hannah & mark (woodenfans) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-09-23 19:30:00

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Posted for this Friday!

It had been a long, long year for St. Mungo's.

Mark stood with a long flute of champagne in one hand, taking slow, deep breaths. The rearing of the ugly virus' head had given the year a bad, bad start, but here they were. Lives had been lost, but so many had been saved. Mark felt bittersweet about celebrating the year, but he knew events like this needed to be held to keep the hospital running. The donations were used to buy new supplies, potion remedies, and to provide for better training for their healers. Everything was being spun into a positive manner, Mark just wished that it didn't have to be such a lavish event to do so.

"Do you think it's too much?" he said to his wife, looking down at Hannah with a worried smirk. If anything, the night provided a reason for his wife to doll herself and look even more fantastic than she normally did. They deserved a night out, especially now that their trio of children was complete.

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catwhisperer
2013-09-29 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Sorry?"

Max shifted in his seat, a fleeting image of red still lingering within his glossed-over daze. He had just been... Max shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes. That wasn't... he turned fully in his seat, placing himself at Melania's full attention once again.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, shaking his head again slightly for good measure. Max rested his hands in his lap, and reached into the back of his mind to pull anything out of what Melania might have been saying to him in the past few moments. Luckily, he had been listening more than he thought.

"You're worried about Oliver?" Even mention of Melania's youngest brother made Max's stomach drop. An uncomfortable subject he had trying to avoid as of late, but that was difficult to do when said subject lived with you. Max wasn't entirely sure how it had all come about, because it had seemed like one day Oliver just appeared and all of his things along with him as if he had been within Melania's expansive house the entire time. But, that was Melania's family, he had come to learn over the years. Just popping up and out of seemingly random places in the world in connection to almost random people...

Max bit the inside of his cheek. It hadn't been for very long, but he had been sitting on a very delicate piece of information about Melania's baby brother. And he wasn't sure, yet, if it would be appropriate to tell Melania despite it being something he believed she should know.... but it wasn't exactly a secret he should be telling, was it? He had only figured out because, whilst during one of her previous rants about her brother last week she had mentioned how outrageous it was the amount of tattoos Oliver had, including a very old rabbit which he apparently had had for years....

Perhaps Melania was fretting because, a small part of her, already knew?

No, of course not, if Melania actually knew... she didn't. There was no way. Only he, Max Fancourt, was burdened with this new, yet very old, piece of information. And because of this, instead of pressing his friend on further, Max simply swallowed thickly and pressed his brow further in attentiveness and concern.

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fire
2013-10-16 06:05 pm UTC (link)

"Of course I'm worried about Oliver," she said with exasperation, throwing her hands out. "I've only been talking about how worried I am for the last—for—" Melania tilted her head and frowned, as she really could not remember how long she had been speaking, "for a while."

She looked about the ballroom and could not spot the tall, brooding figure of her princely baby brother, who was wholly undeserving of the tile of late. Melania was shocked he had even deigned to attend the gala tonight, but once she'd said, "It's for St Mungo's, Oliver, think of all the sick children you could be helping," it seemed to have done the trick. Likely, her brother was swayed by the idea of preciously small ill children cured by his proceeds from the ticket. And swayed by his sister's wonderfully persuasive abilities, of course.

"I think he must be sick," she announced suddenly, with absolutely no basis for this judgment. "I really cannot think of why else he would be acting so strangely."

When Melania turned back to Max, still aggrieved he was failing to chime in in agreement to her every word, her brow furrowed a bit. "You look a bit sickly yourself. Honestly, what's happened to you this evening?"

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catwhisperer
2013-10-17 12:53 am UTC (link)

Max felt himself pale, and he struggled to string together a believable reply. For himself, or concerning Oliver, he wasn't exactly sure for both felt equally difficult to cover up and avoid; Melania had never taken kindly to his ex-girlfriend, and she most definitely would not react well to the news he was currently harboring about her brother.

"I--" he began, but felt his voice fall short as a wisp of red flashed in the corner of his eye. No, he definitely did not have enough strength to go down that path now.

Grimacing, Max apologized idly to Melania's little brother. He tried as long and hard as he could to keep the secret, but it had become simply too much to withhold from his best friend.

"Melania, I think I might..." Max began, but was soon bristled by a random walker-by. Frowning further, he waited until she had passed to pull his chair forward, scraping it closer to Melania's for a more private exchange. This was sensitive information, news not meant for just any pair of ears. His lips pulled together into another frown, and he continued in a quieter tone.

"It's about Oliver." His hands resting on his thighs began to clam up. "I think I might know what's the matter with him."

His words were met with Melania's expectant eyes, pushing him to go on, so he did.

"Well, I..." he began, but soon thought that was a poor way to begin the story. So, he tried again. "When I was in..." Max tried again, but then felt it wrong to include other select persons in the story. All Melania needed to know was the part about her brother. Max let out a tired anxious sigh, one of his hands going to rest agains the side of his head.

Melania should know, people should know. It was still unclear to him if Oliver even knew, but out of everyone, his family most of all should... shouldn't they? Max sat up straighter in his seat, nodding his head slightly in preparation for the words about to spill out of his mouth. It was for the best, he was sure of that.

He opened his mouth, intent on telling Melania straight out, but his mouth produced and expelled information entirely different than planned.

"Your brother smokes."

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