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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Mar 20, 2012 4:34:15 GMT 1
Marcel was both excited and afraid for Angelique. She had been his friend for so very long, they had roamed the American continents together while mankind was still struggling to conquer the land and the seasons. He knew she was strong and courageous, he could only hope at this time that she was strong enough...
He had to see her now he had heard of her situation. That she carried in her womb a child, a new blood-born vampire... it was close to miraculous. Marcel had been amongst the last of the blood-born for so very long, he was thrilled at the thought that his dear friend might be the mother of another, but the terrible risk...
He shook his head as if to dislodge the fearsome thoughts. She was committed to her path now and he would see her now at least one more time before the child came. She was close to her term, too close to have attended the Masquerade ball even. His dear, stubborn, feisty Angelique... too close a friend to have ever been a lover, though had she not been female perhaps that would have been different.
He had not announced his presence nor his intention to visit her Casino and so her security was a little reluctant to admit him to say the least. However Marcel was very good at swaying perspective in his favour and somehow it began to seem like a good idea to allow Angelique's old friend to tap softly on her office door before opening it.
Angelique wasn't at her desk, nor anywhere in obvious view, though Marcel spotted her soon enough as a small groan came from the couch behind the door. He stepped into the office to the obvious consternation of the guard, and smiling he chuckled to the prone vampire. “Howdy partner...” The security guard loitered in growing agitation as Marcel walked over and knelt down beside his old friend.
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Post by angelique on Mar 20, 2012 12:24:56 GMT 1
Angelique had been pacing around the office trying to move things around and all she wanted to do was sit down and sleep. Between sleeping and being hungry nothing else seemed to be getting done. She had been building a nursery as well. Or rather she had been picking out the things for the baby when finally she sat down on the couch. But sitting up had been annoying and hurt her back more so she moved and wiggled down until she laid down on the comfortable couch. Perhaps a few moments of sleep were in order and then she would go back to sleep.
She heard noises by the door but wasn't getting up. She had plenty of people to deal with a problem. Gabriel had made sure of that. Her eyes were closed and an arm rested above her head as she relaxed. Ahh, she felt so much better like this. Soon she heard a knock on the door and as it opened she groaned. It better not be a problem because she wasn't taking too kindly to anyone right now. She had so much to do and so little time to do it in. Especially if she didn't survive...
But then she heard a voice that she hadn't heard in a very long time and her eyes opened wide in shock. But then Marcel came into view and she smiled brightly. "Howdy, Marcel. It has been too long..." She reached out a hand and took his hand after he had knelt down beside her. "Far too long for my liking." She turned her head to see the security guard looking about ready to kill Marcel. "Go on now. He's a friend." She started to sit up but couldn't as she ran a hand along her stomach. She ended up staying laying down and frowned. She should know better than to lay down. Standing, sitting, laying down had become a bane to her existence.
Her eyes slid back to Marcel. "You are up! I can't believe it. The last time I saw you I feared the worse for you, my friend!" She held out her arms in offering a hug. "I can't get up so this is the only hug I can give you, partner." She grinned at that though.
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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Mar 23, 2012 18:32:37 GMT 1
Marcel gave Angie his most charming smile as he knelt down, the one that had melted hearts all across the continent when they had travelled it together. He recalled Angie having told him once that he cheated even worse than she did with his shameless manipulations. He had just laughed then and told her that he cheated far better than her because she hadn't figured out yet how he did it. Of course it was just the way the nature of his power had grown, like everything else about Marcel, it was elegant and understated. He took her hand in his and raising it to his lips, he brushed a light and very gentlemanly kiss onto the back of it. “It has indeed been far too long dearest Angelique.”
When she dismissed her security guard and the door closed softly behind him, Marcel grinned at Angie. Formality had its place and he would never embarrass either himself or a lady with a vulgar display before the hired help. But now they were alone... he leant in to hug his old friend as tightly as he dared. “Angie you look glorious!” he exclaimed in clear and joyous pleasure at their reunion. He kissed each of her cheeks happily, and then teasingly, the tip of her nose. “Still playing the boy Angie? It is the gentleman rises for the lady.” he chuckled softly. “You must not trouble yourself on my account.”
Hoyt had told him of the visit Angelique had paid him whilst he slept. Though it had not helped him wake as far as he could tell, in truth he could not recall even the vaguest impression of her visit, it had helped Hoyt in his lonely vigil that she had been willing to try. For that alone he could have loved her. “Thank you for coming to see me Angie. It means a great deal to me that you did. My Hoyt is a stubborn child, he would never have let me fade away.” Marcel's voice was rich with emotion as he spoke of his beloved Hoyt.
