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Post by Arianne Moreau on Jun 23, 2016 16:34:35 GMT -5
1887 "Remy! Slow down!" Arianne called to her son as he darted through the crowds. Her son, four years old now, had so much energy. Much too much for her to keep up with. But she couldn't blame him. He had a big heart and an even bigger smile. His life was full of joy and laughter, despite all the hardships their family had faced recently. She envied him for his innocence. Some days she missed being a child without any worries but to just be happy. They walked through the streets of London, a city Ari was not too fond of herself. It was too big with far too many people. But they were making it work and it had its perks. Much like the playground built near the center of the city. Remy loved going and playing on the beams and slides with the other children in the city. She enjoyed it as well. It was calmly watching the young ones play, listening to the laughter and squeals of joy. She smiled as she watched Remy jump around and make new friends like he'd known them his whole life. She watched as another boy, one with a mop of black hair, fell to his hands and knees in front of her feet. Her mother instincts kicked in and she swooped down to help him up. "Are you alright, sweet heart?" She asked, staring into his baby blues. She noticed a blonde woman approached them and greeted her with a smile. "Is this one yours?"Genie Çaglayan |
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Post by Genie Çaglayan on Jun 23, 2016 20:49:20 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Genie made it into the city with her two young children. Life as a single mother had taken its toll on her, and though she tried not to let it show to Dorian and Meilani, she was tired. She felt like she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since before Dorian was born, and he was now three going on thirteen, it seemed. Her child was precocious and bright, and even on occasion a bit of a deviant, but she figured that most three year olds were. Her daughter was much more reserved than her son, but she was not surprised. Meilani favored her mother's fair skin and hair, but her father's calm and poise.
Today was a rare sunny day in the big city, and she wanted to take advantage of the weather. She tried not to be too anxious in a place like this, but it was hard to let Dorian roam free around the strangers she saw here. If Draven were here she might feel more comfort, but she knew she had to learn to do things on her own without the desire to run home and be alone. She had let her son run off, but he had fallen. Of course he had fallen. She got up and hurried over to him, Mei dutifully following and clinging to her mother's skirts, as well as sucking on her chubby fingers. Genie smiled and nodded in gratitude at the woman who had helped her son. "Thank you, yes. He is quite the adventurer, my son."
She gathered Dorian in a hug, but he hadn't even shed a tear. He was merely squirming out of her grasp to go and play some more with another boy. Genie watched with a smile and gestured to him. "And that one is yours, I assume? It seems they have already taken to each other."
She looked at the woman and lifted her daughter at the same time, resting her on her hip. "My name is Genie, and this is Meilani. My son is Dorian. And you are?" She asked in a polite tone.
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Post by Arianne Moreau on Jun 24, 2016 1:16:44 GMT -5
"That's certainly something I can relate to." Arianne said with a chuckle, looking out at her Remy who had taken to playing with the black haired boy. She looked back at the one. "Yes, that's my Remy. He's four and thinks he knows everything, of course." She said with a dreamy look in her eye. She swears every day that he's the only boy that will ever hold her heart. Every since his father left, when Ari was still pregnant, she hadn't considered loving anyone else. She'd met men and been intimate since then but she didn't give her heart away so easily.
"I'm Arianne. It's nice to meet you." She said, her hand twitching to shake the lady's. But she remembered quickly that women generally don't do that here. Things were very different than in her village. "How old are your children?" She asked, smiling at the little girl holding on to her mother's dress.
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Post by Genie Çaglayan on Jul 7, 2016 16:47:00 GMT -5
Genie laughed and nodded. She knew what it was like to be raising a son who thought he knew everything. "Yes, Dorian is the same. Although I am sure it won't be long before he does know everything. He must get that from his father."
She didn't like to go into detail about her children's paternity because it was so confusing. But she had decided long ago that now that Mehmet was gone, she didn't mind if people knew that Draven was Dorian's father. The only reason to keep that fact secret was for her own name and reputation. And now none of that mattered to her anymore, not as much as Dorian did. He deserved to know his father, even at the expense of her reputation. She didn't care to marry again, so it didn't matter that no man would want her. She was content with her life as it was.
"It is good to meet you as well," she said, sitting on a bench and holding her daughter on her lap. "Dorian will be four at the end of July and Meilani turned two in May. They are quite close together, but we make it through. My husband is...no longer with us, unfortunately." At least that part of the conversation was simple enough to explain, for now.
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Post by Arianne Moreau on Jul 11, 2016 19:45:17 GMT -5
Arianne smiled at the other woman as she spoke of her son. "Oh I'm sure. Boys always do seem to think they know everything, even as gentlemen." Ari said with a chuckle. All the boys in her family, he father included, had been the same. They were a bit hardheaded at times but she knew how to handle them.
"I'm sorry to hear that," She said with a frown to the widow. "Well he made lovely children. I'm sure he would be very proud of them and how you care for them." She commented, looking at the way they were obviously loved. "Would you like to sit and chat with me while the boys play?" She offered, gesturing to the wooden bench overlooking the playground. It'd been a while since she'd had a nice conversation with another mother.
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Post by Genie Çaglayan on Jul 20, 2016 23:06:29 GMT -5
Genie smiled. "No, they never seem to mature as they get older, do they?" She didn't mention that Dorian's father was not a gentleman, and had different rules for how he lived his life. Draven had honor, but it had been in a way she did not understand. At least he would care for his son no matter what, but he was not a gentleman in the social sense of the word, that was for sure.
She nodded at the compliment. "Thank you. He was a wonderful father, and he loved me....you can't really ask for more than that, can you?"
She bit the inside of her lip. There really was no point in hiding the truth from this woman, since she wasn't hiding it from anyone else anyway. And if a stranger thought badly of her, what would it do? She would never have to see her again if things went horribly wrong. "To be honest...he was not Dorian's biological father, though he treated him as though he was...he thought that he was."
She blushed. Even though she had shared her story before, it was still something that brought shame to her. The world she lived in did not look highly upon a woman who had done what Genie had done. And she hated the fact that she had lied to Mehmet. She would never fully make up for that. "Dorian's father is alive and well, though we never married."
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