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Post by ems on Jan 2, 2016 1:50:33 GMT
"i was about to say-" charlie began sourly, "i wasn't sure anyone would actually agree to wed you." mary fought an amused chuckle, resting a delicate hand on top of ansel's head, stroking his hair lovingly, but in a more platonic than romantic manner. "we were betrothed from a young age. i'm rather certain if ansel had had a choice in the matter he wouldn't have married me, either." charlie felt her face fall, a strange emotion passed through her hazel eyes. betrothed? what year was it? since when did the french betroth their children in the nineteen hundreds?
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Post by jamie on Jan 2, 2016 1:54:46 GMT
"how rude," ansel responded to charlie, faking a little frown. in reality, he didn't take notice of any insults. he knew he could have any girl he wanted on their knees for him if he wanted. he glanced up at mary, before returning to looking at charlie in front of him. "you seem confused, chéri. do you have any questions for us?"
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Post by ems on Jan 2, 2016 1:58:08 GMT
"why were you betrothed?" she blurted out, unable to hold her tongue. "what's the point in betrothing two people in this age? what is this, 1732?" mary caught ansel's swift glance, and turned her vision back to charlie, whom was achingly curious about the whole ordeal. this whole situation was confusing for her, it felt like she was staring at two people whom were long dead, like this was some sort of joke. "well," mary began softly, "close, try a little more than a hundred years later."
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