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the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose ([info]otets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-01-31 01:14:00


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Entry tags:amery wilkes

[Ohh, Mrs. Travers!]
Amery did not believe that there was anybody in the world who enjoyed being pregnant as much as Juliana Natalya did, no matter how she said she despised it. Because if she wasn't pregnant (although having a husband imprisoned for murder also aided in this), how else would she be allowed to toss about obscenities, among many other behaviors, in public with people cooing at her? Amery even began to think that he would throttle the next person who told him what a tragic life his sister must be leading, to have the father of her child be such a cruel wizard.

But being pregnant did not allow a few things for Juliana, and since the mysterious father was nowhere to be found, Amery had stepped into this role both by proxy and by his rightful place as eldest son and person who could get Juliana to cooperate fifty-five percent of the time as opposed to fifty. Thus, he had brushed aside the house-elves and strode right into the library, only to find Juliana a solid woman of her word with a glass of the previously-threatened liquor in one hand.

"Are you trying to kill both myself and your unborn child? Please don't force me to tell you that you have three seconds to put the glass down yourself before I forcibly extract it from you."



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[info]kiska
2009-02-01 05:49 am UTC (link)
"No one knows," Juliana replied with a roll of her eyes. Honestly, just because she'd told her brother didn't mean she was about to shout from the rooftops that she'd fucked her cousin and was now carrying his inbred bastard child. For goodness' sake, she had some shame. Not much, and it was very rare that she exercised, it, but she did have it. "Except Christopher. He knows."

Of course he knew. She had only bitched him out over dinner a week or so after she'd found out about this interesting little development.

Sighing, she leaned against one of the walls of books and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Now will you let me curl up and down the rest of this alcohol over here?"

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