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| Catalina Faye | Nov 3 2010, 03:55 AM Post #21 |
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Simply put, Cat had not expected the greeting that she got from Brandin. It wasn't that she thought Brandin wouldn't be happy to see her, per say, but she was taken aback by the crack in what was normally his smooth, impassive expression. There was a lot there, and although it flashed by in what seemed like an instant, Cat picked it up. She watched the progression of emotions on his features, trying to catch them all, but they were gone underneath a smile a moment later. A smile. It wasn't as if Brandin never smiled around her, but there was something about his smile this time that seemed...different. This time he seemed more genuine, more...something. And when he hugged her, Cat couldn't help but feel an odd sense of relief that ran deeper than just knowing he was alive and well. It was a strange feeling, almost like her baby fluttering and moving inside of her, only this time it was not actual, physical movement. She returned his embrace, surprising herself at wishing it hadn't ended as quickly as it did and wondering if that had anything to do with the hormones as he addressed Jason. Then he turned back to her, explaining what was going on. So Logan had tried to kill Parker. Interesting. Her mind instantly set to work on processing that new data but, not exactly knowing what she was doing all she said aloud was, "I'd had a feeling you might have been back in time. I just...I didn't know why. What does this have to do with Logan wanting Parker dead?" |
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| Jason Lambert | Nov 9 2010, 10:33 PM Post #22 |
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For a moment, Jason just stood with Annie, watching their daughter's chest rise and fall in small, delicate breaths. She was beautiful. The amount of overwhelming love and protection he already felt for her was something that he'd only read about but had never experienced up until that moment. The only way to really describe it would be to pull from cliche books and movies, but there was a reason all of those standard descriptions existed. "No, she's not supposed to be here," Jason agreed. "And neither are you, and neither am I. That's why we're going to find a way to get back to where we belong, and both of you are going to be fine." He didn't care what he had to do; that was what was going to happen. He had never been the smartest or the best at magic, but at least he knew he was pretty good at Potions, if the fact that he could brew his own Wolfsbane was any indication, and obviously Catalina was pretty good with them, and they had other people there... They could do this. Where there was a will, there was always a way. "I'm sure that as far as feeding her, we can find something to do." After all, they had to have ways to feed babies back in this time when the mothers couldn't because even then, there were cases where mothers couldn't feed their children. In fact, a lot more women died of childbirth back then, so there would have to be a way. "But you're right. We do need a name." Hmm. He had thought of a few while Annie was missing, but with everything going on right now, they had all seemed to just fall out of his head. "Something strong but feminine at the same time?" Damn, he was wishing they had one of those baby name books right about now. "Maybe...um. What about Kristina?" he suggested. |
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| Rebecca Cowen | Nov 9 2010, 10:36 PM Post #23 |
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As Rowland moved closer to her, Rebecca's bottom lip--so recently quivering--stilled and she took a breath. She was searching his eyes, searching for the lie in his words. Why wouldn't he be mad? She had been lying to him since she had gotten there--one could even go so far as to say she'd used him, for they now were sitting in his house entrusting him with the secret that could cost all of them their lives. She didn't understand how he could be moving closer to her, how he could be saying that. Her widening eyes piercing his suddenly narrowed again, fluttering shut. He wasn't lying. He truly wasn't angry with her. Her tears stilled--she supposed out of pure shock--and a softer, incredulous smile spread across her lips. The worry and anxiety over being revealed as a liar clearly held no merit, and as those melted away she found herself laying her other hand on top of his as he continued to speak in her relief. She tried to push off her other worry--the rooms across from her were now silent, though no Brandin had emerged. She took that too mean Anastasia and her child had survived. They were still alive. They had to be. Her eyes fluttered from looking at their clasped hands back up to his--now shyly looking into his eyes back as she murmured in soft surprise, "I...feel the same way about having the chance to meet you." It was such an understatement that she didn't know how to continue, but he answered that with the question of his own. Sitting up straighter while she considered, Rebecca tilted her head, rubbing her eyes drier before retaking his hands. About the answer with a regretful 'no', an explanation that almost everything she had ever seen was ugly and unwanted-- she cut herself off mid-breath and reconsidered. The image of a wriggling golden fish in an exorbitant tapestry hit her mind's eye, with the accompanying clandestine meeting in an alcove. Shock now painted her own expression for a moment and the smile returned at once, and she nodded with her head tilted. "You know, I think I did." She was incredulous. "I was about to say no." She said honestly, a light pink tinge painting her cheek. Who wouldn't be embarrassed over the particular memory she was about to tell him, though? "But then I realized...a few months ago...I had another dream. It was interrupted, interrupted by the dream that would bring us here--I'd almost forgotten about it but...I...was hidden in the hallway in the manor. And you walked by and my hand shot out and I grabbed you and pulled you in and before you said anything, I--" Now she blushed a darker red, remembering the embrace, how her hand had covered his lips and she had been similarly muffled by the hand she now grasped. "Well, I--think it was Damocles we were hiding from; so when I saw you were going to speak and heard his footsteps, I..." She tilted her head, certain he'd seen her blush and she lifted her finger, laying it across his lips very gently, drawing in breath as she did so at the sudden touch and she withdrew her finger a moment later, hovering it in the air an inch from his lips with her eyes locked on his, rather unsure of what to do. Keep talking, right? Otherwise he was going to hear her heart and it's hummingbird beat at top volume? She added softer, "I guess that explains why when I met you at the ball I felt I already knew you, in some way." That didn't quite explain why she'd been so immediately determined to know him quite a bit better than "in some ways", but as her brow furrowed she continued quietly, "Or rather, that I always was meant to." |
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| Anastasia Zytsev | Nov 10 2010, 01:53 AM Post #24 |
