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Post by ladybarbossa on Aug 24, 2012 22:30:01 GMT -5
Her hazel blue eyes followed Edouard as he left the room. A bit concerned about Christophe and Lenoir. So tired of their constant feud. Once all the men were out of sight, she turned her sights to Charles. "Monsieur Dalimar," Her tone was deep and soft, almost grave. "What is going on here?" Her eyes were filled with a wild mixture of fear, concern, bewilderment, and demand for an explanation. What ever it was that was occurring in this Manor she hoped to learn and get the answers from the man who owned it.
Hearing a slight scuffle and her sights shifted from Dalimar to the doorway for a moment with a slight appearance of concern wondering what was happening. She inhaled and sighed before turning her gaze back to Charles. She had to know. That encounter with that evil Priest, with... HIM... she had to know.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Aug 31, 2012 16:20:38 GMT -5
Edouard, trying to break up the fight between Lenoir and Christophe, had gotten in the way of Christophe's fist. He felt the blow and then nothing. Everything went black. Then in an instant, it seemed, but it really was several minutes, Edouard became conscious. His head hurt immensely and his first thought was that it must be a hangover But when he opened his eyes , he saw Lenoir bending over him and saying not to bring the smelling salts, for Edouard was coming round.
Edouard recoiled a bit when he saw Lenoir's face that close to him and the man backed off. He remembered now that he had been hit in the face. He wasn't sure who had hit him, Lenoir or Christophe but whoever did it, it hurt like hell. He reached up to rub his forehead. He opened his eyes and glanced from Lenoir to Christophe. "Are the two of you about ready to stop fighting? There is a lady preset and she is ill and she also happens to be my wife!" He noticed Lenoir had a bruised cheek and some cuts on his face and he suspected Christophe would also be bruised, even thought he couldn't see him from where he was laying on the couch.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Oct 23, 2012 12:04:57 GMT -5
There was always more question than answers. Perhaps someday she will get them but for now, her attention shifted to the men who had come to her bedside and now were out in her suite's sitting room. She could hear it all and sighed. "Oh, must they all fight," she didn't realize she said and believed it was mere thoughts. But she heard it in her ears almost distantly, it was apparent that she spoke it more to herself.
"ERIK! RAOUL!" she called out to the men, knowing all either bore then name of Raoul or Erik. Wanting them at her bedside once again. Hoping to at least ease their frustrations... somehow.
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 23, 2012 18:35:13 GMT -5
After checking to see that Edouard was coming to, Erik went in the bedroom to see Emilie at the sound of her call. He touched his left cheek which was slightly bloody and winced when he touched the flesh under his left eye. Christophe had hit him quite hard in the eye and he would be flaunting lovely colours on the morrow. But then again, so would Chrisophe, who had taken a few of Lenoir's fisticuffs to the face. It was anyone's guess as to exactly what exactly happened to Edouard. Erik was quite sure that Christophe had bloodied his face and knocked him senseless.
Erik didn't really care a rip about Edouard, except in the sense that Emilie loved and cared about her husband. He was rather jealous of the man, whom he did not think deserved such a fine woman as Emilie. But he kept up the pretense that he liked Edouard, for outward appearances. And the older de Chagny wasn't a terribly bad sort, Erik had fought Destler along side him and was amazed at his bravery. Perhaps in another situation the two could have been friends.
Erik was not really fond of fighting, although with his volatile temper, which he tried to keep under control but it was hard around Christophe, he often was at odds with the younger man. The younger de Chagny's hubris was excruciating sometimes.
Erik entered the bedroom and pulled a chair over to the bed and spoke to Emilie. "Your husband is fine, de Chagny gave him a rather hard blow on the head when he tried to stop our little disagreement. He is lying on the settee, recovering his wits." Erik wanted very much to take her hand and pull her to him and kiss her, but there were too many people here and undoubtedly it would start another fight. And there was time enough for that later.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Oct 23, 2012 22:50:03 GMT -5
Laying in bed as she shifted in an attempt to sit up a little better but was quite difficult. Her strength had not fully returned and it left her a little resigned to simply lay there. Still the color was not quite in her, more pale and ashen than flushed or pinkish.
Her glassy, distant eyes shifted to see Lenoir enter her room and smiled weakly with a little brightening of her visage. She began to reach her hand out to Lenoir but halted upon the confusing mention of the altercation. Furrowing her brow weakly as it took a moment for her to comprehend what he said. After it all sorted out in her head, she closed her eyes and sighed heavily then slowly rocked her head. "When will it end," she said more to herself but no doubt Lenoir could hear it. She now looked rather saddened, albeit weakly. She loved them all and loathed their battling.
Reaching out once again to Lenoir as she turned her head to face him and opened her glassy eyes to look at him. "Oh, Lenoir." her voice was rather sad matching her face and eyes with a hint of disappointment. She wanted to say more but found it was difficult to even voice her disapproval of the men's actions. All of them. "Why... must you all... do ... this?" She looked so pained at the fact they fought. There was no good reason to fight really, even if it was about her.
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