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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:18 am
The Duchess smiled. Clearly, Terryn was not usually a bringer of joy in her father's life, or in Serina's, for that matter, and it delighted her that the earl was so glad now.
"I think he wouldn't have been more shocked if we were carrying an infant with us when we came in," remarked Marcus, unable to help smiling at the Earl's sheer wonder.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:21 am
Terryn rolled her eyes, still grinning. "If we were, I believe my father would die of cardiac arrest right then and there. Poor man." She placced the flower into the glass vase and held it out in front of her, the dim candlelight of the room, casting a sparkle through the crystal. "Lovely."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:28 am
"Very much." Marcus glanced behind him to the sitting room. "Let's take pity on your father and step into the sitting room now."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:30 am
"Oh but it is so much fun." Terryn chuckled as she looked down at her flower. "Let us bring this into my room first, then we will return. I believe my father needs one more fright before he will be content with me." Of course, she had no intention of letting Marcus in her room, as that was her own spot, but she had no problem with him standing outside the door and waiting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:46 am
Marcus smiled and followed Terryn up to her bedroom when she suddenly stopped at the doorway. "Go on."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:26 am
"You wait." Terryn opened the door just a crack and slid inside, taking a moment to light a few candles to aid her. The only other light was the weak moon that shone in through her slim windows. Looking for a place to put the rose, she decided to let it stay on her bedside table. She acted quickly, to ensure that Marcus wouldn't get curious and end up wandering in, and exited, slipping through the door in the same fashion she had entered.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:24 pm
Marcus was puzzled. Girls tended to be shy about a man in their quarters, but Marcus was certain that it was not shyness that prevented him from entering Terryn's room. "Is that where you store the bodies?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:27 pm
"Only the ones I am saving to eat." Terryn licked her lips and gave her a suggestive little look, almost manic in nature that was enough to show that maybe she was tellling the truth. Without another word, she slowly descending the spiral stone steps back to the main floor.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:38 pm
Marcus rolled his eyes, knowing Terryn a bit too well by now, and followed her down the staircase, and into the sitting room, where he took a seat on a large bench that he largely suspected was left empty for the two of them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:46 pm
Terryn sat next to him, of course, and looked at her lap, for fear that eyeing her father directly would cause her to burst into laughter. She had a feeling that the expression on his face was a priceless one, confusion and joy mixed together in an unsure little fashion that made it oh so obvious that she was doing an excellent job tricking them into believing what she had been hoping.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:05 pm
The Duchess, however, sat regally, smiling thinly at how everything seemed to be going according to plan. "Terryn. I trust that you will be attending the DuBois's banquet, next week?" she said, her practiced smile never wavering.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:24 pm
Terryn's eyes flickered up. "I...I was not aware they were hosting one." She glanced at her father, who only shrugged in return, apparently having no clue either. "Well, I suppose if you and Marcus will be attending, I may make an appearance, if of course, my father is up to it." But by the looks of his face, he was.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:22 pm
OOC: Skip to later? Like the evening of the banquet?
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:30 pm
OOC: What does my gangsta homeslice wish?
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