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 Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:20 pm
m i s s Rieux wasn't sure if I was suppose to reply here. Abagail Bennett● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abagail Bennett but she goes by the name of Abby walked in the house that she will be living with her new husband. Everything was changing fast and she didn't like it as change has to go at a slow rate for her not out of the blu and get married to man she only met once. Abby used her slender finger to trace the tables and chairs as all of this will be hers. She didn't understand about the marriage nor did she need anymore servants and hoeses, she just simply wanted to fall in love, settle down, and have children that she can spoiled with love. Being a human wasn't rare so she was nothing special besides being a dutchess. Abby walked along the pearl white marble floor as her heels echoed in the grand hall that lead her to a room that had a beautiful panting on it. She looked up and twirled as she looked at the paint as it grasped the beauty of angels. Her white dress lightly twirled up as her flowered headband stayed in place, holding her natural red hair. Her mother onced told her it was her hair that made her special and her honey brown eyes would bring any man to his knees but she only thought she was joking but here she is turning as she looked up at the painting that most likely would attract others to her house. Abagail shook her head as she became dizzy but out the corner of her eyes she say something beautiful. She walked into another room and saw a piano that beckoned her to touch. Her heart pounded as she touched one of the keys and made a sweet music note. She sat down and started to glide her hands gently on the keys as she started to sing a song.[link]╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:21 pm
Jacq Lemarr walked into the new, fully furnished apartment with his new wife. She went into the parlour and did something with the piano. It was simple, he thought, but at least she had a decent voice. Jacq came from a long line of politicians and lawyers and, despite his surname that was derived from a nickname for "love," he did not care much for it. But, he was married now, a second time, and his wife seemed happy in her wedding dress, still, and her vibrant red hair - a little too red to his taste. The apartment was full of her things. Not that she brought much of her own possessions, but it was furnished in an unnecessary elaborate style to please her. He preferred things to be simple and practical, except when it came to music and art. It was not that he did not like the maiden. Only, marrying was not his idea of being successful. It was his father's. His old man fervently recommended her and, to shut him up, Jacq asked her parents. They consented and the two young adults spent a few days together, attempting at something that might represent love, or affection, or whatever it was supposed to be. He sat himself down on the piano bench beside her and patiently awaited the ending before taking up the keys. "Play with me," he said in a low, semi-whispered (somewhat hoarse as though from grief or passion, but with a pleasurable and light countenance) vocal tone that was very characteristic of him. "Place your hands here," he gently took her hand and showed her where to play and how to start. He allowed her the intro, and then started with a progressively passionate theme [link]. It was the only easy piece he knew how to play and he did not want to cause her any discomfort by demanding too much. He would teach her, he decided, and through their sessions he might come to feel more for her than mere toleration. He looked at her and smiled, adjusting his glasses.
"Listen," he started, feeling a little awkward. "We don't have to follow tradition. We could have our wedding night whenever you're ready. I'm a patient man," he promised before standing up and lighting a cigarette to calm himself, wishing that she would dislike him and run from him. This was his second marriage after all, and he wondered when she would dare to inquire after this. It was a long story to explain and he was not fond of having to do so, but knew it would be inevitable at some point.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:32 pm
Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abagail was oblivious to her surroundings when it comes to singing and playing the piano but soon after her song ended, she felt her husband presence as she can smell his spice and musk on his smooth skin. She became nervous and awkward as he asked her to play with him. She smiled as she felt his hands guide hers to the keys as she did her best to play the notes he touched. It was less awkward when they did this but anything else it would be akward. She hardly knew the man and was more shocked her parents agreed to the marriage. Abagail was going to do her best to try to make it work, the only problen was, she's not a nosy person or a gossip type so she respected her husband privacy. She looked at him as she felt the heat rise from her cheeks when he talked about the tradition of the wedding night and was grateful that they didn't do anything that night. "Thank you." She hesitated for a moment as she bit her bottom lip, comtaplating to ask questions. "What books do you like to read? I noticed that you have tones of them but I was to shy to see what kind they are." ╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:33 pm
What books... "Don't be shy, my dear. We are one and there will be no secrets between us." The smoke swirled from his lips as he spoke and, when he finished, the rest was blown out through his nose. His tone of voice, however, held an air of authority that would not tolerate being reckoned with. "I mostly read the economic papers and The Royal Times. As for books, it is wise for me to keep track of the new ideas writers bestow upon their audiences - my audiences, as well as all philosophies of the classical and modern eras as many people still follow and recommend them. I rarely read for leisure, if you may call it so. There is no time in my life for pleasures beyond work." The latter was more a warning than a bitter statement. "What volumes and novels do you enjoy?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:34 pm
Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abagail wrinkled her nose as he blew the smoke. "I wish you didn't smoke. Its bad for your health at least that is what I read in one of my books. I suppose well... Its silly." She chuckled. "I am shy to say but I like to read about the human anatomy. It fascinates me but of course my father never allowed me near any clinics or such he says its for men. Although he did give me old books about it. I also read girly novels like romance, adventure, and sometimes literature." She smiled so gently. "You must be a fearsome to behold if you work so much instead of at lest trying to relax. I ad.it I do my best to keep up with politics as I wouldn't want to slander your name my good sir. Don't want others to think you married a twit who has no clue what's going on in the world, but of course I don't care what people say about me. It's you I wouldn't want to bring down." That was one of her fears, to make him look bad.╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:35 pm
I wish you didn't smoke... He stared at her blankly and took another drag. "Does the smell bother you?" He had no intention of quitting any of his habits. She was not going to change *him*, but he wasn't going to tell her upfront that she was only an addition to his status and nothing more. He nodded at her choice of novels. It was expected. "If it pleases you, you may open your own private clinic. There is another room, besides the one set out as my study, that you can use as an office. I will provide you with the means, but unfortunately I cannot help you with staff or mentors. I'm sure you'll understand." Women, in Avezé, were not typically allowed to be ambitious as to own their own businesses, to delve into the sciences or to even be in the company of other men without their husbands, brothers or fathers. The few women who did so were shunned, feared and/or harassed. "I will then recommend you as a children doctor. However, this will have to be a charity project." His face suddenly lit up with almost child-like enthusiasm. "Abby, you're a genius! I'm so glad I married you!" He kissed her on the forehead and enthusiastically ruffled through some of his pages and books, looking for a blank sheet of paper. Once he found this, he scribbled something on it with a fine, golden-tipped calligraphy pen, folded it and placed it in a folder along with his other ideas. He leaned against his desk and grinned at her sheepishly while taking the last drag from the cigarette before he crushed it against the ash tray. "My dear little wife," he laughed - in all good spirits. "A twit is a pregnant goldfish, and although your hair is vibrant, your movements fluid and you are the loveliest pet, you are not by any means a fish. It is not my name that you have to concern yourself with, but *ours*. We are a team. They say behind every great man is an even greater woman, and I plan to haul you up there with me. Take care of your own reputation as much as you would mine, for they reflect upon one another and grow in parallel." He laughed some more before sobering a little. "Leave the politics to me, my dear. It is best; safer for you not to get directly involved." He grinned at her proudly - proud that he had caught such a clever and amiable little goldfish.
"My mother will visit you tomorrow and explain everything." He offered her a reassuring smile.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 11:36 pm
Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗"No I don't like the smell of smoke but if you don't want to stop then all I ask is that you don't smoke around me if that is possible. " Abigail stood up as she opened a window so the smoke can get out of the place. When the subject had change and Abigail was about to answer his question but she didn't get the chance as her husband moon changed in a split second. She was confused on what had happened except for the fact that he was going to help with the small hospital for her. She looked at him a little startled, "Your mother is coming?" She was not ready for this even though she only met her once and that was at their wedding.╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 2:55 am
He made a mental note of her dislike for the smell of smoke and seemed a little sad about it. "I don't usually smoke cigarettes. I had someone who made cigarettes for me out of magic. Those didn't smell at all like tobacco." He mentioned the magi as though he or she was no longer among the living. Nevertheless, it was not common that a civilian, even a duke, would know a magi personally. "Yes, my mother is visiting you tomorrow. I will be out," he smiled, as though he had a surprise for her before continuing. "She will help you get settled into the wedded life, describing what will be expected of you as a duchess, and so on." He hesitated for a moment. "You are alright with her visiting, right? She's a lady of a gentle temper. I'm sure you'll get along well."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:39 am
Genrin619 June 6th and Happy Birthday Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abagail was a little agitated when he mentioned what her role should be. She masked her emotion of hate for that as she never likes how women was looked upon but she kept that to herself. Her whole demeanor turned into nervousness and when he said he will be put made her even more nervous. What happened if his mother didn't like her? Abby shook the thought away as she gave her husband a loving smile. "No not at all. I'll be on my beat behavior and make sure I don't disappoint her." Deep in her heart she had a secret that she must tell her. Her parents reminded her of that secret and now it was time to come clean about it. She just knew her husband will have a shock of his life.╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:59 am
He smiled, satisfied. "I am certain she will simply adore you. It's getting late. We should turn in. We have seperate bedrooms," he said in a soothing manner. "Yours is through that door." He gestured to the door. "I'm sorry to leave you this early, my dove, but I have a rather busy day tomorrow and I'd like to get a full portion of rest before it dawns." He pressed his lips to her temple, lightly and gently so that she would not feel trapped, and went to his room. "Good night."
