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Crisella Huminglark

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a character in “Appaloosa Plains: The New Start”, as played by Lacare

So begins...

Crisella Huminglark's Story

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It’s late June as Alyssa opens her eyes to see the love of her life, Jax, still sleeping beside her. She gently smiles and kisses his cheek before plucking herself upwards into a sitting position to stretch and wake herself up the rest of the way. I’m living in a fairytale… love of my life beside me, ranch starting up on a crisp, summer morning, and his adorable toddler twins cooing in their nursery in our grand home, but something doesn’t feel right. She thinks to herself as she slips away from the bed and over to the balcony which looks out to their barn, and fields where the horses will be put out shortly. For a moment she simply stands there still with her hands lying gently on the rail as she watches the sun rise, but soon finds herself stirring to do something different and exciting. She glances over her shoulder, as she turns to face their bedroom, to look back at her fiancé lovingly before tiptoeing through the room, making sure to grab her cell on the way, and down the stairs and through the house to travel down to her largest barn.

“Look at them all.” She whispers to herself as she opens the door and breathes in the smell of equine and the fresh bedding placed down the night before for them. “I love them all.” She mentions with a gentle nod as she wraps her arms around herself. It is a slightly chilly morning, one that certainly is perfect for riding, but a little colder than wanted for someone wearing only a short nightgown. She smiled softly as one of the horses neighed at her and another, nearer one, nickered. Walking over to the little mare which had just nickered, a smile broadens over her face. “You wanna go riding, don’t you?” She giggles before pausing slightly and tilting her head at the mare through the bars, “I do too.” She sighs and begins walking away from the mare, but the mare nickers again and Lyss can hear her pawing at the ground. The smile creeps up on her face again as she turns back around, suddenly grinning as a glint of happiness flickers in her eyes like fire, “Well, maybe a short run won’t do any harm…” Grabbing up the halter and lead on the mare’s door, she slid her finger across the name, Arienelle, before entering the stall and haltering the little mare and jumping up on her and lightly kicking her to make her trot out of the stall and out to just… run…

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“Melody, c’mon! We need to go pick up Aunt Amber from the airport.” Will calls from the door of their apartment. It’s nothing special; one bedroom, one bathroom, one master suite, kitchen and dining area, and a sitting area with a small television. They had to get a second bed for Amber to sleep on while she’s staying with them for at least this year. Their parents are hoping the new set up with him and his family will provide her with the same stability, a little less sisterly drama, and maybe also a few more friends. Will hasn’t heard much about his littlest sister’s situation, but he does know it’s been rough on her.

“Coming Daddy!” Melody calls back as she runs out in a cute little outfit, perfect for meeting her aunt in. She reaches up to her father wanting to be picked up. With a light chuckle, Will scoops her up in his arms and plants a kiss on her shoulder. “We’ll be back with Amber soon.” He mentions as he gives Chelsea a quick kiss and heads out with his daughter.

Only an hour later, they arrive at the airport and find Amber, with her long, chocolate-colored hair and bright blue eyes, standing very lady-like on her own in a corner of the waiting room. Will immediately crinkles his nose at her attire. No wonder she doesn’t have any friends… Has she not compared her clothes to everyone else’s recently? He wonders to himself as he watches Melody run over and give her a big hug, unable to note his dear sister’s evident shock at being grabbed by the child in such a hug. “My dear brother,” She smiles as she gingerly picks up her niece and holds her against her hip, “how may you be on this lovely day? Your daughter seems to be a rather joyous type. I think you have raised her decently well. How is your fiancée, Chelsea? Is she well? I have unfortunately not seen her since I was very young.” Amber reminisces and questions as Will forces himself to walk over to his sister, still wondering how she could possibly even be allowed to wear a dress of such odd nature. Shouldn’t a girl her age be wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt? No wonder their parents sent her to him.

