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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 2, 2007 15:40:02 GMT
Row walked back into the house again with Ian. They'd walked back from the funeral in silence and she wasn't sure if he was mad or not. But she knew how she felt. That the coiling and uncoiling of fear in her stomach made her feel like she wanted to be violently sick. Or maybe she wanted to be violently sick for the other reason. She half raised a hand to her mouth, before she realised the wave of nausea was merely from her own sub-conscious.
She half-laughed weakly, hands trembling violently as she hung up her jacket, still determinedly not looking at him. She regretted taking her jacket off shortly afterwards however when she realised Scott had been leaving doors open again and the whole house was freezing. More than usual.
She stopped and allowed a very small smile as she saw a flash of red hair down at the other end of the hall and called out, "Hey chickadee."
She couldn't deny that her niece was a comfort at least and couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she ran down the corridor towards them, "Uncle Ian! Morgan!"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 2, 2007 20:11:30 GMT
I watch her move carefully, the amount her hands shake and how pale and ill she looks, but before I can say anything, Poppy's come running down the hall.
I laugh slightly, "Hey Papillon."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 3, 2007 8:57:44 GMT
She laughs and then puts her hand on her hips, "You've been gone ages! Daddy said he didn't think you were coming back."
"Don't listen to Daddy," She laughs, picking her up and playing with the ends of her hair, "Very silly Daddy as far as Daddy's go."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 3, 2007 11:17:01 GMT
"Oh yeah, silly Daddy," I nod absently, feeling I should agree or something and slipping my hands into my pocket, "Where is he, Papillon?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 4, 2007 7:40:55 GMT
"Talking with Uncle Scott. But it's all private so they sent me away," She sulks, crossing her arms.
She laughs slightly and says brightly, "Well, alright then. You can bother us now instead."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 4, 2007 12:30:54 GMT
"Er...great," I say with false enthusiasm, raising an eyebrow, then half-shoving Row into the living room, "But let's not stand in the hallway, alright?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 5, 2007 16:04:08 GMT
"Nazi." Row murmurs under her breath, heading into the living room and collapsing on the couch, with Poppy on her lap.
"JackJack says you're being silly and there is no nazi's or secret police around!" Poppy laughs, clambering out of her lap and onto the floor, jumping at and clinging to Ian's leg.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 5, 2007 19:24:16 GMT
I laugh, picking her up, "Well, he's right there, Papillon. Promise I'm not a nazi and no one's setting secret police on anyone else."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 6, 2007 11:07:01 GMT
"Okay," She mumbles, burrying her head in his neck as he picks her up, "Why is everybody sad lately?" She asks the room in general.
"Good question, hunn, but shall we not ask at the moment?" She suggests.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 7, 2007 14:10:51 GMT
"Yeah, let's talk about it later, quiet time now?" I suggest with a grin.
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 9, 2007 15:21:12 GMT
"Nice try," She laughs, "You may have tricked us both into playing the silent game once but it shall never happen again!"
Then she sends a sideways grin at Poppy, muttering under her breath, "Nazi."
"Nooooo! He'll set the secret police on us!" She laughs, squirming to be upside down in his arms.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 9, 2007 17:03:22 GMT
I laugh, holding her upside down, "You've traumatised her, Row."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 10, 2007 16:55:11 GMT
"You traumatised her!" She accuses, laughing.
"Put me down!" She laughs.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Oct 10, 2007 20:58:04 GMT
"No can do," I laugh, still holding her upside down.
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