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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Feb 1, 2013 3:06:10 GMT -5
Snow! Oh so much snow everywhere! It was Gustave’s favorite part of the winter season… other than Christmas, that is. But right now, he was very excited to go out and play with his mother in the snow. He was all bundled up from head to toe and looked almost like a little Inuit. He had on little black mittens and a brightly colored hat with a poufy pompom on top of it. A green striped scarf covered his neck, and his covered hands were barely visible past the slightly-too-long sleeves of his jacket.
He sat, swinging his feet, waiting impatiently for his mother to say that they could finally go down and out to play. “May we go yet, mother? May we please? I want to build a man, all out of snow!” The boys wide smile and bright eyes followed his mother’s every motion as he eagerly awaited her answer. “Will you help me, mother? Will you?”
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Post by ladybarbossa on Feb 3, 2013 0:53:34 GMT -5
Bundled up herself and striding back towards Gustave now wearing a long wool green suit with off white gloves, hat and scarf. Her eyes shift up from adjusting the fingers of her gloves to her son, she smiled warmly at the little boy. She adored her son so much. What joy he brought her was completely never ending and she thanked God every day for the little miracle. A little miracle that also held a little secret that she kept to herself and only told one person whom so far was keeping that secret safe.
With a bold smile, "Yes, Gustave. I will help you make a man out of snow," and held her white gloved hand out to her son as she came up along side him. "Come on." Keeping that pleasant grin upon her face, so eager to take the young boy outside to have some fun. She remembered some of those days where her father had done the same. And now, she can pass along that tradition with her own child.
Once she took hold of his hand, she led him through the corridors of the Manor and then outside where she let go of his hand to let him decided where they should go to build the man of snow. She was very curious to see what would come out of the boy's creativity.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Feb 6, 2013 4:41:46 GMT -5
The young boy beamed when his mother said that she would, indeed, help him to build a man out of snow. He really was excited to go outside and to play. Even though he didn’t have any children his own age to play with, his mother made a wonderful playmate! He didn’t mind the lack of other children so much, so long as she was around to keep him company.
When she told him that she was ready and took his little mitten-covered hand, he happily went with her outside and then immediately flew like a darting bullet toward one of the medium-sized drifts of snow, jumping into it in a fit of laughter. “What about here, mother? Would this be a good place to build him?”
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Post by ladybarbossa on Feb 8, 2013 17:38:38 GMT -5
The day was glorious even if it was a little chilly and snow covered. Luckily they were both bundled up enough to enjoy a winter's day such as this one, enough to make plenty more memories such as the snowman that Gustave wanted to create with his little hands assisted by her own.
There was a smile upon her face the whole time as she led her son outside. Letting go of the boy's hand as he took off, watching him in wonder. How innocent he was. Every time she watched him, how much she reminded him of herself when she was that age. But there were times she often wondered how much he was like his father - his biological father. Each day was a pure blessing being with Gustave. Those years she was never around her 'Angel' - having believed he was dead - she believed Gustave was the replacement. Always full of wonder, always inquisitive, eager to learn and she was willing and able to show him all the wonders of the world and even music. The boy was indeed a miracle! She would never underestimate him as she watched him leap into the snow causing her to laugh. What a laugh! What pure joy that moment and that little boy created! From time to time, she often wondered if Erik's own mother ever saw him as a miracle or as a boy or only saw him as something worthless. How could a mother dislike their own child? She could never understand it. Her eyes slightly watered at the thought of Erik's mother being so cruel and not adore him. And also at the little ache in her being of her little girl she lost years ago. Since then, she could never have another child despite how much she wanted more. Perhaps Fate would never allow it and she resigned herself to that. Until recently when she had the desire again for another child. She wanted nothing more than her son to be with her again. When that happened, her Husband was there, her 'Angel'... and another version of him... She felt whole and yet... still not complete.
Laughing still as she clasped her hands together and moved towards Gustave with a grin while still laughing, "It will be a perfect place, Gustave," she replied warmly and sprightly. Glancing about and nodded as though she were a Surveyor, "I think we have enough snow. Unless," she said with an excited dramatic hiss as she leaned closer towards him with widening eyes,"... you want more snow to make a very BIG snowman!" and grinned again. "What do you think, Gustave?"
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Feb 14, 2013 2:25:28 GMT -5
The boy flopped over into the snow, rolling onto his back before spreading his arms and legs around, moving them back and forth to create a snow angel. Oh how he loved the winter! The world was so beautiful all covered in the white. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to be out in the middle on the night like this, on a new moon, when the black of night settled upon the white of winter. How beautiful they must be together…
He was laughing and rolling, waiting for his mother to answer his question about whether the spot would be good for building a snowman. Either way, he still quite liked it. It was a good spot. When his mother answered him though, Gustave stopped rolling and sat up, giving a huge gasp. “Oh, yes! Yes, mother! The biggest! Can we? May we please?” he asked eagerly, dragging out the last words and clasping his mitten-covered hands together as he begged.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Feb 17, 2013 14:29:45 GMT -5
Her countenance reflected the sublime joy in such a pure moment enjoyed with her son. Donned with a warm smile while her hazel eyes watched the boy create an angel in the snow. It almost caught her breath causing her to think of her 'Angel of Music'. Haunted forever by him and now she knew the cost but it was worth it all for priceless moments like this one!
A gentle snicker escaped her lips as they curled to reveal a grin.
Abandoning all thought of propriety and etiquette of a Vicomtesse, she fell back into the snow near her son to lay there a moment before she rolled over to face her little miracle with a smile. "Of course, Gustave. We will need to gather as much snow as we can to make the biggest snow man anyone has ever seen!" Her visage reflected the dramatic voice to inspire the boy to create something so magnificent that everyone in the Manor will see the large snowman that mother and son had created! No doubt the boy will be proud of his accomplishment enough to show it to anyone.
Curious to see what this innocent venture will look like!
"Let's put him together, shall we?" sitting up to twist about a moment to ball up a little snow then faced her son, still smiling, "Then... we can dress him up! What do you think, Gustave?"
Getting up and dusted herself off, holding out her hand to the boy with that ever present smile, "Come! Let's go find something to help us gather as much snow as possible." And again being a little dramatic to inspire her son.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Mar 8, 2013 5:16:12 GMT -5
Gustave was already having a great deal of fun out there, playing in the snow with his mother, even if they had not yet started on the construction of their snowman. He was a child, after all, and who better than a child to be able to enjoy and appreciate the simple wonders that life had to offer?
He was very excited though, to be able to start the snowman. He sounded as if he would be very grand indeed from the way that his mother described how it would be the biggest snowman that anyone had ever seen. Oh, surely it would be the most splendid and beautiful snowman ever created! After all, he had his mother there to assist him in the project.
“Oh! That sounds like great fun, mother!” the boy exclaimed joyously. He took his mother’s hand with a childish swing and a skip. “Yes, mother,” he said when she told him to come and to help find something that would aid them in gathering up as much snow as was possible.
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