THERE'S A LITTLE WORLD | ASHLEY | WITH THEM AT THE CENTRE Sept 9, 2021 8:10:58 GMT
Post by MADELEINE ROSE BLACK on Sept 9, 2021 8:10:58 GMT
[attr="class","maddi"]Maybe she could've found a better way to present the news; something far more exotic or extravigant, maybe even had her brother or even Sigrid paint a perfect silhouette of the life growing within or maybe even crafted one of her own. Regardless, her attempts suffered in vein. No art could incapsulate her feeling and present it to another in perfect clarity nor did she want to wait on giddy heels for her father to decipher the miriage of colours circling the heart of her vision. For the first time in her life she lacked the patience; the steadiness and the calm that was her signature. She wished to scream the news from the rooftops, sing songs of joy through the whistling fields of wheat and barley; fall into the grass with symphonies of jovial laughter to keep her company. She wanted memories and moments and pieces of a puzzle placed together to form her dreams - she wanted the little picture in her palms to bring joy to the one person she adored before anyone else. Now they had proof of their little one beyond little red lines she wanted her Papa to know. The once nervous shade of rose that came from the confession of intimacy hushed by excitement for the future - and the soft laughter of a brother of course who thought it silly given her marital status.
"Brrr." She purred with a wide smile, her hands collecting at her upperarms to rub away the chill born from Eastern European air. Theodore had said the new home was warmer. Evidently he was wrong. Madeleine kept her distance from her father as they moved around the sitting room - not intentionally avoiding but rather so exhuberant in her steps that she found herself placed on the far end of the room without so much as a chance of reaching her father by the extension of fingertips. He was going to see right through her, wasn't he? The colour of her complexion and the warmth of her tone denoted bliss. A father alone could make assumptions on the source of such joy but her father, with all of his gifts of deduction and most of all closeness to his daughter? He'd know. Oh well, she thought. As long as he's happy. Mahogany turned upward to meet the sharp blue of her father - a shade she so adored. He remained, however, as unreadable as ever behind that steady smile that he'd always offered her. "Where is Cha- Mother?" She paused, rolling her fingers around the other as she took perch on the far sofa in hopes of finding a segway into the topic she so wished to illuminate. "I've wanted to speak to her so dearly but... we're so different on the surface." Her mother's cold exterior glistened with flecks of regality that her daughter lacked. Her airs were refined and perfectly cut. A mirror of herself shrouded in darkness yet radiant and commanding like the wild seas from which she had hailed. Madeleine saw her own temperament in the heart of her aunt, not the woman who had brought her into the world. "I'm not at all like Dmitiry or Asteria... or even Demyan. I'm worried she ashamed of me." Would she too feel shame if her child grew to be something she did not wish? No, no. She'd love them infinitely and endlessly regardless.
LAIKA OF GS!