“I’m doing pretty well, Amber, and thank you. I think Melody is normally a happy girl, but there are times when she begs to differ.” He smirks gently over at Mellie as Amber sets her back down on the ground, as lady-like as she had picked her up. Trying to push his thoughts of her odd behavior away, he continues, “Chels is great! She’s excited to see you, and I think she’d be happy to take you shopping sometime. She loves shopping and getting nice stuff.”

Amber’s eyes darken ever so slightly as she metaphorically crawls a little deeper into her shell. I like what I wear, though… She inwardly reminds herself, knowing how impolite it would be to show that she had caught his rude comment. I like who I am… Has my brother changed so much as to no longer accept me for who and what I am? I do not think I can believe what I am hearing right now. When Amber had told her parents about Lolita dresses and wanting to hold more elegance than people today do, they had been proud of her and willing to help her and support her. However, that love and support seems to have stayed in Florida when she decided to fly here. Ever so slightly, she shifts on her feet and drops her eyes down to the ground before gently curtsying. “Well, brother, I believe that dear Chelsea may be missing us by now, may we be off to see her?” She asks him curiously as she raises herself back up, pulling on a pair of small, white gloves which match the frills on her light blue dress.

“Yupp…” He picks his daughter up and starts out of the airport, hearing his sister’s light footsteps behind him, he decides to not help her with her carry on. “They told me they’d put your bags in my car. So, we should be good.” He mentions as they get to the car where, sure enough, her bags lay in the trunk, waiting to move into a new hanging closet. After settling themselves in the car, they head back to their home to once again see Chelsea.

~~~

Crisella drags her feet as she gets out of bed to hear her little, two-year-old son bawling his eyes out in the other room. “Ugh! I don’t wanna deal with this. It’s too early.” She complains to herself as she wanders in and picks him up out of his crib. He coos at her for a short moment before starting to cry again. Dragging him into the kitchen, she pulls out some leftover pizza and reheats it in the microwave and pours out some cheerios cereal, with the milk too, for Ardonel. “Bubby, you can’t keep crying so early in the morning.” She sighs as she sits down with him on her lap at the kitchen island.

“Bu’ Mommy! I hungwy.” Ardonel whines as he picks up the spoon and messily eats his cereal. Unable to hold her frown, Crisella giggles and smiles at him, pulling him off her lap to place him in his high chair with his cereal before getting her nuked pizza.
“You just couldn’t sleep another hour, could you?” She asks him with a slight smirk as she takes a bite and grabs him several napkins. She couldn’t love her son more, but she still wishes that his father was Christopher and not that jock from school. Cooing a little, her son continues spooning the yummy, honeyed cereal into his mouth, making Crisella smile a little more.

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Marcel strides down the main staircase, running his thin, pale fingers along the railing, as am ever so small smile crosses his lips once more at the thought of sweets. Say what you want about the child, but he is very fond of those caries creating sugar bombs. When there is only one single step left, he jumps down, landing on the stone floor with a soft thud which brings an even wider smile to his lips. "This is fine wood..." he comments softly before turning dead serious once more as he makes his way towards the kitchen, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

When he enters the kitchen, he is met by a scene he most certainly had not expected to see. There was a girl and a baby. Mother never told me Christopher was married, or has any children... so who is she? Besides, she looks to young to be his wife... and yet, you never know. Some people do look younger than they are... He states mentally, arching an elegant eyebrow. "Bonjour," he says, flashing a small smile; courtesy and nothing more. "I didn't realize my uncle was married..." he tilts his head.

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Crisella's eyes flash to the boy who had entered the kitchen while Ardonel giggled and tried copycatting, "Bojo!" Crisella rolled her eyes at her son as she stood up and scooped him up in her arms.

