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WHEN: Week 04, 'Kiss the Gift Horse'/ Sunday, December 25th, 2008/ 9:01 PM
WHERE: Outskirts of London-- The Valmont residence
WHO: Paris, Illiad, and the Valmont parental units
The tedious navel-tugging sensation finally ceased after what seemed to be a century. Paris felt his feet hit the ground with a solid thud, and he took a sharp breath, trying to make sure to plant himself so he wouldn’t fall over. He turned to make sure that Illiad was still with him, which he was, before looking back at the place they’d arrived at.
The heavyset mahogany door was no stranger to him; Paris had seen it an infinite amount of times in his life. Memories, both good and bad, came flooding into his mind, but his face remained the same- nervous and terribly pale. He didn’t know what to make of the situation. What was he going to say to his father? Paris wasn’t too worried about his mother, but then again, how was he to know how she would react?
He suddenly felt extremely guilty that he outed Illiad to his family- even if it was unintentional.
With a soft sigh, Paris reached for his wand and unlocked the door, sending a quick glance Illiad’s way.
“Are you ready?” he asked, with a nervous chuckle.
WHERE: Outskirts of London-- The Valmont residence
WHO: Paris, Illiad, and the Valmont parental units
The tedious navel-tugging sensation finally ceased after what seemed to be a century. Paris felt his feet hit the ground with a solid thud, and he took a sharp breath, trying to make sure to plant himself so he wouldn’t fall over. He turned to make sure that Illiad was still with him, which he was, before looking back at the place they’d arrived at.
The heavyset mahogany door was no stranger to him; Paris had seen it an infinite amount of times in his life. Memories, both good and bad, came flooding into his mind, but his face remained the same- nervous and terribly pale. He didn’t know what to make of the situation. What was he going to say to his father? Paris wasn’t too worried about his mother, but then again, how was he to know how she would react?
He suddenly felt extremely guilty that he outed Illiad to his family- even if it was unintentional.
With a soft sigh, Paris reached for his wand and unlocked the door, sending a quick glance Illiad’s way.
“Are you ready?” he asked, with a nervous chuckle.