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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 18, 2011 20:16:54 GMT -5
She smiled as she repeated the name of her hometown that I've yet to actually find a real one or make a name up for "-Otets and his otets had it built in 1840 and it was finished when older sister, the one I am telling you that passed, was born. We are about two miles from sea, I used to play at the beach every day."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 19, 2011 0:12:42 GMT -5
"I was raised at the Chateau Enjolras in the Loire," he admitted. "It's a huge, grand old thing right on the river, all in grey stone with turrets and all. It was built centuries ago Adi prefers the Mont Epinguet, though--it's our smaller home in Normandy. It was built in 1750, right before the revolution, and it's all surrounded by hills and farmland. I'll probably just give it to her--what am I going to do with three houses?" He laughed at himself there, just because it was kind of ridiculous that he had three houses and he was only one person, and a bachelor under 30 at that. ((The Loire one is pretty much this one))
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 19, 2011 20:57:15 GMT -5
"Which one are you pre-fearing?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 19, 2011 23:15:04 GMT -5
"The Chateau Enjolras. It reminds me of my father."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 19, 2011 23:43:03 GMT -5
She smiled "I am reading of your father in the old newspapers at the library, he seemed like very brave man."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 19, 2011 23:51:53 GMT -5
"He... really was," Nicki agreed, though Gustave Enjolras had been hard to have as a father. As someone so devoted to a cause, he didn't really understand relationships. He had loved Nicki and Adi as best he could, though, and that counted for something.
"I fought in that second revolution, you know. The one that succeeded. I wanted to impress my father, to be as brave as he was, and I wound up getting shot." He said this laughingly.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 19, 2011 23:53:25 GMT -5
She smiled as he spoke, his voice full of memories she could never fully understand "But you fought and this is what is mattering yes?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 19, 2011 23:56:03 GMT -5
"I do have a very impressive scar," he conceded.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 20, 2011 0:01:49 GMT -5
"Oh would it be prudent to be asking to see it?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 20, 2011 0:03:05 GMT -5
"It's sort of high up on my thigh. Not the sort of thing I show off in society." He blushed a little bit, though his expression was mischievous.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 20, 2011 0:13:22 GMT -5
Maybe one day she blushed at the thought and looked down to the ground.
"So how about the wine?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 20, 2011 0:15:52 GMT -5
"Right!" He set to uncorking it. "Have the other girls been any less ridiculous," he asked lightly.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 20, 2011 0:18:53 GMT -5
"Oh no, it as if the cold is making them worse" she almost exclaimed "I was thinking maybe the spring was the worst. But the winter makes them huddle and hate so much more."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Jan 20, 2011 0:20:50 GMT -5
"Well, they're blind not to see what I do."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Jan 20, 2011 0:21:33 GMT -5
She looked up and gave a little smirk "You are such the charmer."
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