"Hush, Ardonel." She reprimands, shifting her eyes back to the boy, realizing he is likely the nephew, since he referred to an uncle, which Christopher had warned her about. Ugh. "Christopher isn't married." and unfortunately pretends like he has no interest in me. She adds on in her thoughts before continuing, "So, you're his nephew? What's your name? Mark? Christopher told me, but as soon as he mentioned your age... I stopped listening and forgot you." A smirk plays ever so slightly on her lips as she speaks. "I suppose that means Chrissy is home, nice to meet you." She giggles softly before placing Ardonel back in his child seat and swiftly flitting from the room to find her Christopher without even attempting to wait for the pre-teen's response.

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Marcel listens to her reply, arching an eyebrow and folding his arms over his chest before shaking his head and not even bothering to reply, as she is already gone. He has already decided that he doesn't like her. Her arrogance somehow... reminds him too much of himself. It is sickening; like looking into an older and more feminine mirror of oneself. Shuddering at the thought, he also decides that she most likely is annoying and somewhat stupid. She is defiantly not a person he likes, and he does indeed wonder what she is doing here. Shaking his head, he makes his way towards the cupboard, now and then glancing uneasily at the child. He doesn't like little kids. They make him uneasy as well...

***

Christopher sits in his study, working on his next English lesson a few days ahead as he listens to music. Nothing exciting, really; Beethoven. But, even if it is nothing for most teens these days, Christopher can't help but love classic music. After all, it is something he grew up with. Sighing after a while, he decides he have to do something else. All this working is slowly burning him out... the life of a teacher is indeed not easy. Shutting the lid of his laptop, he stands up and turns off the music, looking thoughtful for a moment. Shrugging, he starts making his way towards the music room. "Why not?" he asks himself with a small smile, "I seem to have time now anyways..."

Once he arrives, Christopher picks up his violin and starts playing, a soft and sad and yet hope filled tune. It is a song about his life, about his past and about his feelings... all which he thinks will probably be forever unspoken; secrets he will bring with him into his grave... but Christopher doesn't mind. Not right then... for the music is consuming him and carrying him away into a world where nothing ever hurts.

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Ardonel giggles and coos for a little while before getting a mischievous smile on his toddler lips. "Bojo!" He giggles before throwing his bowl with the rest of the cheerios and milk onto the ground and beginning to madly cry.

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Crisella isn't fully certain of where she may find him and he often doesn't have his phone on him in order to find him in the house, so she just sighs and makes her way to his office. He's often in there working... thankfully, she doesn't have him as a teacher anymore. That just made things even more complicated. Only another year and we're legal... She mentions to herself as she pokes her head inside the darkened room. "Ugh, where are you?" She sighs again as she sits down against the wall in the hallway. After a moment, she can hear a lovely, forlorn sound coming from the music room not far off. This discovery makes a smile appear on her face as she jumps up, fidgets with her clothes to make them look perfect, and roams down the hallway to the music room. Silently slipping into the room, she hid in the corner and just listened to him playing the music. However, she shortly found herself drawing out of the corner and sitting next to him in another chair, still listening to its tones and melodies and harmonies.

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Christopher doesn't notice Crisella until he is done playing, which takes quite a while. That is how much the music consumes him. However, once he does he quickly jumps away from her, a slight blush on his cheeks. "What the bloo-" he trails off before she actually swears and pulls himself together, narrowing his eyes as he places his violin back in his case. His expression softens as quickly as it hardened, and he sighs. "Good morning, Crisella..." he says softly as he shuts the violin case but still does not look at her. "Where is Ardonel? Have you fed him yet?" he questions, turning around to look at her with a now calm expression.