“And you my friend were equally stubborn in your time, if I recall correctly?” his smile quirked mischievously. “So I shall need have no fear for you in the coming nights, shall I?” Marcel knew as well as any the coming dangers faced by Angelique and her child, but he also knew his Angie. “Given that whatever poor soul you have selected as your prime mate must also have a will of steel to suffer your tantrums...” he chuckled softly as he teased her, “...your child will doubtless be a paragon of tenacity.”
His eyes roamed over her swollen belly before he looked a little shyly back to her face. “May I?” he asked softly. He was eager to sense this new presence his dear friend nurtured within her, if she would permit him to try...
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Post by angelique on Mar 26, 2012 14:05:35 GMT 1
Angelique if she didn't know better would have fallen for this charming man a long time ago with their traveling about but she knew he only had eyes for the men and only one in particular. She felt him take her hand in his and felt the brush of his lips against her hand. "It's always far too long when it comes to you, Marcel. You have a way of making five minutes seem like years." She smiled that sweet smile of hers as she looked down at where he was kneeling to look at his face.
As soon as the door closed behind the guard she felt him hug her tightly and wrapped her arms about him as well. "A model of perfection." She spoke dryly in response to him saying she looked glorious. "You shouldn't be charming me! I'm pregnant, Marcel." She teased lightly. "And if I have my way will have a prime mate soon. If the man would quit being stubborn!" She laughed softly as he kissed her cheeks happily and she returned them but then giggled as he kissed her nose. "Always play the boy. Remember that time I played as your butler and stable hand? You kept almost ruining that. Women should wear skirts you kept telling me. I always did shoot better than most men in that time." She winked at Marcel.
But then the subject changed to that of her coming to see Marcel while he had slept. "What are friends for if not to try? No need to thank me. I would have come sooner but I had gotten burned by the sun and no one would let me go out until I started to heal more. No, Stoney wouldn't have but I am glad that you are awake. I miss the old west. That was quite fun." She murmured remembering the times before Marcel's eye was caught. He had nearly fallen off his horse seeing Stoney. She didn't mind and they had mutually separated because it had been time to do so.
"Me? Stubborn? Never!" She gasped playfully at the words Marcel had spoken. "I'm the perfect lady." She gave a grin that could probably only be bested by a pirate. Wicked and full of charm. But then at his next words she brought her hand to her stomach. "Marcel... I'm always hungry... Nothing satisfies me. He's grown big in less time than anything I have seen." But then the subject changed and she grinned slipping out of the tense thoughts of what will be happening. "Oh he very nearly wishes to tie me up sometimes. Perhaps one time you would like to meet him. Well, the one I have chosen if he even realizes it... YET!"
She looks at Marcel as his eyes slide over her swollen stomach and she nodded. "Of course, Marcel. You are going to be an uncle." She smiled brightly at that. Marcel had always been the closest thing to a relative as anyone could possibly get. She took his hand and laid his palm on her stomach gently.
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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Apr 9, 2012 2:00:46 GMT 1
“The Old West was a glorious adventure,” Marcel smiled fondly at her wistful reminiscence, though for him it seemed as if that adventure had been but a few weeks gone and their parting only a few decades more, thirty, forty years perhaps. He pulled an amusing face as she reminded him of the shenanigans she had indulged in back then. “You were always superlative at anything you set your mind to my dear, and some things never change whatever new adventures this strange world has for us.”
“My darling Angie, if you have set your mind upon someone I fear for their sanity should they resist, for that cause would be quite hopeless.” He gave her a wink. “I do not believe there is a vampire born or made who could out-stubborn you.” Marcel chuckled softly and squeezed Angie's hand. He realised that he was not yet familiar enough with New Vegas to have any real idea of who might be her choice of prime mate, but clearly she would reveal her choice in her own good time. “I cannot help but charm you my perfect lady Angelique. ” he chuckled, “It is my only defence...”
Marcel laughed, some small relief evident, and took both her hands in his. “That is a good thing, Angie. Very good. The faster he grows the stronger you will still be when the time comes, and the stronger he is the sooner he will come.” He kissed the knuckles of each of her hands in turn. “It is no wonder then then that you look so radiant.” His smile was bright and his eyes sparkled with good humour, “An uncle? I am flattered Angie and I think I should like that very much.”
He let her guide his hand to rest gently on her swollen stomach. His other hand softly brushed her hair. “You worry too much sweet Angelique, relax.” He closed his eyes and tried to feel the child's presence. Emotions were Marcel's bread and butter and his influence ever subtle and near unconscious on occasion. Things would go much easier for Angie and her baby both if he could encourage trust to grow. If either of them began to panic... well that was what he hoped to help avoid here.
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