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Sept 29, 2008 21:24:46 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 21:24:46 GMT -5
*It wasn't long after Nicolas's return that Adrienne realized, quite suddenly, that this girl he'd been carrying on with... it was not as platonic as he insisted. It was... in fact it was not platonic at all. Anyone could see in his face that he was falling in love with the girl.*
*Adi knew that she herself would never have children. She'd never even get married. So it was up to Nicolas to continue the family bloodlines... and marrying an English peasant wasn't going to do it. He had to marry someone of birth and breeding, of class and quality and possibly wealth, though that wasn't an object for the heir to the Enjolras title and money.*
*So it was quite simple. She told her father, always willing to take her advice, that Nicki was in want of a profession. A few words to steer his thoughts in the right direction and Enjolras was entirely supportive of sending Nicki off to join the navy--just until Adrienne could sort out this... issue with the girl. Just long enough to stop it before it started.*
*Enjolas himself broke the news to Nicki, who upon hearing it couldn't even consider fighting back. The father he so admired, who he so wanted to notice and be proud of him, was asking something of him. And though it was something that would be hard, near unbearably so... it wasn't forever, was it? He could make it. He had to.*
*So after his father left the library, he sat on the chair, staring ahead of himself into space and contemplating what he'd just agreed to.*
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Sept 29, 2008 21:31:35 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 21:31:35 GMT -5
*Blissfully unaware of the storm that was brewing within the Enjolras household, Iris happily jumped up to the front step of said household and banged on the door, completely ignoring the bell. She had taught herself to read an entire page in French and couldn’t wait to show Nicolas.*
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Sept 29, 2008 21:34:55 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 29, 2008 21:34:55 GMT -5
*The butler opened and led her to Nicki, used to if not pleased by her presence. Nicki sat, unseeing, in a chair, looking lost and alone in a way that was completely uncharacteristic of him.*
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Sept 29, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 29, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
*Iris entered the room expecting to be immediately tackled by an exuberant Nicolas, as was customary for her visits. She was shocked to instead see her dear friend slumped miserably in a chair. The sight was not only unfamiliar, but extremely unsettling.*
“Nicolas?” *She ventured. Iris hurriedly crossed the room and perched herself on the arm of Nicolas’ seat. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to get a better look of him.*
“You look as if someone had cancelled Christmas. Or did you spend they day being paraded around for unmarried ladies in masks of powder to inspect, is that it?” *Iris asked, trying to lift his mood.*
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Sept 30, 2008 9:08:58 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 9:08:58 GMT -5
*He smiled a little, looking up at her for a second but then his face fell again.*
"I... am being sent off." *He said, a little incredulously.* "My father just informed me that I've been enlisted in the Navy. My ship leaves next week for some god-forsaken island in the Caribbean."
*He stared forward still, completely unable to process this. It was as if he was reading lines in a play--not real.*
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Sept 30, 2008 17:38:03 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 30, 2008 17:38:03 GMT -5
*Iris moved in front of the boy and grabbed hold of his hands. *
“Please, Nicolas, look at me. I can’t talk to you if you won’t look at me.”
*Thousands of questions flooded Iris’ mind, but she was only able to voice one.*
“Why?”
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Sept 30, 2008 17:42:18 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 17:42:18 GMT -5
"I... I don't know. Something about family honor, how I needed a purpose..." *He trailed off, and looked up at her forlornly.* "What in God's name am I supposed to do on a boat, thousands of miles away?"
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Sept 30, 2008 17:45:33 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 30, 2008 17:45:33 GMT -5
“Why are you asking me? I am just as confused as you are!”
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Sept 30, 2008 17:46:24 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 17:46:24 GMT -5
"It was rhetorical!" *He snapped half-heartedly.*
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Sept 30, 2008 17:48:04 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 30, 2008 17:48:04 GMT -5
“I don’t care! It still doesn’t make any sense.”
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Sept 30, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -5
*He ran his fingers through his hair, a classic sign he was distressed. He ended up looking at the floor.*
"I'm being shipped off." *He repeated, sounding like he had no idea what was going on.*
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Sept 30, 2008 17:55:34 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 30, 2008 17:55:34 GMT -5
*Iris could only stare at him with a look of utter despair. She had been through so many disastrous times herself, but she had no answer for her friend. No word of comfort could possibly settle him during such an hour. She wrapped her arms around Nicolas and held him close to her, hoping it would offer something.*
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Sept 30, 2008 17:56:39 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 17:56:39 GMT -5
*He stiffened for a second, ready to shy away from contact, but eventually just let himself be held.*
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Sept 30, 2008 17:58:18 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 30, 2008 17:58:18 GMT -5
“Your father didn’t even consult with you.” *It was a statement, not a question.*
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Sept 30, 2008 18:01:30 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 30, 2008 18:01:30 GMT -5
"No." *He said simply.* "He didn't. But he's my father; I can't alienate him by refusing."
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