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[adelaide]

Lady Adelaide sat back in the carriage looking out of the small window there was something about Paris that made her feel at home it was nicer than her isolation in England something that she had grown to dislike. Adelaide was finally getting out of the house and heading to the Luxembourg gardens it was here that the young woman was going to attempt to clear her head, she watched buildings go by her own mind flicking back to her father she would have not been surprised to find him in his study if she had been home.

Adelaide tucked a lose tendril of hair behind her ear her brown eyes flicking around, her grandmother hardly left her side and it was wearing it was partly because she believed that Adelaide wasn’t safe and partly because the old woman had missed so much of her life. Adelaide had seen pictures of her mother at her age and it was true the young woman was looking more and more like her mother every day.

Adelaide was glad to be able to go to the gardens it meant that she could at least read in peace it made things so much easier, her father had always let her do what she wanted since he didn’t seem to be able to look at her that much. Adelaide was used to doing anything she wanted she didn’t have to answer to anyone but now she did. Adelaide stepped gracefully out of the carriage her skirts rustling gently the deep red of her dress contrasting with her pale skin.

Adelaide had always loved her fashion, she made sure that she had dresses that she knew would only be worn by her, she liked working with a dress maker on her own designs. Her steps were quiet as she walked into the gardens she knew some people didn’t think it proper for her to go around on her own but sometimes she got more sense from herself than anyone else.

Adelaide walked slowly her steps slow as she looked around the gardens she always found a sense of peace outside on her own. She got that from her mother and she would always be glad of that.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Marguerite was sitting in the garden, deep in thought. It was a lovely place that she had known since she was a child. When she was younger, her brother Armand, who was ten years older than her, had brought her here. He had held her hand and pointed out all the flora and fauna to her while she paid rapt attention. She could not help but wonder now whether she would ever be able to do the same for her own children. That would mean staying in France, for one thing, which, though she had been born here, she was not sure would be safe now. She wanted a republic, yes, but not at this cost. Already so much blood had been shed. And for another, she did not yet have children. Her husband Percy did not know that she was with child, nor would he learn for some time in all likelihood, because as astute as he was, he was busy taking care of affairs as the Scarlet Pimpernel. Of course, that was why Marguerite was here alone at the Luxembourg Gardens. She was drawn from her thoughts by the sounds of creaking wood and hoofbeats that alerted her to the approach of a carriage. When a young woman stepped out of the carriage, Marguerite looked closer, realizing that she looked familiar for some reason. Perhaps she was not a stranger. Though not too concerned about being in danger, since it had been enough years since her last visit to France that no one knew who once-famous actress Marguerite St. Just was anymore, she was curious about the visitor. “Bonjour,” she greeted simply, her tone amicable and her expression warm as the young woman came closer. “Forgive me if this sounds far-fetched, but I do believe we have met before. Did you ever by chance attend a gala at the home of Sir Percival Blakeney in England?” It seemed impossible, but Marguerite had taken care to get to know every single one of their guests, and she did not often forget a face. And most people knew who Percy was, if they did not know his wife. [/style]accidentally deleted this... rewriting it now >>

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Adelaide was glad to have a nag free moment that meant she wasn’t being watched like a hawk and the gardens had in a way been seen as her sanctuary, she loved the peace and quiet of the place and it meant see could think. Her mother’s necklace rested around her neck it made her feel closer to the woman who she missed more than anything. Adelaide’s skirts rustled as she walked her ruby red material contrasting with her dark hair and pale skin.

Adelaide was sure that she was spending way too much time on her own if she continued she would go raving mad. Adelaide wondered sometimes if her father was missing her or if he still hated her because she looked like her mother what did he expect and naming her Adelaide too things just weren’t working out home he had wanted her out at least that’s what Adelaide seemed to think and how the whole thing seemed to be.

She was looking forward to finding somewhere to sit and read her book without the constant call of Adelaide from the worried the old lady known as her grandmother. All she had to do was find a perfect spot and lose her in another world that nothing wrong happened to her. She had been thinking about her mother more and more and that was in a way sad, she missed her mother more than anything.

Adelaide glanced up at the woman who spoke to her “Bonjour” she replied softly looking her over there was something familiar about her face and Adelaide couldn’t put her finger on it. “I am not sure madam, you look familiar but I cannot really put my finger on it.” Adelaide smiled at her, her brown eyes flicking over her. “Actually yes, my father was invited he used to take me after my mother passed, I think he just didn’t want to be seen turning up alone.”