***

Marcel narrows his eyes as he watches the stupid child drop the bowl to the ground and the starting to cry. Tch, how noisy. "It is your own fault for dropping it to the floor, kid... you knew exactly what you were doing. Pick it up yourself, kiddo..." he says as he sauntered over to the cupboard where he hopes to find the sweets. As he scans the through the cupboard, he adds. "Besides, it is b-o-n-j-o-u-r," she spells out, "and not whatever yadda yadda you were trying to pronounce..." he trails off and grins as he spots a chocolate box, quickly pulling it out. "Finally!"

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"Good morning, Christopher, love." She grins, after he had finished and jumped a little at the sight of her, before thinking for a moment and replying. "Oh, yes, he woke me up early this morning. He wasn't finished with his breakfast when that Mark guy, your nephew, wandered in. So, he's watching Ardonel for me for a few moments... so I could... slip away." Crisella's eyes brighten as she sweetly smirks up at him before standing and kissing his cheek. I know he feels for me like I do him, but why won't he just let them show. I love him more than anything and I want to be with him and I want him to care about me too. She thinks to herself as she straightens herself once again and fixes her shirt and pants, leaving her hand gently on his shoulder.

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Ardonel begins to scream louder, his intense shrills filling the mansion as he complains of his meal being lost. "Bojo no like Daddy!" He begins screaming and shaking the high chair frantically from side to side, feeling very trapped within its table and chair.

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Christopher stiffens as she kisses his cheek, instantly grasping hold of her wrist and moving it away from his shoulder. "Stop that nonsense, at once, young lady," he said sharply, though yet still somehow gently. "We have had this conversation so often, Crisella... why won't you understand it doesn't work?" he continues, shaking his head as he steps away from her and sighs, "you mean to honestly say you left the poor child with that kid?" Christopher trailes off as he hears a loud scream, shooting her a glare before starting to quickly walk towards the kitchen. "You're unbelievable, Crisella!" he mutters under his breath as he steps into the kitchen to see what is going on.

Marcel is sitting in a chair, munching chocolate; at least it doesn't look like he is the one responsible for Ardonel's outbreak. However, the slight smile of amusement which flits across his lips now and then, still can't make Christopher help but feel slightly annoyed. The baby is crying and his sadist nephew is amused; perfect. Sighing, Christopher carefully picks the child up and out from the high chair, holding him gently in his arms and bouncing him on his hip.

"Hey there, little guy," Christopher coos softly in an attempt to calm the toddler down before he glances at Marcel who now has turned serious. "The baby is crying and you are just sitting there, watching?" he asks slowly, arching an eyebrow of annoyance.

Marcel nonchalantly shrugs Christopher's comment off and stands up, starting to stride out of the room, still holding his box with chocolate. "The baby's not my problem," he muses in a teasing tone, "daddy."

Before Christopher can say anything, the brat has disappeared up the staircase.

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Crisella's eyes immediately fall into a saddened state as she looks towards the floor, starting to respond, but finding herself incapable of saying anything. Christopher... it will work... People aren't having suspicions yet and I've been living with you for over two years now... please... She feels hot tears begin to stream down her face before he even mentions her neglect of her child. She hears her son's screams, but can't find the energy to follow after him to take care of Ardonel. Instead, she allows him to leave before making it to the doorway and crumpling onto the ground, tears now spilling down her cheeks. "You know you love me too..." She whispers to herself as she thinks about everything that is so very wrong right now that she wants to be perfection. "Just a little over a year and it's all legal! Why doesn't he get that and see that we could hide it!?" She cries out sharply, curling her legs up to her chest and crying some more.

