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Aimé Laurent (tigersatthegate) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-09-26 07:40:00

Entry tags:

aime_laurent, augustin_laurent, plot

Aimé Laurent: The Funeral.
Subject: The Funeral.
Who: Aimé Laurent
Where: The Embassy Chaple.
Warnings:None
Open to: Everyone

Fittingly it was a cold day. The air was crisp, and the sky cloudy and the coffin the best that they could afford. The body should have been entombed in France, in the family plot, but at least there was a little comfort to be taken in the form of the Catholic ceremony. His father would have been proud of that, although it would cost dearly one day the sacrfice was worth making.

Aimé was numb. He knew there were things he should be feeling, thinking but he couldn’t begin to comprehend that tomorrow he would get up and his father wouldn’t be there. It had been a week already but with the arangments for the funeral he had been distant from his emotions, preocupied with organising.

Tomorrow. There would be so much to do tomorrow. To think about. But not now, now he had to show a united front with Antoine, greet those who had come to pay their last respects and put off grieving for another day.

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theotherlaurent
2008-09-28 03:07 pm UTC (link)

Augustin had entered the chapel but stayed in the shadows. He didn't relish a confrontation in here or during the service, but he did have a right to be there and wanted to say good-bye to their father as much as Aimé or Antoine. He pulled his over coat around him, the day a cool one, chilly even inside.

He kept his head down as he kept sight of the coffin. It had been increasingly hard to maintain his composure, especially within the Embassy. His talks with the Ambassador had done nothing to help that either. He was caught between a rock and hard place, between wanting to .do what was right in his heart and do whatever it took protect his family

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	tigersatthegate 2008-09-30 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	Aimé glanced around the chapel, trying to work out who he knew and who he did not. He was suprised by the number of people who he couldn't name, or whom he knew only by sight. His father appeared to have been a very popular man. He wondered if Augustin, wherever he was, knew of their father's death or if he even cared. (Reply to this) (Parent)

ex_the_ambas216
2008-10-02 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Léon had taken a break from the paperwork that littered his desk and decided to take a stroll. Well, that is what it might have appeared but there was nothing so casual about what he did. He had lit a cigarette, and with his ink-stained hands clasped behind his back he made his way down towards the chapel and it's open doors, finishing off his cigarette as he lingered on the threshold, watching those who mourned within.

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	tigersatthegate 2008-10-02 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	Aimé frowned, unable to believe the gall of the ambassador to show up here, at this time. Very well, it was his embassy and thusly his chapel but still of all the days. With what Aimé had had to promise... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_the_ambas216 2008-10-02 04:13 pm UTC (link)
	The Ambassador had noticed the young man watching him, and dropped his cigarette onto the stone step, quenching it with his heel before entering the church and giving Aimé a nod. "A good turn out, Monsieur Citoyen." He commented, with another glance around. "Both of your brothers and even more of our countrymen. No doubt your father is sorely missed by all." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tigersatthegate 2008-10-04 08:12 am UTC (link)
	"Thank you for your kind words, sir." Aimé said, although he felt the words were anything less than kind. "I didn't realise you would be comming today, given your difference of opinion with my father." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_the_ambas216 2008-10-05 05:20 pm UTC (link)
	Léon could not help but smile. "That does not mean I can not pay my respects, does it not? Nor does it mean that I might not speak to you, or your brother. It is only a pity your father did not live to see his family make the headlines." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tigersatthegate 2008-10-05 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	Aimé glanced up at him angrily. "What do you mean about making the headlines? And I doubt you have any respects to pay." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_the_ambas216
2008-10-05 05:29 pm UTC (link)

"No, no respects, certainly." He said, still with the same smile, "Not least to traitors to France. But I am sure you remember our last conversation? At your Lord Hurst's entertainment?" He asked, pausing and pulling out a letter part-way from his pocket, addressed to the editor of the Herald, before pushing it back into the safety of his pocket. "It is already to send, Monsieur."

	tigersatthegate 2008-10-06 01:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Why are you doing this today of all days?" Aimé hissed, trying not to draw attention, not to show his anxiety. "Please don't talk to my brother. I cannot remember, as I have told you before. What is this other thing I can do for you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_the_ambas216 2008-10-06 01:44 pm UTC (link)
	"Your hearing is in perfect order, Aimé." Léon said, "Breakfast. It is taken before the day has the chance to grate on one's soul. Don't you agree? At a nice restaurant, or an inn, perhaps? An Inn would be best." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tigersatthegate 2008-10-06 01:49 pm UTC (link)
	Aimé took a step back, throughly puzzled now. "I'm afraid, sir, that I do not quite understand what you want or what you are asking me to do. Although I do know what breakfest is, thank you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tigersatthegate 2008-10-06 04:04 pm UTC (link)
	"What do you mean by that?" Aimé hissed, not ready to let Augustin walk away - not after saying something like that, not after Aimé had so many things he still wanted to say - wanted to scream at him - "Are you just going to walk away again? Not even going to tell Antoine you're back in the country or did you just feel like hurting me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)