Post by Droiture LeReve on Oct 19, 2011 19:45:29 GMT -5
"Look at our new home, darling. I know it is not much, but it is ours. Ours and only ours." Droiture said brightly, taking his beloved out of his large black Jeep Grand Cherokee and putting her in her small, cutely-patterned pink wheelchair.
Droiture looked at their small home for the first time in person. It was only one story, blue, and small. Perfect for the two of them. He looked down at her brightly smiling face.
"Ma Chere, can you carry a few things in with us?" Droiture asked.
"Of course I can." Annabella answered in her sweet melodic tone.
Droiture smiled and handed her a few small boxes, which she held on her lap as Droiture wrapped a few bags and suitcases around his body and pushed her wheelchair up the front walk, which was made of cobblestone and quite noisy.
"Ugh, remind me to pave that smooth at some point." Droiture said mostly to himself. He vaguely heard a dog barking in the distance. The sound irritated him, and he began muttering to himself in French.
"Now, now, darling. Shush. Shush. Here, let me sing you one of your favorite songs. ima sugu kowashite/sou tsubuyaku no wa/imasara oso sugiru kami e no boutoku..." Annabella began singing one of Droiture's favorite songs, a Japanese song which calmed him down and made it simpler for him to focus.
Droiture's breathing got more even as he rolled the wheelchair into the house and unloaded the boxes off of Annabella's legs.
"I want you to remember, love," Annabella started, "That we are not going to have everything we had in France. And I know, with my condition, is it going to be quite difficult. But please, do not overwork yourself. I love you and do not want to see you hurt."
"I know, my beloved. I know." Droiture said simply, kissing Annabella on the top of her head. "Agh, shut up!" Droiture suddenly screeched, banging his head against the wall forcefully.
"No, no, no! No, darling, no! [Until we're allowed to be free/tsukisasaru PLUG ni modae/motto te o nobashite hageshiku boku wo iyashite okure! Annabella sang desperately, reaching out as far as she could to touch Droiture's arm. Finally, his fit ended, and he laid on the ground.
"Phew.... maybe we should hire a moving company to transport the rest of these boxes into the house, d'accord?" Annabella said.
Droiture could only nod and run his hands through his shaggy black hair, mumbling to himself in Japanese.
Droiture looked at their small home for the first time in person. It was only one story, blue, and small. Perfect for the two of them. He looked down at her brightly smiling face.
"Ma Chere, can you carry a few things in with us?" Droiture asked.
"Of course I can." Annabella answered in her sweet melodic tone.
Droiture smiled and handed her a few small boxes, which she held on her lap as Droiture wrapped a few bags and suitcases around his body and pushed her wheelchair up the front walk, which was made of cobblestone and quite noisy.
"Ugh, remind me to pave that smooth at some point." Droiture said mostly to himself. He vaguely heard a dog barking in the distance. The sound irritated him, and he began muttering to himself in French.
"Now, now, darling. Shush. Shush. Here, let me sing you one of your favorite songs. ima sugu kowashite/sou tsubuyaku no wa/imasara oso sugiru kami e no boutoku..." Annabella began singing one of Droiture's favorite songs, a Japanese song which calmed him down and made it simpler for him to focus.
Droiture's breathing got more even as he rolled the wheelchair into the house and unloaded the boxes off of Annabella's legs.
"I want you to remember, love," Annabella started, "That we are not going to have everything we had in France. And I know, with my condition, is it going to be quite difficult. But please, do not overwork yourself. I love you and do not want to see you hurt."
"I know, my beloved. I know." Droiture said simply, kissing Annabella on the top of her head. "Agh, shut up!" Droiture suddenly screeched, banging his head against the wall forcefully.
"No, no, no! No, darling, no! [Until we're allowed to be free/tsukisasaru PLUG ni modae/motto te o nobashite hageshiku boku wo iyashite okure! Annabella sang desperately, reaching out as far as she could to touch Droiture's arm. Finally, his fit ended, and he laid on the ground.
"Phew.... maybe we should hire a moving company to transport the rest of these boxes into the house, d'accord?" Annabella said.
Droiture could only nod and run his hands through his shaggy black hair, mumbling to himself in Japanese.