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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 21:41:30 GMT -5
*Adrienne rolled her eyes affectionately.* "English, petite."
*Evie rolled her own eyes back but repeated herself.*
"I am sorry zat I 'ad bean hrude." *She said, in a thick, but intelligible, accent.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 22:49:39 GMT -5
*Chuck smiled at the girl.*
"As they say: let bygones be bygones," *he said lightheartedly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 22:56:05 GMT -5
*Evie frowned and tugged on her mother's skirts, motioning for her to bend down. She did so, and Evie whispered (loud enough for Chuck to hear, though she didn't know it),*
"Qu'est-ce que c'est qu'un bygone?"
*Adrienne laughed and told her to go check on the barn cat's litter of kittens before dinner, which she promptly went to do, her governess following.*
((What's a bygone))
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 23:02:29 GMT -5
"How old is she?" *he asked as he watched her flutter off in her little dress. Only after did he realize that would almost definitely answer his question.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 23:04:46 GMT -5
"Three. And a half, she'd be sure to tell you."
*And only after Adrienne answered did she realize it was one more piece of the puzzle.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 23:37:12 GMT -5
"...Adrienne," *he began slowly but couldn't bring himself to actually put it all to words.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 23:41:42 GMT -5
"I think I know what you're about to ask." *She sat down on the chaise provided for listeners, resting her forehead in one hand.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 23:45:19 GMT -5
*Chuck remained standing.*
"She looks nothing like him," *he said plainly, afraid that if he didn't resolve to be stoic, he would do something rash.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 23:48:40 GMT -5
"That's because all evidence would point to her not being his daughter at all."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 19, 2009 19:22:51 GMT -5
*He said nothing for a long while. What was there to say? He stood there feeling sick... at himself. Now more than ever, he felt like a coward.*
"I'm sorry," *he finally said.* "For running..."
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 19, 2009 21:20:21 GMT -5
*Embarrassing tears were lurking behind her eyes, making them ache as she blinked to keep them dry. This failed, and she furiously wiped the few that had escaped. She sighed shakily, looking up at him.*
"It's... not all your fault. I was stubborn enough to get married and subsequently not inform you that you had a daughter; I'd say that counts for something."
*The truth was that as angry as he made her, she would always forgive him. But she couldn't say that, so this would have to do.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 20, 2009 18:48:46 GMT -5
*She couldn't hide the tears from him. And before he knew what he was doing, he was pulling her into an embrace. He couldn't speak anymore.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 20, 2009 18:53:42 GMT -5
*She tucked her head against his chest and let out one sob before biting her knuckle.*
"I hate crying." *She said vehemently. It made her think of the night the carriage crashed, and the day her mother woke up. After a moment she pulled away, wiping at her eyes again.* "We'll drive each other mad yet." *She sighed.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 20, 2009 20:08:02 GMT -5
"I'd rather be mad with you than sane alone," *he said quietly... and meant it.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 20, 2009 20:15:44 GMT -5
*She looked up at him.*
"I can't go through another sporadic soap-opera, Chuck."
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