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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 2:42 am
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"I was beginning to wonder," Meredith replied, taking a sip of her tea as she sat across from her son. Countess Meredith Mercer was the epitome of manners. She was well dressed, her legs crossed, and a pinky raised as she drank and then set the tea cup back down on a saucer she held in her hand.
"Do I want to know about what?" Jeremiah rolled his eyes, far too used to his mother's ribbing. When he had been younger he had not understood her sense of humor but now- Now he knew exactly where he picked up a lot of his personality quirks.
She was clearly the one that Jeremiah had inherited his looks from even if her hair still was more brown than silver. The only difference was that she had dark brown eyes compared to the odd blue-green eyes that her son had gotten from his father. Hearing that he had his father's eyes had always been something of an annoyance when he would have much preferred being compared to his mother.
"Don't play coy with me, Jeremiah Percival." An eyebrow was arched and she watched as he rolled his eyes again. Did she really have to bring out the middle name?
"Perhaps I simply do not want to hear your thoughts on how it is 'about time' or whatever else it is you're going to say." There was a slight definsiveness to him as he spoke and Meredith sighed.
"No, I would never do that to you ..." she sighed. "I was worried more about you being happy than anything else. I was wondering if you would ever find that." Her eyes cast down to her tea cup briefly.
"... mother," he said quietly, picking himself up and going to sit beside her. Jeremiah's arm slid around her shoulders and squeezed a moment before he let go. There was always a respectable distance there but she still appreciated it. "Happiness is not easy, even when Alg and I have - are - going to get married. It's something we work on a day at a time."
"I know but you have clearly learned from my mistakes." Such as marrying a man who ultimately only wanted the wealth and power that came with the family name. One who had been partially responsible for running off her son.
Jeremiah was silent, unable to respond for several moments. Right as he was about to, right as his mouth opened, she held up a finger and shushed him.
"I'll be fine," she told him, "I am merely happy for you." Her brown eyes glinted. "... also that this would probably have put your father into the grave if he were not already there."
That made Jeremiah laugh and she was shaking her head this time. For a moment she leaned her head against her son's shoulders. She was given a warm squeeze before they resumed their respective distances apart.
"Lucille would be thrilled," she added a moment later, her eyes misting. Jeremiah swallowed thickly. "Though she would give you trouble about how long it took."
The silver-haired man nodded. "Father would be having a fit and Lucille would be giving me recipes ..." His lips twitched briefly upwards. "After she's heckled Bob and Alg some, then coming to you to conspire on who knows what ..."
This time is was Meredith chuckling with a nod. They would sit and talk for some time. Mostly catching up but the last parts were about the wedding that would be happening and, as he had thought, giving him two sets of cufflinks that had belonged to his great-grandfather Percival.
"A set for each of you ..." Her eyes were still misty. "After all, he is going to be a Mercer so he should have a family treasure beyond just the ring." It was more than his father had ever gotten and Jeremiah's smile could not have gotten any wider.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 11:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 11:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 7:58 pm
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Alg's grip tightened, pulling close to his husband's side because he knew the other was going to pop Viktor one in mere seconds.
Viktor snapped another photo. He seemed to sense the danger and either thought to capitalize on the violence, capture it on film, or perhaps it was simply an unspoken dare for Jeremiah to just do it- he would not relent.
"Will your daughter be there Mixlin? How old is she now? Maybe time to meet the whole family?? Meet her grandparents?" There was a pause and he didn't even see the change over the other two, "Well- not all of her grandparents."
Alg, at mention of his estranged child, turned stony and white faced. He released Jeremiah in one motion, perhaps unspoken permission to strike, and upon hearing an insinuation about his own mother, surged forward the next. His body seemed to carry itself, against common sense and self control, and the professor was delivering a solid jab straight into Victor's face.
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