The young woman smiled slightly and bit her lip her teeth cutting into the delicate flesh slightly it was nice to have this time. Her brown hair tickled her shoulders as her curls rested delicately down her shoulders, she had given up on wearing her hair up since it never seemed to last long.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The garden would be a nice place to spend some time alone, if Margo wished it, and she had to confess that it was nice to have some peace once in a while compared to all of the soirees that she had to help host in England. However, conversation would be a nice distraction from her worries about her husband, and about the baby that she carried, during these uncertain times. And so she was glad when a stranger arrived, especially when the stranger seemed friendly, even familiar. Smiling slightly, hopefully, as the girl considered who Margo might be, Margo's expression saddened when the young woman mentioned that her mother had died. “I'm sorry for your loss,” she started, reaching to take the girl's hand on instinct. She did remember them now. She had seen a lot of suffering here in France because of the revolution, and she had seen death herself more than once; it was always horrible, even when not caused by the guillotine or a bloody battle for the republic. Still, she was not certain how to comfort the grieving. Sometimes it was best to say nothing at all and let them mourn in peace. However, knowing that the girl's mother had died, and that she was brought to the Blakeney's English manor with her father, revealed her identity. “You must be Lady Adelaide Somers, then,” she realized. Yes, they were an aristo family. Native to England. She had known as much from the girl's accent. “Your father is Lord Henry.” She was beginning to recall the parties now, and that Adelaide had enjoyed herself at them. “I remember you being an excellent dancer,” she added with a smile. Lest the girl think she was too intrusive, she added, "I am Lord Percy's wife, Lady Blakeney. But you may call me Marguerite." Sighing fondly as she remembered the simpler times when she was alone with Percy in a place that was safer, she shook her head a little. “Have you been in Paris long?” Long enough, perhaps, to have been invited to a ball here or there? With all the fussing and avoidance of aristocratic excess, it was doubtful. It was more important that Adelaide kept herself safe. “You are clearly not a native, though you might remember that I am. I could show you the city, if you would like. It is so nice to meet again with an old acquaintance.” [/style]hi!~

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[adelaide]

Adelaide’s mind was wandering to a time when everything had seemed simple her mother had been there and she had been happier than she was the years after. Ade believed that her life had then become pointless and that was exactly how she felt about it, she was surprised her father didn’t make himself ill at some point the gentleman was extremely pig-headed and hardly left his study. Adelaide had been the one to make him leave the house.

Adelaide was used to the slight look of pity that crossed people’s face as they heard of her mother’s death; it slightly angered the young woman. Adelaide took a step back as the woman went to talk her hand “ I do not wish for pity madam that I am used too, Besides I was a child” Her words may have been harsh but it was the way Adelaide always dealt with what hurt her the most.

Adelaide watched the woman and smiled at her name “Yes madam that would be me, Yes and he’s taken to hiding I am afraid” Adelaide said the last part quietly she knew how her father felt about him life being spoken of but she still worried about him. “My mother the former lady Adelaide had a great passion for it; she would have danced around the room if she could have.” It explained a lot Adelaide remembered as a young girl her mother dancing her around her bedroom just to make her smile when something went wrong.

Adelaide smiled at the woman. “That is why you seemed so familiar madam, please call me Adelaide I prefer it.” The young woman was grateful to speak to someone other than her grandparents she loved them but the conversation was limited. “I’ve been here almost a year, my grandparents wished for me to live with them.” She smiled softly “I think my father was getting sick of my appearance” she almost laughed but she felt that it was true and that was hurting her more than anything. “My mother was, in another life I might have been.” Adelaide had always wondered what her life would have been had she been born in France and not England. “I would like that very much the only company I keep is my own and my grandmothers”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE As Adelaide's expression darkened, Marguerite retracted her hand, frowning at how rude the girl was being. She would not be treated in such a manner by someone whom she had invited into her home, and was even now, in a foreign place, attempting to be friendly toward. “I was not offering pity, only empathy.” Margo, like many, had lost her parents as well. The death of Adelaide's mother was no excuse for her specifically to be impolite when many others had faced the same misfortune. At least Adelaide seemed to have some manners as they changed the subject. It wasn't exactly proper for her to speak disparagingly of her father, but it was said so softly that Margo almost didn't hear it, and in any case it was clear that she had very fiery personality. Margo could certainly identify with that, as well. Her brows furrowed in concern as Adelaide said that her father was in hiding, wondering what exactly she meant be that. But it seemed Adelaide could speak of her mother without getting too upset. “Yes... I do believe I remember that,” Margo mused, though she had been much younger when Lady Adelaide was still alive. It was strange how quickly the time flew, how much older Margo had become without realizing it. She was now nearing forty. “Of course, Adelaide,” Margo answered Adelaide's request, shaking away the memory of the girl's mother dancing and laughing at a party. They had met each other, both Frenchwomen abroad in England. How things had changed. “Yes, we spoke of it once, that we were in the same boat.” Marguerite nodded faintly. “Literally, we were on the same boat to England.” She smiled, folding her hands. “Then I insist, you must come over for tea one of these days. My silly husband is so busy that I have naught else to do, and my servants are beside themselves with having nothing to do as well.” Having someone with her would take her mind off of her worries, no doubt, and perhaps off of Adelaide's as well. Margaret had the feeling that they would either get along very well, or find each other's company most irksome. Which it would be remained to be seen for now. [/style]hi!~

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[adelaide]

Adelaide realised how rude she had been as soon as she saw marguerites face the young woman bit her lip, “ I beg your pardon, that was uncalled for” she looked at the older woman with a small frown she was always dong that recently and it was uncalled for but sometimes she didn’t know what else to say.

