Eva has no idea her husband is a creepy ass fuck. (nearlynice) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-09-16 19:25:00 |
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Chopin's Etude Opus 10 Number 3 wafted through the music room of Yaxley manor quite perfectly. Although, given Evangeline's growing size (she had now gained nearly twenty five pounds) it was difficult to find a truly comfortable position at the piano. Still, she was determined to play as she had every day prior since her mother demanded she take up an instrument, so she played through the discomfort and somewhat sore arms. As she reached the end of her etude, a familiar CRACK sounded and Leoben's elf, Gobbo, appeared before her holding a package. "Gobbo apologises for the disruption, Mistress, but this package came for you." Evangeline looked from the package to the elf, and back to the package again. "Very well, place it upon the table." The elf did as he was told and then wrung his hands in anticipation for his next command. "You may go." Evangeline replied, somewhat annoyed with a wave of her hand. Why did house-elves never understand that once they had completed their task, they could go? Why could they not just simply discern their dismissal? Why did they need an actual dismissal phrase? But once the thing that popped away with another CRACK, Evangeline stopped thinking on the subject. House-elves were not worth Evangeline's time and thought. She returned to the piano once again, this time with Chopin's Etude Opus 25 Number 4. The notes came clean and well paced as they should, pleasing Evangeline greatly. She had worried that given her size, her playing would suffer, but surely a challenging piece such as this would not come so easily had her size hindered her in any way. The piece was, thankfully, quite short, and once completed Evangeline chose to give her hands a rest and tend to the package upon the table. It seemed peculiar to her that she would receive a package at all. She had not ordered anything recently, well she had begun ordering things for the nursery, but nothing that would fit in such a small box. Her birthday had long passed so there was little reason to expect a present. Perhaps it was from Christian and Madeline on their honeymoon. She ceased her guessing and merely looked at the note attached. To Eva- A gift for you. -Ben. Ben? Ben had sent her a present? Surely that was most peculiar. Why would Ben send her a gift? It was not her birthday, their anniversary had passed, she had not done anything of much merit recently, why would Ben send her a present? Of course, she would not question her husband's kind, albeit somewhat confusing, gesture. She would merely be grateful that she had been blessed with such a generous and ever-surprising spouse. Evangeline removed the wrapping gently, careful not to tear any of it, and then slowly removed the top of the black box. She peered inside cautiously, tempting herself with the surprise, only to be too pleased at the sight of the tiny silver jewelry box. Reaching in, Evangeline placed it in her palm, allowing her fingers to trace over the design happily. It was lovely. Ben had the most exquisite taste. As she passed the box from one hand to the other, however, she felt something shake inside. Had Ben been kind enough to buy something else for her? Had he truly sent her two presents for no reason? Was there a ball or dinner they were to attend that she had simply forgotten about? Once again, forcing her questions to cease, Evangeline opened the box carefully and peered inside. The brooch that sat upon the velvet lining, caused her to furrow her brow. It was not atrocious by any means, but it merely was not her taste. Placing the box upon the table once more, she lifted the brooch out from its setting to examine it closer. She was not granted the chance to question Ben's present further, however, as her head began to spin and she grew overcome with a feeling of dizziness. The last thing she saw was the brooch and the sight of her hands beginning to turn the most repugnant shade of red before her legs gave way and she fainted to the carpet, her head nicking the side of the table in the process. |