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Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 23:13:14 GMT -5
“That’s no surprise; everyone wants to feel valuable. But pregnancy is a very dangerous thing. She should be resting.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 23:14:25 GMT -5
"At six months? Her duties are far from strenuous, and I'm sure her husband looks out for her. Did you see the way he looks at her?"
*It was utter adoration, and anyone with half a mind could see it.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 23:19:13 GMT -5
“I’m sure he does! But nevertheless – ”
*Iris’ voice quieted.*
“It's how my stepsister’s mother died. She and the baby were both lost.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 23:20:46 GMT -5
*He gently squeezed her hand.*
"I promise you, if I were in any way concerned for Rose she'd be off her feet and resting in their cottage in an instant. I've known her since we were both infants; she means almost as much to me as my sister does."
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Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 23:22:29 GMT -5
“You must miss her when you go back to Paris. Along with everyone else.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 23:23:46 GMT -5
*He smiled a little as they came to the back door of the house.*
"I always miss them, but then again I always know I'll come back." *He said, before Rose greeted them at the door and Nicki began shucking off outer layers and his boots.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 20:36:13 GMT -5
~TIMESKIP~
* Iris and Nicolas spent the next six days in a similar fashion. They created their own world within the hills and the halls of the chateau; playing like children by day and reading to each other by the fireplace in the evenings. It was the safe haven that they had both been desperately searching for. Together, they were happy.*
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 20:39:06 GMT -5
*And at Christmas, there were a few small presents from him--just books and art supplies--but nothing exemplary. And before they knew it the sojourn was over and they were in the carriage on the way back, leaving the fairy-tale kingdom they'd made for the far less amusing real world.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 20:48:19 GMT -5
*Iris stared forlornly out the window until the chateau had disappeared from view. She turned away and nudged Nicolas across the carriage with her toe.*
“What are we supposed to do now? I’ll be useless to Master Grenouille, I’ve grown too lazy!”
*Iris closed her eyes, but continued to speak.*
“What sort of dastardly plans are you making, Nicolas?”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 20:49:48 GMT -5
"Only thinking how you look like a snow-fairy being taken away to the hottest tropics." *He observed.* "No dastardly plans whatever."
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Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 20:51:22 GMT -5
*Iris slowly lifted one eyelid.*
“A snow-fairy.” *She slowly and deliberately repeated. She opened her other eyelid.*
“A snow dog, maybe. But a fairy?”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 21:01:18 GMT -5
"Indeed, a fairy, Miss Fisher. An imp, a sprite, a fairy, an elf." *He said, without even opening his eyes.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 21:03:08 GMT -5
“When did you become so fascinated with magical creatures?”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 21:04:57 GMT -5
"Never you mind when, only know that I have a whole arsenal of compliments just waiting to assault you."
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Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 21:08:10 GMT -5
“I’m quite sure that I will never be able to understand the way you think, Nicolas.”
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