Adelaide watched the woman careful and smiled softly as she looked concerned “That didn’t come out quite right, my father hasn’t been the same since mother died, the only reason he ever went out was because I pestered him till I got my way.” Adelaide felt slightly guilty about that “he spends most days in his study, like he can’t face the world.” It was true that was exactly how the whole thing came across. As a child Adelaide had never really understood her father, he had preferred to be on his own. Adelaide smiled there were a lot of quirks she missed about her mother and her sense of humour was one of them.

“Thank you “ her voice was soft as she spoke trying to make up for her earlier ill manners, the young girl always seemed to be rather defensive when it came to her mother. “ She always wanted to come back here but father couldn’t stand the French really, it always just seemed to be a soft spot for her” Adelaide smiled softly turning her attention back to Marguerite.” That would be very welcomed, just the company would be very much enjoyed. My family mean well but there overprotective at the best of times. Anything to spend time with someone else.”

It was true the young woman had about had enough of her grandparents nagging she just wanted a life that was her own and that she was happy with. Adelaide fussed with her hair she had always disliked how fly away her hair was it never lasted long in one style it seemed to have a mind of its own and that was exactly how it would always be.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE As Adelaide apologized, Marguerite allowed herself to relax once more, and other than a nod to acknowledge what Adelaide had said, Margo made no other mention of the matter. She was forgiven quickly. Clearly, Adelaide's mother was a sensitive topic, one around which she would have to be cautious. Yet, Adelaide did continue to talk about her, so hopefully that meant that she wasn't in too much pain. “I see,” she smiled faintly as Adelaide amended what she had said earlier, though the smile faded again quickly. How sad it was for her papa! At least he had come to a few soirees with Adelaide. “And... he doesn't miss you, as well?” she asked slowly, considering her words carefully to make sure that they didn't sound too offensive. Whenever she was upset about something, she wanted to talk about it with Percy, though more often than not, Percy was the one who made her upset! It was necessary to have some time alone, of course, but she didn't think it was quite good for anyone to be alone all of the time like Adelaide's father. An Englishman married to a Frenchwoman... that sounded familiar. “So he didn't like the French, but he married a Frenchwoman,” Marguerite chuckled softly. “I would say the same about my husband, but it seems that I can hardly keep him away from this place.” The only reason he didn't like France was because it was so bloody; he certainly liked it enough to come back and save it at the risk of his own death, however. “Well. I can understand that. We're having a lovely time right here, aren't we?” Seated on the bench, she patted the place next to her, inviting Adelaide to sit as well. “Though I could go for some tea... An herbal kind in particular I've been craving lately.” She leaned back against the bench with a sigh. “Refresh my memory. You do not have any siblings, do you?”

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[adelaide]

Adelaide watched marguerite her eyes flicked over the woman as she stood watching her hands resting on her skirt. Adelaide never knew how to go about the subject of her mother it was a sore one at the best of times. She liked talking about her but sometimes she just bit other people’s heads off about the situation. She had never been one who was good with emotions or dealing with them, her way seemed to be one that was rude and disgraceful in other people’s eyes.

Adelaide frowned and moved her hair from her eyes “No, he wanted me to go, I haven’t heard from him, Grandmother thinks it is because I look too much like mama.” Adelaide sighed slightly. She hadn’t written to her father either maybe they were just both blocking each other. There was no doubt that she was very much like her parents in her stubbornness and temper though she was graced with her mother’s talents. “I think he will keep himself locked until he gets ill” She did care about the man, she really did but she needed him too and his behaviour in liking to keep away from Adelaide was wearing.

Adelaide smiled “He used to say she was more English than French and she used to say she never felt more French than English” Adelaide laughed and frowned “Yet I don’t think he’s ever been, I don’t remember if he has, certainly not in my life time.” Adelaide still didn’t see why her father hated the French the ones she had met had been very welcoming. The young woman was glad to be out of England even though she missed her home being able to ride for hours while her father locked himself away.

