s home and everyone there, much to her displeasure. Guilt was the only sentiment accompanying those recollections.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 14:23:14 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 14:23:14 GMT -5
"Are you alright?" *He asked softly. Suddenly she'd gotten quiet.*
((OLD CHAT))
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 14:32:24 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 14:32:24 GMT -5
*Iris was brought out of her stupor and realized that she had been staring silently at her drink. She was not going to dwell on the past. It was not going to affect her.*
“Of course I’m fine. Not everyone has to talk constantly, Nicolas.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 14:33:13 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 14:33:13 GMT -5
*He frowned, not trusting her but unwilling to pursue the subject.*
"I trust your room is to your satisfaction?"
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