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The next morning, he woke up well before she did. Warm, breakfast aromas, with a charming black tea, wafted in through the gaps around her bedroom door accompanied by a heartfelt melody played softly on the piano [link]. Jacq was at the piano and an elderly woman was seated near him. She wore a black veil and a dark navy dress. Her brown fur coat, or charlie of sorts, was folded neatly on her lap. She was leaning back into the chair, listening to the music with her eyes closed, yet her presence was elegant and affectionate toward her son.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:18 am
Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abagail woke to the birds chirping out her window. The smell of food and the soothing song her husband was playing was intoxicating as a few servants walked in and helped her dress. It was rare that she let her hair fall freely from her hair as they pinned it up and made sure no hair fell from their spots. She picked a simple white dress as she gave a smile of remembering her husband lips on her forehead when they said good night. It was an odd feeling g to be kissed and be touched by a stranger as Abigail walked out with shoulders squared and her hair held high. Her stomach turned into knots as she saw her husband playing g and next to him was an elegant elderly woman. All traces of her youth was gone but her faced still looked youthfull. Abigail didn't want to interrupt but she didn't want her husband to be late either. "Good morning." She called as she walked in and gave a gentle bow and then kissed her husband on the cheek. She thought it would at least be the respect thing to do.╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:31 am
“Morning,” Jacq smiled softly at her. He stood and cordially introduced her to his mother. “Mother, this is my wife, Abigail.” The woman looked her over from where she sat and then extended a hand, covered in a long silk glove, for Abby to hold as a greeting.
“It is very nice to finally meet you,” she said warmly, though something in her eyes seemed a little sorry. No doubt she was weighing Abby up to Jacq’s previous wife, but she hid this well as not to stress the child. “You and I, my dear, will be painting the town red today.”
“Oh, please do be careful, mother,” Jacq protested, concern colouring his features.
“Don’t be such a baby, Jacq, we can handle ourselves, now can’t we, mademoiselle?” She winked at Abby and gave a low, elegant chuckle. She stood and pulled her fur coat over her shoulders. “Please get the lady something warm to wear,” she requested from a servant nearby. He bowed in respect and left, coming back with a dark gray satin bolero that accentuated her vibrant hair and contrasted charmingly with her dress.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:56 am
Abagail Lemarr● Dutchess ● ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╔══════════════════════════════♪♫♪♫══════════════════════════════╗Abigail took her gloved hand and brushed a kiss on her knuckles to show respect to her. "The pleasure is all mine My Lady." Abigail gave a chuckled her husband protest. "Fear not my husband but we can handle ourselves I promise you." Abigail happily excepted the coat and smiled at the servant. "Thank you." She then looked at her husband. "Dear, shouldn't you be off to start your day? I wouldn't want you to be late for the business you have to attend to."╚═════════════════════════════♫♪♫♪═══════════════════════════════╝ＯＯＣ - w/e
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 5:05 am
“Yes, sweet business,” he laughed. He snatched up a coat and a leather messenger bag and held the door open for them. His mother took Abigail’s hand and folded it around her arm, guiding her out of the apartment. “Don’t come home before late noon,” his mother warned. He nodded and kissed her on the cheek, bidding her and his wife farewell. The lady waited for him to leave their sights before she addressed her companion.
“You bring the child out in him, my dear,” she complimented with an affectionate longing. “He is probably unaware, but cherish him well and he will be very good to you.” She led Abigail down the street. It was quiet and a little chilly in the morning hours, but it was spring and the florist shops were opening early. “Please call me Madame Sylvie, dear, and do tell me more about yourself.”
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