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"Monsieur Bellerose, ce qui est enceinte? Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?" -Maddi
"Quoi--?"Wes turned a surprised gaze on the girl, lightly touching his painted cheek with fluttering fingertips.Well...That's, uhm, not a question he was... expecting... ever. He doesn't have children himself, and -- Oh, Grace, you're so lucky he loves you."Ah, oui..." He knelt down, taking Maddi's hands in his with a ginger smile. "Pourquoi cette question?"
"Monsieur Bellerose! Monsieur Bellerose! Devinez ce qui est aujourd'hui! Il est mon anniversaire, Monsieur Bellerose!" Maddi squealed, tugging at Wes' sleeve.
Oh!!!Wes smiles brightly at the girl, not hesitating to lean over and catch her in an enthusiastic embrace, hoisting her up in his arms."Ah! C'est vrai? Bien!" He gently bounced Madeline up and down, tilting his head. "Joyeux anniversaire! Quel âge, cette année?"
Maddi very gently reaches up and grabs Uncle Wes' hand with her tiny hand. "Bonjour!"
!!Good!!!Wes smiles and gently closes his hand around Maddi's, squeezing lightly."Coucou!"
Maddi pulls at Wes' sleeve. She wants picked up it seems! "Voulez-vous venir me chercher, Monsieur Wes?" She asks in a sleepy voice. Maybe she just woke up from a nice christmas nap? "Maman est trop malade pour, aujourd'hui."
"Ah... Bonjour, Madeline." Wes smiled down at the child, his voice soft; he seemed happy to see the little girl. Without hesitation, upon being asked, the mime leaned over to pick her up and hoist her high into his arms, bouncing her a touch once he had. Despite his delight in this, worry crossed his features at the mention of Grace.Still, he did not press it. He didn't wish to upset the girl."Joyeux Noël!"
"Monsieur Wesley...." Grace said hopelessly, sitting beside wes.
Oh! Goodness, she scared him. He hadn't been expecting a visit -- but, of course, as always, it was more than welcome.Wes smiled gingerly at the baker, turning to get a better look at her. She didn't seem to be doing terribly well; although the mime had no intention of mentioning it, for fear of coming off as rude. "Ben... coucou, Madame! Comment ça va?"
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♣Child:
Maddi was immediately suspicious of the woman before her. Maman did not forget things.
She violently shook her head. And screamed for her mother. She really didn’t want to be left alone with this woman.
“Maman does not forget things!”
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Winifred jumped as the girl screamed, starting to panic.
❝N-No! Don’t...❞
Oh what the hell...
Shadowy hands sprouted from the ground and took the girl in a tight, cruel grip.
If this little brat is so dependent on it’s mom that it’s hardly willing to trust anyone.
She really would rather not capture Maddi this way. But with her acting difficult, and Winifred's patience drained with gravity of her mission, suppose this was the best way... Even if the mother happened to arrive right at this moment, it’d probably be too late.
For a moment, the blonde’s pale blue gaze darkened as they began to drag the girl away, a look of mingled rue and annoyance. ❝You give me no choice then.❞
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@gracethebreadstick:
Grace frowned. “Who are you.” She asked gently. Something was way off here. Something was horribly wrong. Grace could feel her hair standing on end.
“What if I do not want to hear it.”
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❝Why do you automatically consider it a bad thing dearest?❞ From the cover of darkness, she simpered, ❝I haven’t even made my proposal yet! Why don’t you hear me out first and then make your decision.❞
She’ll have to choose her words carefully for this one. If this didn’t work, there must be something else she could use against her.
❝How would you like to be a queen?❞
Grace places a catcoon in wes' arms. "Look! The kitten you gave me is getting big!"
Wes blinked in surprise at the catcoon was placed in his grasp, looking down at it with a curious smile. It was one of Duchess' litter, he knew that! He remembered giving the feline to Grace when it was just a kitten.He nods enthusiastically at her, grinning brightly.