Adelaide smiled and sat “I like the peace of the gardens” and she did it was nice to be able to lose herself in her thoughts as she walked around. “No, just me, I am glad of that fact really, I wouldn’t like to have numerous siblings like a lot of people.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Marguerite nodded sympathetically as Adelaide continued. She wasn't going to say much on the matter of Adelaide's dead mother after what had happened the last time she'd attempted to express her sadness on the girl's behalf, but she felt it both for Adelaide and Adelaide's father. There had been times that she had been worried about becoming a widow because of Percy's exploits, and she had been in danger more than once herself. As much as he drove her mad sometimes, she could not imagine living without him, either. At least she knew that his work as the Scarlet Pimpernel meant that if he died, he would die doing what he loved, saving lives. Adelaide's mother had been lost in a way that was less glorious, but equally painful. “The poor man,” she sighed, more to herself than to Adelaide, shaking her head and thinking of their old friend locked up in his room. “I wish there were something we could do for him.” She frowned, looking thoughtful. “Perhaps when we return to England, we will throw another soiree and see if we can draw him out of his shell.” She doubted that it would work, and in fact, she was beginning to doubt whether they would return to England very soon, if at all. As much as she loved France, it was not the same place that it had once been; the idea of fighting for a republic had been distorted for her. But it was still worth a try. Glad of the opportunity to think of something else, she agreed, “Yes, it is very peaceful.” She only nodded thoughtfully when Adelaide declared herself an only child. Perhaps if this child survived, he or she would not be lonely. “I did not mean to pry. I have often wondered about children and siblings. I have a brother myself, and I do not know what I would do without him.” That was not to say that being without siblings was horrible for everyone, since Adelaide seemed to like it well enough. It seemed that it was only a matter of what you were accustomed to. In some cases, one had to be happy with one's lot, as it could not be changed. Marguerite had disagreed with that once, and perhaps she still did, when it came to the republic. But she had other priorities now as well that she wanted to protect her unborn child. [/style]hi!~

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[adelaide]

Adelaide had never been the type of person who was closed with her feelings it just didn’t seem to be how the young lady worked maybe she got that from her mother? She still missed her and sometimes her grandparents company was lacking what Adelaide needed but she still tried to make it work after all she had nothing else at that moment. She offered Marguerite a soft smile before her hands rested in her lap clasping them together. She sometimes missed having a normal life. She sometimes missed her home in England but the building there just seemed to seem cold.

“I guess, I do not think he knows what to do with himself really.” She sighed softly and pressed her lips together. “I wish anyone could do something for him, I do not think papa wants help.” Adelaide watched the older woman with a slight smile “I do not think it would work afraid, he only used to attend those because I forced him too.” She laughed slightly of course she didn’t force him but he always had made it seem that she had. She just liked to be around people not be stuck with her father for days on end. Okay so she wasn’t stuck, she had spent enough time riding around the estate when no one was around to be stuck with him.

Adelaide smiled her brown eyes resting on the woman “Paris isn’t really the most peaceful place is it? I was glad to be shown the gardens after that.” Adelaide was glad that she was an only child it was nice to not have anyone to drive you insane, however sometimes she had wondered what it would have been like to have siblings “you not prying Lady Blakeney, you were curious, it must be nice to have a sibling.” Adelaide watched the sky slightly; she had always wondered what beauty her mother had been talking about when she talked about Paris and France. Adelaide was getting to see it, her grandparents said they saw it too, she didn’t. Sometimes she missed her home and wanted to return.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 380 ( TAGGED ) BELLS/ADE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Other than offer a sympathetic smile, Marguerite did not know what else to say about Adelaide's father. The laugh from the girl seemed forced as well. "I hope things improve for him," she offered gently. "I believe in my heart that he must miss you." It was a shame that he had no one else to take care of him, and it was hardly healthy, but what could be done about it? "Have you no thought of returning to England soon?" Marguerite pressed her lips together before sighing softly. No, Paris had been many things, but to her, it had never been boring; she was not sure that she could quite call it peaceful. She had always been acting or playing with Armand, or going with Paul to various galas. In England, sometimes, yes, she had been bored whenever Percy left her alone to do something under the guise of importance. The parties did not fulfill her all the time. But now that she was here, she found, strangely, that she missed the moments of quiet. "The gardens are a rarity here," she had to admit. "Even they are normally more busy than this." She offered a smile to Adelaide. "Whatever is the reason for its relative emptiness today, I am glad, at least, that you are here so that we could meet." The thought of Armand made her smile. "Yes, it is nice, at times," she agreed. "I love Armand more than my own life. But there are times when having a sibling is the most anxiety-inducing phenomena..." She trailed off, shaking her head. Even though Armand was not a child, indeed he was even older than her, there were times when his recklessness frightened her. It was painful. But he'd managed to keep himself safe thus far, by God's grace. "Well, Lady Adelaide, I am afraid I have not had as much experience with children as I would like, and I was only curious what it would be like to look at it from another perspective. My own childhood seems quite distant now." [/style]hi!~

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