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Good day mes amis

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SEND ME YOUR HEADCANONS FOR MY MUSE AND IF I LIKE IT I'LL ACCEPT

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Poke my muse, and see how they react.

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Bonjour to my new follower as well

Please feel free to come and approach me with asks or thread ideas

That goes for all of you

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Madeleine stayed in her chair for a moment consumed by her own grief before she rose and followed him. His dark silhouette against the tree was easily spotted. She knew the tree well enough, she sometimes came here to speak to Sasha. Sasha who had loved her son even when she herself could not. 

Tears burned hotter in her eyes as she heard his words travel back to her on the breeze. He hated her, oh he had every right to of course but to finally hear proof. A choked sob escaped her and she crumpled to the ground, hand clutching her heart. All this waiting had being for naught, he had returned only to be unable to forgive her.

Reviennent à moi : {Erik} {Madeline}

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Mama? //not sure if I sent you something or not yet~ Ignore me if I have. x

(( You haven’t and I haven’t being ignoring you, I’ve being offline :) ))

Erik, what is it?

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How odd. The woman was shocked to see him, as Erik imagined. Only her shock seemed to be of pleasant surprise! This is not what Erik had come for! He wanted her to be sad and regretful. After all, it was hell she had forced him into! He had no choice to flee from her, and yet here she was now inviting him back inside. In one hand he carried a valise, but his other hand still floated in front of him from the knock. He soaked in the sight of her. This was his mother! Her voice had not changed, but her eyes were sad despite her promising tone. Behind this new woman, Erik could sense the ghost of her former self when they still had each other.

"Yes, thank you." He mumbled, staring at her as he walked passed. When he completely entered the room his gaze shifted to the interior of the home.

Nothing had changed.

Without waiting for her approval, Erik slowly progressed inside. As if he were in a trance, he shuffled in and stared up at the banister. He remembered all the times he watched the door waiting for his mother to come home, every time he dropped items, or spiders into visitor’s shawls.

"Where is Marie?" Erik asked innocently, finally glancing back to his mother.

Madeleine watched as he moved into the house, trying to take him in. He'd rapidly grown so tall as a child and it seemed he hadn't stopped once he'd run away. He now towered above her, still as skinny and bony as a skeleton and all the grace of a cat. She had changed, Erik it seemed had not.

She followed him as he moved through the house, nothing had changed since he had left . Oh things had faded and dulled but it was all the same, from the rug on the floor to the chandelier from the ceiling. She'd not had any heart to change things without him there.

"Marie is somewhere in the village, she calls in occasionally to make sure I am alright," Madeleine indicated the sitting room, "come and take a seat. I'll fetch some tea and you can tell me why you have finally returned home." 

Boscherville. // Motherofamonster

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Madeleine frowned, there was something about the girl that radiated a scared child, panicked and afraid of the big, bad world. She had merely tried to comfort her but it seemed to have made the girl shrink more into herself.

"Take my arm, I'm a little unsteady," she said, offering her arm to the younger woman, "my name is Madeleine, if we are going to be walking partners we should introduce ourselves after all." She smiled kindly at the girl, hoping to relax her somewhat.

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A flinch resumed the assuring touch of the woman’s hands upon Meg’s shoulders and apologies fell from her lips flipping between French and English as she panicked somewhat. “Oui, an accident."

Continuing to withdraw into herself, Meg nodded at her words, knowing she did sound rather ridiculous worrying. Only when a too heavy silence cloaked them, did she look up. “Why, yes, I walk that way. It would be no problem to accompany you, madame. After all, you are right."

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"I couldn't leave," she sighed and looked at him through watery eyes. Had he left to make her happy? She felt even more like she had failed him. "The night you left he asked me to go with but I refused to leave you, I realized just how much I loved you. After you disappeared, he came back once to see if I had changed my mind. That time I couldn't because I hoped you would come back."

Her voice wavered, "how could I be happy when I had failed my son?"

Reviennent à moi : {Erik} {Madeline}

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It had being so long since Erik had left, so many years alone. Madeleine could have left the house, moved away and tried to make herself a new life but she couldn't. She clung to a vain hope that he would return and she would be here when he id. All these years, she grew older and older, but that hope never quite left her.

When the knock came she was surprised, Marie had long since gained a key of her own; worried about her friend and slowly becoming her nurse as well. She moved slowly to the door, a shadow now of her former beauty, and opened it before letting out a noise of surprise, "Erik?" Could it really be? "Come in, please."

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It was a new world being married. Erik rather enjoyed it, besides the occasional confusion. He sometimes became the student to Christine; She was teaching him how to be a proper spouse. There were never any announcements about their marriage, for certainly if there were: Someone would try to take his wife away! They all thought he was a monster, incapable of love, to be loved. His own mother… Now there was a thought. How would his mother respond to this new information. Erik played with the idea in his head… The look on her face, the shocked exclamations! How rich the dream was. Well than again, his mother should know. She in fact had the right! What turned out to be a joke became reality. Erik packed for his travels, and said good bye to Jules, and Christine.. .Even the daroga would not come on this trip! This was business between him and his mother. If anyone needed him, he would be in Boschersville. Upon his arrival, he noticed his house was duller than he imagined. Time had faded its presence, and he wondered what time had done to his mother. After instinctively reaching for his mask (he certainly would not want to be caught without it), he politely knocked on the door.

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// Can I pour excitement out over the fact I go to see Lion King on Tour in a week on Friday

And Les Mis in London 2 weeks on Saturday?

Yes

Yes I can

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She smiled but it was full of sadness, "it is all the same when you are alone. I lost you from my life with the intention of raising Erik properly. And then he left too.  And I am alone. I can leave now if you do not want to see me...."

Although she didn't want to, perhaps it was the best way. Perhaps she was always supposed to be alone.

"You didn't lose me, I left. I could not bear witness to what was happening and so I left."

It hurt to admit he'd given up that day, waved the white flag and surrendered with what dignity he'd been allowed.

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Madeleine smiled softly, placing a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder when she saw her hang her head, "it was an accident, mademoiselle, no blame to be had on either side." The trace of French accent that slipped out made her smile a little more to hear that hint of home.

"I'm aware this is unsafe," she paused, realizing the unintentional harsh tone to her voice and toning it down, "it's the only way I'm aware of to get back to where I am staying," she pointed towards the distant lights. "Perhaps, if your lodgings are along the same way, you would accompany me. We would perhaps be safer together, I don't think it is safe for you either here, non/?"

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Seeing the panic in the other woman’s eyes, Meg hung her head, “Non, non, madame, it was entirely my fault," she assured, her French accent momentarily slipping into her perfected American accent when she realised the older woman was French herself; the actor’s façade slipping momentarily to reveal the broken woman beneath.

Pausing and inhaling deeply to restore her cold armour, she gestured to the pier they were both situated upon. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, madame, but this isn’t the safest place for someone like you to be," she commented, actual concern her motivation to speak to this woman. If anything happened to her like it had happened to Meg herself, she wouldn’t forgive herself.

"I take it you’ve a place to retire?"

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Madeleine frowned then shook her head, "you misunderstood, we did not marry Erik. I refused to leave and so he left for Paris on his own. There are no other children, I never remarried." Her voice held that continued note of sadness, only added to by the heart-wrenching way he spoke. "You are my only child."

Reviennent à moi : {Erik} {Madeline}

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// I'm home and my internet is *knock on wood* working. So time for replies

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// Just dropping in to say I'm home and replies will come along in the morning :)