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The longer that Anastasia stood there with Jason, the fainter she felt. It was as if her eyesight just tunnel-visioned onto her daughter, everything else in the room fuzzing out to black. Her breathing came just as horses, but even shallower than before as the pain potion began to wear off. She was still trembling slightly in the exertion it was taking her to be standing there. She deciding that she could trust Jason if he was telling her that they were all going to be fine and that they were going to go home, the reality of this entire situation starting to escape her. It was too hard to think about. "Right." She said faintly, touching her stomach just to make sure it was still there. It was numb. The very first name that Jason suggested to her made Annie crinkle her nose, though he couldn't see that. Slowly she turned around so that she could wrap her arms around his neck, let him support her. "No." She murmured, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "We don't like Sweden. But the strong part fits. She's so...strong." Her brain wasn't working very well. It was feeling sluggish and foggy. |
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| Jason Lambert | Nov 24 2010, 12:04 AM Post #25 |
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Jason had no idea if Annie believed him or not when he tried to assure her, but he wasn't quite sure what the right thing to say in this situation was. He also was starting to think that she looked a little faint and that it might not be a good idea for her to be standing anymore. Still, he was supporting her while she stood for the moment, and there was no way he was about to tell her to leave her daughter's side for any reason. Annie was an adult; she could make up her own mind about what she could and couldn't handle. As she turned into him, he just held her gently, wanting to help keep her upright but not wanting to hold her too tightly or do anything that might hurt her. "Ok, no, not Kristina." She was right; after he said it, he wasn't crazy about it either. "But yes, strong. Maybe the name of a really strong character from a book or mythology?" After all, writing was her passion, and reading was one of his, so that might be appropriate. |
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| Anastasia Zytsev | Nov 24 2010, 05:45 AM Post #26 |
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The naming of the baby shouldn't have been this hard. Weren't parents supposed to know just right off what their child looked like? It wasn't like she and Jason hadn't looked at the baby books before. Maybe it was the fact that her vision was wavering, or that her mind just didn't seem all that clear to her, but looking at her newborn didn't tell her anything whatsoever other than that she failed. It was with a sick lurch and instantly filling eyes that Annie wondered if being unable to know her child's name was just another sign that she had absolutely no place trying to be a mother. She wondered if maybe her daughter may just be better off without her messing all of this up; yet, she was even more determined to find a name. "Uhm, so for mythology we have... Aphrodite, Shiva, Minerva, Damikina, Artemis, Hera, Venus, Phoebe, Athena, Bellona, Hestia, Persephone, Dawn, Brigit, Demeter, Parvati, Diana, Morrigan, Rhea, Selene..." Her voice dropped a little, frustrated as her mind came up blank on the rest of them. At one point in time she could have told anyone any story about any type of god and goddess mythology, but right now she was having issues even thinking up the names. "Danae...Pandora, Thalia, Aglaia, Euphrosyne, Kassandra, Ariadne, Bolina, Britomartis, Hecaerge, Helene, Epione...there's too many." Too many, too many stories and not one literal one that fit whatsoever. There were names in there she didn't even like anyways. Who would name their children Britomartis? "I don't know. You choose. I can't think." |
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| Jason Lambert | Dec 12 2010, 06:44 AM Post #27 |
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Jason could tell that Annie was upset about...well, everything (and he didn't blame her)...but he really just wanted to have them both pick out a name for their baby because naming her made it real. He didn't really know how to explain it, and he didn't even know if it would be the same way for Annie, but in his mind, naming her made it really happening--it made her really born and there with them for good. Because Jason hated seeing Annie cry and wanted to help but wasn't quite sure what to do other than listen to her rattle off names, he tried for a somewhat comforting gesture at least and kissed her temple. "How about..." Merlin. How did you pick out a name for someone? That baby needed a name that they were going to give her, and for some reason that seemed really, really huge to him in a way that it hadn't before, back in their own time, when they were looking at all of the baby name books. As it was, there were only a couple that really caught his attention. "What about Kassandra?" he asked, liking the elegant way it rolled off Annie's tongue. |
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| Anastasia Zytsev | Dec 12 2010, 10:35 PM Post #28 |
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Anastasia realized that she was getting herself all worked up. She realized that there was nothing she could do that moment, but at the same time holding back her emotions wasn't something Annie was used to. She was standing there with her daughter in a machine born too early because her HIV was acting up and she was sick, so, so sick and in pain that she couldn't even think straight in the past and...she felt she was perfectly allowed to be getting worked up. "I'm sorry." She told Jason again, after he'd kissed her forehead. Despite her wanting to just break down and let it all out, it wasn't helping them for her to do that either. She'd already caused enough issues. It was a relief to her that she could open her eyes again and look at their daughter after the name suggestion and view it as a name that could work. There was an odd clarity as she thought of what the name stood for a beautiful princess who, because of her looks, was granted the gift of prophecy from...Apollo. The rest of the story was that of pain and tragety but the beginning work well enough. Once Annie got past the size of the baby and how red and fragile she seemed to be, Annie could admit that Kassandra was beautiful. She had a cute, pert nose and just enough baby fat to make her look like, once she had a little more healthy glow, a miniature doll. "Kassandra Arielle Lambert." Anastasia agreed, throwing in the name of her grandmama and adding his last name to finish it all off. And with their child named, Annie felt that she'd done as much as she could; she sagged against Jason a little more. With a sigh, she requested that he bring her back to the bed, slipping off into healing sleep before she even got there. While she slept arrangements were made for Jason to stay and care for Kassandra with Mrs. Stone and a story was fabricated for Cat's arrival. Anastasia herself was required to return to the castle that night, placed back into the bed to avoid questions and worries over one of their many kept secrets. |
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