~~~

Ardonel coos a little after Christopher picks him up, but still continues to cry, slightly smirking at the negligent Bojo. "Daddy, Bojo a meanie. No like Bojo. Make him leave." He cries, holding tightly to his assumed father.

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Christopher hears Crisella sob from the hallway, but decides not to take action. The little crybaby comes first, after all. He sighs at Ardonel's words and shakes his head, very well having noticed the smirk. "I can't make him go away, Ardonlel," he says softly as he holds on to him tightly, "he is my nephew, after all... not matter how much of a brat he is," he grimaces, still gently bouncing the little boy on his hip before smiling at him and saying softly. "Would you like some sweets, though...?" Christopher asks gently as he holds the child. It is hard for him to ignore Crisella. He so much would just like to go to her and take her into his arms and somehow try to make her feel better... but even if she says they could hide it; he knows that in fact if someone finds out, thy- especially he would be in extreme trouble. Besides, it sill goes against his principles.

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Ardonel giggles a little and stops crying out enough to sniffle and look up at Christopher with his big eyes. "Yah." He states, cooing a little as he grabs his feet for no apparent reason whatsoever. "Bojo's brat." He grins and giggles a little more as he stops grabbing his feet and pokes Christopher to be let down to walk over "all by himself."

~~~

After a few moments of crying her eyes out, Crisella is able to regain some control of herself... only to become slightly angered by the situation. Standing herself up, she rushes out of the room, through the halls and starts down the stairs, but manages to trip and run into Marcel on the way down. Fuming, she picks herself up off the ground and looks at the child that got in her way. "Why don't you watch where you're going next time!? You're not the only one that lives in this house, you know!" She yells at him, angrily crossing and uncrossing her arms while glaring him down.

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Christopher laughed softly and carefully set the toddler down, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yes... Marcel might be a brat, but he is still my nephew," he said softly, gently ruffling the toddlers hair. He walked over to the cupboard and started looking through it until he found another package with sweets. Shrugging his shoulders he opened it up and handed one to Ardonel, smiling softly. "There you go," he said gently.

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Marcel walked and then yelped as she bumped into him, causing him to fall to the floor. He paused and glared at her as she started trying to make this look as though it was her fault, narrowing his eyes. "As if this was my fault, you insolent mongrel," he stated, carefully standing up and brushing his clothes and hair back into place, "instead of running around like a blind cow on a rodeo, you should watch where you step. What a nuisance you are," he muttered, shaking his head as he started making his way back towards his room again.

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Ardonel finally settled down with the candy and toddled off by himself to his playroom not far off to eat the sweets and play with his numerous toys that his mother had insisted on getting him. However, she still neglected him in ways with how she became so easily distracted by any little thought of Christopher and such, so her son was bound to make rude comments of the like and smirking, "above others" gestures which would lead to his later problems in life.

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Crisella wasn't in the mood to play games with a snotty child, so she grabbed his arm as he turned to walk away from her, making sure to spin him back to face her. "Don't you dare ever call me a mongrel, blind cow, or nuisance ever again. I know people in this town and I will make sure that your life here becomes a living, fucked-up hell. Do you understand?" She growled, grasping his wrist tighter before twisting it in such a way to put him in severe pain before finally releasing him. Then, she turned to walk away from him, however found more happiness in snapping back towards him and slapping him hard across the face before he could even begin to suspect her next move. Okay, so maybe she slept around too much, but it has certainly payed off for her, right?

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Marcel's eyes narrowed further as she grasped hold of his wrist, spinning him around so that he was facing her. Fragile as he was, it hurt immensely and he had no way of pulling himself free, even if he tried. His expression went dead and he watched her silently as she threatened him. He cried out in surprise and pain as she slapped him across the cheek, a tear starting to roll down his cheek, but other than that his expression remaining the same. "... does it make you feel better?" he asked slowly as he placed his hand over his now reddened cheek. His voice was calm and blank, showing no emotions whatsoever. "Does it make you feel better when you are at loss of which words to use, and must revert to something as vulgar as hitting people?" a slight smile displaying sadness spread across his lips as he tilted his head and dropped the chocolate box to the floor, accidentally. Her slap hurt, it hurt a lot, but he wasn't going to show it if he could help it.

