A call from Dnara [Gwyn]
Jan. 30th, 2005 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palacechristian.
“Hello?”
“Happy Birthday, little brother.”
“Gwyn! You’re . . . thirty seconds early, sweetie, I still have two mouthfuls of coffee left.”
“I can wait.”
“Oh, very funny, doll. And a Happy Birthday to you, too. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Radiant. Glowing. Motherly. Covered in baby goop and loving it. You?”
“Same. But without the motherly and the goop. So, what did you get for your birthday?”
“Ah, you know me and my priorites too well. Let’s see . . . Well, father sent me this absolutely divine coat! It’s completely gorgeous and of course I look completely gorgeous in it. At least, Chris says I do. He gave me flowers, roses naturally, and a rather nice diamond bracelet. Mother gave me bath salts, a new cover for my com and, ah, the Princess Royal’s lodge.”
“Ooh, I bet that made your eyes shine, you avaricious little minx. Always had a yearning for that vine-covered cottage if I remember correctly.”
“Well, yes. And it is not vine-covered, nor is it a cottage and you know it. Now I have somewhere to take the twins out of the city. It’ll be a lovely getaway, so close to the lake. What about you, darling? What did you get?”
“Oh, I’m pretty light-on this year, what with Craig gone all rustic on us and Orlando still off jumping out of planes and sticking his head in furnaces or whatever it is he’s doing.”
“He’s what? Not again! I thought I told him . . . Oh, never mind. I’ll have a few words to say to that young man when next I see him! Father must have given you something, Christian.”
“Oh yeah. He gave me a boat.”
“A boat? What kind of boat?”
“Sixty foot motor launch and a note about not driving too fast.”
“Oh dear, pardon me. My croissant just went down the wrong way. . . A motor launch? Lucky boy. What was that? I didn’t catch it.”
“I said, the mint released a commemorative coin with my bloody face on it.”
“Oh, that’s marvelous! . . . Christian! Don’t swear!”
“Sorry, doll. I forgot who I was talking to there for a second.”
“Hmm. . . . Oh. What about your boyfriend? He must have given you something, surely.”
“Ahh, bit difficult at this hour. Johnny’s not here right now. He’s gone back to Liam’s for more classes.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Gwyn?”
“Sorry. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You’re . . . umm . . . boyfriend. You sound serious. Are you?”
“Gwyn, don’t start.”
“I am not starting! Honestly Christian, I was just . . .”
“Gwyn!”
“All right. Forget I said anything. And pardon me for breathing while you’re at it.”
“Please doll, not today, okay?”
“I said sorry and I am. When are you coming to visit? See the babies.”
“I could ask you the same question. I know dad would love to see them and he’s been trying to get away but . . . You could come here, you know. Take a little time away from being you?”
“I suppose . . .”
“Orlando could fuss over them and dad could see them and boast about them and I could teach them how to blow raspberries at their mother . . . You could meet Johnny . . . and Harry.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.”
“That’s good enough. We really would love to see you.”
“Uh-huh. Batten down the hatches, because Gwyneth’s on her way?”
“That was years ago! Besides, it was Craig not me!”
“Horrid boy!”
“Skanky girl!”
"Prat!"
"Wuss!"
“Oh dear. I have to go, honey. It's nap time.”
“Yeah. Getting old, aren't we.”
“The twins, Christian!”
“I figured. Bye, doll. Happy birthday.”
“You too, love. Be good.”
“Hello?”
“Happy Birthday, little brother.”
“Gwyn! You’re . . . thirty seconds early, sweetie, I still have two mouthfuls of coffee left.”
“I can wait.”
“Oh, very funny, doll. And a Happy Birthday to you, too. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Radiant. Glowing. Motherly. Covered in baby goop and loving it. You?”
“Same. But without the motherly and the goop. So, what did you get for your birthday?”
“Ah, you know me and my priorites too well. Let’s see . . . Well, father sent me this absolutely divine coat! It’s completely gorgeous and of course I look completely gorgeous in it. At least, Chris says I do. He gave me flowers, roses naturally, and a rather nice diamond bracelet. Mother gave me bath salts, a new cover for my com and, ah, the Princess Royal’s lodge.”
“Ooh, I bet that made your eyes shine, you avaricious little minx. Always had a yearning for that vine-covered cottage if I remember correctly.”
“Well, yes. And it is not vine-covered, nor is it a cottage and you know it. Now I have somewhere to take the twins out of the city. It’ll be a lovely getaway, so close to the lake. What about you, darling? What did you get?”
“Oh, I’m pretty light-on this year, what with Craig gone all rustic on us and Orlando still off jumping out of planes and sticking his head in furnaces or whatever it is he’s doing.”
“He’s what? Not again! I thought I told him . . . Oh, never mind. I’ll have a few words to say to that young man when next I see him! Father must have given you something, Christian.”
“Oh yeah. He gave me a boat.”
“A boat? What kind of boat?”
“Sixty foot motor launch and a note about not driving too fast.”
“Oh dear, pardon me. My croissant just went down the wrong way. . . A motor launch? Lucky boy. What was that? I didn’t catch it.”
“I said, the mint released a commemorative coin with my bloody face on it.”
“Oh, that’s marvelous! . . . Christian! Don’t swear!”
“Sorry, doll. I forgot who I was talking to there for a second.”
“Hmm. . . . Oh. What about your boyfriend? He must have given you something, surely.”
“Ahh, bit difficult at this hour. Johnny’s not here right now. He’s gone back to Liam’s for more classes.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Gwyn?”
“Sorry. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You’re . . . umm . . . boyfriend. You sound serious. Are you?”
“Gwyn, don’t start.”
“I am not starting! Honestly Christian, I was just . . .”
“Gwyn!”
“All right. Forget I said anything. And pardon me for breathing while you’re at it.”
“Please doll, not today, okay?”
“I said sorry and I am. When are you coming to visit? See the babies.”
“I could ask you the same question. I know dad would love to see them and he’s been trying to get away but . . . You could come here, you know. Take a little time away from being you?”
“I suppose . . .”
“Orlando could fuss over them and dad could see them and boast about them and I could teach them how to blow raspberries at their mother . . . You could meet Johnny . . . and Harry.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.”
“That’s good enough. We really would love to see you.”
“Uh-huh. Batten down the hatches, because Gwyneth’s on her way?”
“That was years ago! Besides, it was Craig not me!”
“Horrid boy!”
“Skanky girl!”
"Prat!"
"Wuss!"
“Oh dear. I have to go, honey. It's nap time.”
“Yeah. Getting old, aren't we.”
“The twins, Christian!”
“I figured. Bye, doll. Happy birthday.”
“You too, love. Be good.”
