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Daphne Wexley ([info]daphnelovering) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-06 20:44:00

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Entry tags:aime_laurent, amandine_devereux, charles_hurst, christopher_blake, daphne_wexley, demetri_blake, lucas_blake, lysander_mountford-miles, olivia_blake, tobias_hurst

THE FUNERAL
Subject: Lord John Wexley IV's memorial.
Where: The Wexley family home.
Who: Daphne Wexley
Warnings: N/A
Open to: everyone who would have attended the funeral.


"...Lord John Oliver Wexley IV was buried today, but his spirit will live on in the rest of us... Amen.." finished the priest as he crossed the grave and then there was silence for a few moments. The first noise came from Lady Wexley, letting out a bellow of sobs that was obviously for show but no one would dare confront her about it. Daphne stood in between her brother, Johnny, and Daniel Perkins, trying her best to hold in any emotions that were fighting their way to the surface. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no noise, simply stared straight ahead and made eye contact with no one.

The party moved to the Wexley's family home where the guests were able to meet, discuss, and remember the passing of a very important man. Refreshments had been set up next to a rather large painting of John Wexley IV. Plenty of chairs and sofa's and places for people to sit and converse. Though, the object of the after party was to uplift the deceased and speak about him, but like any other party, everyone had their own objectives as to being there.

Daphne stood at the picture of her father, holding the glass of wine that Daniel had given her, not moving. She didn't to move, show emotion, talk, eat or drink. Knowing, though, that her mother was pretending to be completely beside herself, it was up to Daphne to be the hostess. Thank God for Johnny, though. He took up most of the duties himself.



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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Amandine was surprised when he asked but on seeing his teary eyes she immediately consented and accompanied him outdoors, wondering if he needed to let go of his emotions in private, away from the party. She knew the guests were interested in her being there but she did not allow those thoughts to linger.

"Are you alright?"

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Outside, Lysander took a deep breath and started walking quickly into an area that he could hide behind some trees with her. The tears that had started inside spilled now that he was outside and out of the public eye. Letting go of her hand, he cleared his throat and tried to get ahold of himself, sniffing and wiping his eyes turned away from her.

"Yes.. I'm fine. I just saw the portrait.. and.." more tears fell and he straightened his suit, wiping his eyes again, telling himself to get himself together. "He was one of my mentors. The last of them. I'll be alright."

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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 08:04 pm UTC (link)
It upset Amandine to see him crying, so much so that she immediately put a hand on his arm. Stroking him slowly she wished she could give him a great hug to ease his pain but had no idea whether it would benefit him or not.

"I am so sorry," she said, wanting nothing more than to hold him in his grief. "Perhaps you can become as good a mentor to someone as they were to you. Set yourself that task."

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 08:08 pm UTC (link)
Lysander shook his head. "I have no one to mentor. Eward wouldn't want my help. I just don't see how I... no I could never be as good of a man as they were," he sighed. Feeling her stroking his arm, he looked down at her hand and then at her face. He reached out and caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers and smiled a little. "Thank you for being here."

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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 08:14 pm UTC (link)
"You will find someone," she assured him, believing it whollely. Amandine could not exactly see his years of wisdom wasted - he was a good man, certainly to her and he had suffered so much. Too much, for a man like him, and to have all of his mentors deceased. When he touched her cheek Amandine felt tingles; she put it down to being outside in the breeze but then he loked at her and smiled and... she really shouldn't be feeling this should she?

Closing her eyes she restrained herself and then smiled to him. "I would not stay away."

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 08:20 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't want you to," he breathed. When her eyes closed, he watched her for a moment and then took that opportunity to lean in and press a very soft, barely there kiss. Testing the waters, that's what he was doing. If she didn't get angry at him, then he would kiss her again.

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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Amandines heart jumped into her mouth and for a moment she returned the kiss, becoming lost in the moment until she felt the need to break away. With a breathy voice and placing her hands on his chest for distance she simply said "Lysander..."

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 08:28 pm UTC (link)
"Amandine.." he whispered, his fingers running through the tendrils that had fallen free of her up-do. He took her hands from his chest and held them in his, leaning in for another kiss - slow and gentle still. It was a complete difference from when he had taught her to kiss all those years ago.

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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 08:38 pm UTC (link)
As they kissed Amandine lost all thought; it was only as she felt Lysander's heartbeat that it jogged memories of years ago with her husband and the shock practically shot through her. In a reaction to it she stepped back, almost stumbling.

"No... Lysander I can't..."

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 08:41 pm UTC (link)
In a fog, Lysander stood there, barely realizing that she had just rejected him. His brow furrowed and as it started to dawn on him what had just happened, he felt incredibly embarrassed and stepped back too. "I.. am sorry. Forgive me... We should go back inside now.." he cleared his throat and pushed his hair back in an attempt to reestablish himself. Looking back at her, he offered her his arm as if it never happened, locking the hurt he felt deep down inside.

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[info]bourgeois_girl
2008-06-07 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Amandine was almost ready to burst into tears. Lysander had just opened up a large can of worms, so to speak, and she did not know whether she could handle it. "Im sorry," she whispered, wiping her eyes before taking his arm. Why the hell was she staying true to her husband who was treating her so badly?

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[info]lysandermm
2008-06-07 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Lysander went back inside with Amandine on his arm but he hardly spoke another word. No longer was he the joyful man who spoke so spiritfully of the deceased, but now was just as the rest of the mourners. It was a mixture of things. For one, he had never been turned down by a woman before - married or not. But it wasn't just that. That it was Amandine really stung and he had to clench his jaw to keep from showing that emotion.

He didn't touch any of the food that was presented to him, only drank whatever was offered to him. He'd forget about it.

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