"You can threaten and hit me however much you like, girl... my life already is a sphere of hell, it cannot get much more whatever you do," his voice was still soft, and though part of it was just for show... part of it was how he truly felt right then as well, "honestly... it is sickening," Marcel sniffed, wiping away the tear before shaking his head slightly. She was no better than everyone else; especially his uncle. How often would Adrien beat him when things did not go his way? There was a reason as to why his mother wouldn't let him stay with that uncle. Suddenly Marcel's expression turned sad as he thought of his mother. She had looked so ill when he left... he had a bad feeling about it. A very bad feeling. What if his mother did something foolish? It wouldn't be much unlike her. She was a fool, but she was still his mother. "Now please, may I be excused?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

***

Christopher laughed softly as he watched the child, smiling sadly and tilting his head. It made him sad to see Crisella deserting him like this sometimes, when she otherwise cared about him so much. He knew she was trying her best but... perusing him truly shouldn't be her first objective. She had a child now, and the boy should be more important to her than Christopher. He sighed as he racked his hand through his hair and his thoughts wandered to his nephew. He was annoying, not to mention truly a brat. Yet he couldn't help like feeling as though he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. Christopher did not know what it was, but he was sure it as something. He wanted to help the child too, but wasn't sure how he should be able to do that. He wasn't even sure if he could. Of course the child must have a hard time, even if he didn't show it. His father had died, after all... and shortly after he had been sent to a strange and an entirely different continent. Maybe this was Marcel's way of dealing with things... or so Christopher wished to believe. He really didn't want to think that such a cute little boy truly was such a brat... then again. Crisella was a very cute girl, and she acting a brat more often than not. "This sucks," Christopher said with a sigh.

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Crisella was shocked by his response and weakness to being hit and, no matter what he thought, he had deserved it. She knew that he wouldn't have listened to her words, simply thrown them away and ignored them. At least her hitting him would make him realize that she didn't appreciate him or his words in /her/ home. Well, it wasn't really hers, but she still considered it so. "Listen, Marcel, you can act that you're the poor little child who has been shipped off to his uncle's against his will, but my words weren't about to get your attention because you disappreciate me. However, I don't appreciate you calling me rude names..." She trailed off and glared at him for a moment before picking up the chocolates which he had dropped and shoving them back into his hands. "Hitting you was my way of saying 'stop playing games with me.'" She growled at him, able to see the sadness in his eyes. In all honesty, she did feel fairly awful for hitting him, but there was no way in hell she was about to show him her sympathy in the moment.

Marcel's question shocked her even further as he asked to be excused, and she didn't even respond to it; but, simply turned away and left to continue on to the kitchen. As much as she hated the child, she also knew his pain in being left at someone else's home with whom they were not even close to. Hadn't she had that happen when she was a baby? What about being kicked out of his home? That counts too. Whether he would believe it or not, this little encounter earned him an ally in the sometimes vicious world of Appaloosa Plains.

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Melody shook her head at Chelsea's offer. "Daddy is taking me to see my horsey and then we're going to take him over to Alyssa's for something. I guess she bought him..." She trailed off at the mention of Alyssa buying him off the current owner because she loved Alyssa, but that would mean Darrin would become one of the practice horses for kids who wanted to learn English riding and she didn't really like that idea. It simply was not okay with her to lose Darrin as /her/ horse. "Have fun, though!" She giggled as she began walking back to her room yet again.

"Well, I don't think I do. Have fun with Amber." Will grins as he kisses her back and watches Amber follow her out, shaking his head. He closes the door behind himself before walking into the kitchen and grabbing some leftovers.

Amber obediently followed Chelsea out to the car without making a comment. She could already tell that this shopping trip would be miserable and nothing like those which her mom and her had had. Those had surprisingly been fun because her mom would help her pick out the most darling accessories and shoes to match with the dresses they had bought online together.

