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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ the door slides open quietly under his push, greeting him with the sight of the mansion interior bathed in a golden yellow light -- a welcoming atmosphere. smiles, allowing himself to feel mildly impressed that the decorations were not as atrocious or in excess as the (semi-)disastrous party-meeting in their shared past. the first goal of his evening long-since decided, he gives alyssa a kiss to the forehead, brianna a silent look to communicate his intention & a final murmur of departure to his little brothers before he gently detaches himself from them -- but not for long, he hopes, for they are who he wishes to be around the most tonight -- in search of a certain boy-turned-man (mentally, at least).

is rather glad that there seems to be a distinct lack of them running around, making his search very short & effortless. gives anna a small bow & a polite (but well-meant) smile. ]

Good evening.

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[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ at first he's too busy taking in the scenery (the people, his guests) to properly notice albert approaching, smiling contently to himself as he does so. it is only when his voice reaches his ears that he tilts his head to see who it is, smile widening a tad. ]

Good evening to you as well. [ shifts a bit so that he's half-facing him. ] I'm glad to see you here.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Mm. I must thank you for the invitation.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome. I really wanted you here, after all.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ accepts a drink when a waiter with a tray goes by & takes a sip. ]

I believed it to be a prank, at first.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ laughs kindheartedly at his words. ]

It wouldn't have been a very good prank if it had been.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Quite the contrary.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Oh? And why is that?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

We chose to believe it to be true, did we not?

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[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles warmly, pressing the rim of his glass of champagne against his lips. ]

That's very true.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ takes a moment to observe albert's family, simply taking them in before saying: ]

You have a beautiful family.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ leans back a little to observe them as well, a fond smile crossing his lips. ]

I do.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ circles his gaze back over to him and tilts his head slightly at that smile, secretly feeling pleased at it. ]

How old is your daughter now?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah. Nearing fifteen, I believe.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ lets out a soft "hmmm"ing sound in reply to his answer. ]

She's very polite. [ pauses, his voice taking on more of a playful tone. ] I think I know where she got that from, but I can't be too sure.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ swirls the drink in his glass while his lips twists in amusement. ]

My lips must remain sealed on such a guarded family secret.

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[mothertype.livejournal.com]

I suppose it'll always be a mystery, then.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Oh-! That's right!

[ runs off quickly to the other side of the room, right where the large christmas tree still resides. hurries on back, holding out a rectangular-shaped box tastefully wrapped in reds and greens. ]

It's a bit late, but it's better late than never.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow, but accepts the box with a slight inclination of the head in gratitude. ]

Hm? Would this be for my family or myself?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

For yourself. I have gifts for everyone else, if that's alright.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

You're as generous as I remember.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

To those I care for, yes.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

How did I gain such favour, I wonder?

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ takes a moment to think about his reply, looking off into the groups of people socializing amongst one another. silently decides on one statement to sum up how he feels: ]

Because we are all connected.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ observes him for a moment after hearing that answer before glancing at his family & the growing crowd. takes a sip of his drink. ]

Even before we were conceived, perhaps.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ closes his eyes and relishes in the thought, giving a slight nod of his head. ]

Mm. I think so too.