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agentlerplace in maisongrise

003 ♥ action

Oct 26, 2009 12:07

[Today was her birthday. Not like it was different from any other day in her eyes. She was happy because of what she had. She knew her brother was here, she knew her sister was here and she met a few amazing people. Allen, Raven...she was blessed to know so many people. It was a good birthday considering she wasn't home, her real home ( Read more... )

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pinkgenocide October 27 2009, 00:52:32 UTC

[ Euphemia had been looking for her, and stopped in the doorway to the conservatory when she saw the familiar chair ]

It's a shame it couldn't be a nice day for such a happy occasion...

agentlerplace October 27 2009, 01:32:03 UTC

[She turned her head towards the gentle voice and smiled.] It's a nice day in its own way. Every day is nice in a special way...or at least, I think so anyway. [She laughed softly and leaned back against her chair.]

pinkgenocide October 27 2009, 04:34:50 UTC

[ Euphie comes over to stand beside her and, touching her hands lightly, places a small wrapped box in them. ]

Happy birthday, Nunnally.

agentlerplace October 27 2009, 11:25:04 UTC

[She smiled, feeling Euphie's warmth surge through her. Smiling, she felt so content, however she shifted a bit, feeling a box placed in her hands.] Oh, Euphemia! You shouldn't have! Knowing you and Lelouch is here is enough for me. [She ran her fingers over the box, listening to the soft crinkle of the paper beneath her fingers. Slowly, carefully, she began to tug the paper from the box.]

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halftonesaviour November 5 2009, 03:23:39 UTC

[ Allen has been exploring the house once again, still not intent on giving up on freedom. It has been a large space, he realized by now, with twisting hallways and far too many rooms for him to remember every single one. Still, it wasn't half-bad. The ghosts were rarely mean and there was food. ]

[ In retrospect, it could have been much worse. ]

[ Leather boots hit the trail of polished rock with a hint of hesitation, the boy's gaze wandering around the conservatory too much to keep his steps steady. He doesn't even notice his company for now, too busy trying to recognize any of the plants around him. ]