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He listhened to her in silence before smiling at her innocently, boyishly. "Oh my, is the lady denying the little child his games? How cruel..." he said with a mischievious glnt in his aqua eyes before turning serious when she didnt repky at his last question and pushed the chocolate box into his hands. He gave her a slight nod of respect; a thing he would not do often and surly would never admit by words, before starting to make his way down the corridor again. Stopping momentarily, though still having his back turned to her, he shifted his head slightly so he was looking at her sideways. "Thank you... Crisella. If you continue working hard, you might just yet achieve your goal," he said softly, smiling slightly, knowingly, as he dissapeared into the library.

Marcel was sat down on the floor of the library, surrounded by books as he red one of them, a bored expression on his face. All traces of his earlier pain and softness were gone, and the spoiled brat was back. "Boooooooooreeeeeeed...." he groaned, tossing the book against the wall and standing up. "I hate this..." he muttered, "It was far too predictable that she would die in the end... so pointless and tediously time consuming." Sighing, he was just about to look through the other book tiltles, as he suddenly hears someone clear his throat behind him.

"Mhm." Marcel blinked and turned around to see the butler standing there, holding a silver plate with a letter placed on it. Jonathan smiled at him apologetically and bowed slightly before saying. "Excuse me for I interrupting, young lord... a letter for you has just arrived. The butler continued holding the plate as he watched Marcel's reaction.

Marcel merely reached out his hand and grasped hold of the letter, wordlessly. He had a slight, bad feeling about what this letter may concern. It was nothing he knew for a fact, but it was one of those hunches you can sometimes get. Nearly holding his breath, he tore open the envelope of the letter and pulled the paper out; it was handwritten in a beautiful and tidy cursive style. Marcel would reckon I've that handwriting everywhere; his perfectionist uncle Adrién.

As he read through the latter, his expression went graver and graver; not to mention all color draining from his face. When he was done, though his expression went emotionless he remained pale. Jonathan looked at him sadly. "You have my regrets," the butler said quietly before walking out, leaving the young lord on his own.

Once he was alone, Marcel shredded the letter to pieces and walked out from the library; leaving the mess of books spread out on the floor and letter pieces behind him. Seeing no one nearby, he started running until he found his room, quickly slipping inside and then shutting the door behind himself. There he slid down along it into a sitting position and felt tears starting to roll down his cheek, though he cried silently. Hugging his knees to his chest, he whispered.

"I did expect it... I did... and yet I was wrong. My life could become worse..."

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Amber sighed as she pulled herself into the car and listened to Chelsea's ramble. She wasn't exactly excited to be living with them, especially after the not-so-warm welcome she received. "On occasion, I am known to ride ponies still and sometimes entered in cart shows with little shetland ponies back home. However, here there does not seem to be as much of a demand for such sport, so I am unsure of what I shall do with my time." She mentioned in a soft tone, still melodic like a child's in texture and yet improperly mature for her age. She sat in the car with her head facing straight forward and her back just as straight with her hands sitting on her lap, the right over top of the left, with her legs leaning to one side as her feet found the left corner against the car seat most appropriate. Anyone who saw her would have thought she was some sort of woman directly out of the royalty of England or something.

As Chelsea asked her where she preferred to shop, she realized this shopping trip would be rather odd. "It is expected for mother and I to shop only for matching shoes and accessories. We have found it best to find the top-quality dresses online, then match them with accessories from stores nearby. However, I have yet to see any stores I would like..." Amber trailed off in her thought for a moment before deciding what to add onto that. "I suppose there are stores which you often shop, yes?" She asked softly, tilting her head and glancing sideways over at her ever so slightly out of curiosity.

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Crisella heard Marcel's words and smiled softly to herself. She had no intention of doing anything besides succeeding in winning over Christopher's heart. However, how did Marcel know that? And since he did, why doesn't Christopher just let something happen between the two of them? There was no way anyone could ever find out about it. She sighed as she entered the kitchen and saw her son nomming happily on the candy which Christopher had likely given to the child to calm him. "You know, candy isn't good for him all the time..." She mentioned softly as she stole her son back from Christopher and kissed his cheek. "Who's my cutest Ardie ever?" She giggled as she rubbed her nose against the spot she had just kissed on his cheek. He cooed at her and put his hand on her cheek as he grinned from ear to ear. "Aww, Christopher, isn't he adorable?" She asked him softly, looking up to her love with bright eyes.

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Christopher sighed as she kissed his cheek and then smiled slightly at her words. "Oh come on, you're really going to teach me about parenting?" He arched an eyebrow and shook his head, "besides, it's not as if I gave him sweets all the time. Just sometimes," he commented, tilting his head as she watched the two of them. achristopher couldn't help but smile. They were so cute together. He was just about to reply to her question when she looked at him with those eyes. For a moment he froze, incapable of neither speaking nor reacting in any way. When he caught himself standing there like an idiot, he could feel himself starting to blush slightly and then cleared his throat.

"Of course he is," he said softly, shaking his head in order to shake that strange feeling off.... yet it didn't help. The feeling didn't go away; it hadn't for a year. Sighing softly he stuffed his hands in his pocket and leaned against the wall, watching her. "Crisella, you have to stop it..." trailing off, he noticed Jonathan had entered the room, once again holding a silver platter with a letter. Christopher frowned slightly as the butler bowed politely.

"Excuse me, my lord... there has arrived a letter from your brother in law. It is regarding your sister.... you may want to find your nephew," he said gravely, giving Christopher a sympathic look as he took the letter from the plate and opened it, starting to scan through it. As he read, much like Marcel... he became paler and paler, his hand starting to shake slightly until he finally dropped the letter to the ground. "Oh god..." he whispered.

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Crisella giggled at his comments and shook his head, maybe he knows more about parenting, but still... Ardonel is her son and she doesn't want him to have too many sweets. She was keen on watching his every movement, and, although she had heard his words before Jonathan's entrance, they hadn't really meant much to her. She hadn't done anything after all, so how could she stop doing whatever it was that he thought she was doing?

Looking between Christopher and Jonathan, she could tell that whatever was in the letter was not good news. So, as it fell to the floor, Crisella found herself placing Ardonel down to pick it up and scan it herself. After reading it, she glanced over at Christopher, unable to feel more for him or the young boy probably also just receiving the same news. She wanted to hug him, but knowing how it would anger him, she avoided that and placed the letter on the table before picking her son up once again. "U-uhm... If you, umm, wanna talk..." She started, but stopped herself and looked down at the floor in order to avoid his eyes.

Ardonel couldn't understand what was going on and really didn't understand anything on that note, other than it made his mommy sad. His eyes darkened slightly as he was picked back up by her and he clung to her, afraid that something was wrong. However, he really couldn't understand what it was, even as he stuck the sucker back into his mouth to eat.

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Christopher didn't look at her as his expression went dark and his eyes watered slightly, though he did not cry. You would never see him cry. Quickly blinking before any tears had a chance of coming, he shook his head and started to walk out. What was there he could talk to her about? Christopher didn't think she would understand the pain of losing family like this. How could she possibly? She had not lost any real family herself. He passed the butler without uttering even one word, and started up the staircase towards his room... when he suddenly stopped and headed to Marcel's room instead. Gently, he gave the door a knock.

For a moment it was as though everything and everyone inside the room was holding its breath, and Christopher even doubted Marcel was there. Then he suddenly heard the young boys voice, and though Marcel tried to hide it, Christopher could hear his throat was tight with emotion. "I-I'm not here..." his nephew replied and Christopher could hear as well as feel something slump against the door. Probably the boy himself. The thud wasn't heavy but loud enough to have been something more than a pillow, and to soft to be anything hard.

The black haired man sighed, looking down as sorrow flashed through his eyes. "Marcel..." he said softly, "I know it is hard. I know how it feels to lose your parents... I lost mine as well. You know that... your mother must have told you. But everything will be fine, I promise..." he said softly, hearing the boy thud against the door once more.

"You know nothing, Christopher... nothing... now leave me alone, old man... don't you have some stupid girl to deny or something? Just leave..." Marcel said flatly, almost sounding rage filled. Surprised by the boys change of tone as well as words, Christopher took a step back and stared at the door for a moment. How did Marcel know? Christopher had told him about Crisella, but nothing of their relationship. Besides, he didn't have a reason to be angry. Narrowing his eyes and shaking his head he turned around and started down the corridor. "Oh God..."