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Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Hearing the door creak open her fervent prayers ceased, though she kept her head down as she heard voices conversing behind her. Her hands shook slightly as she attempted to calm, the pack sitting at her side in the pew was a bit blurry as her eyes filled with tears suddenly. The fear of an unknown man marrying her was heart breaking, couldn't she be left to find a husband through normal means? Perhaps Josette and Simone were happy about it, she could try but with it being forced upon her like this she felt suddenly trapped. Lifting the rag to her face she dried her eyes and cleared her throat, her stomach was in knots again as the footfalls ended at her side. Swallowing hard she lifted her head to glance forward, not yet at the priest and his companion. Though the man saw fit to show her the way and grasped her chin is his large hands, he stared into her eyes as if searching for something. Clear blue eyes stared up at him , fear filling them slightly though she tried to remain brave. No, I am not sick, She whispered shaking her head free from his grip. Though her stomach tumbled and rumbled. She felt it retch and pressed a hand to it, the stew fighting to come up. It seemed he didn't mind her pulling free from him as he now took her hand. Biting her lip she moved to her feet, one hand gripping his larger, stronger and the other the back of the pew before her. She stood on her shaky legs. He towered above her but she steadied herself and stood and her full height. A tiny bit above 5 feet but not nearly reaching the 5'1 mark. Where are you taking me? She asked him plainly, her eyes moving from this man to the priest that brought her from the ship to here. She secured her jaw in a act of bravery, though she was scared witless. This large man was taking her somewhere. Be open and joyful, she thought, her own words coming back to bite her swiftly. She attempted a smile, lifting the hand not in his to smooth back some of her unruly hair. Why hadn't she thought to clean up a bit, but then looking at him it didn't seem he'd taken much of an effort either.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

He had not much use for the church, but he did for a wife and native women could be difficult to live with. She rose to a shaky stance with the aid of the pew, coming up to his mid chest. Her clothes hung loose from her exceedingly slight frame. He thought it pertinent to not feel her ribs in the presence of a priest, but he could tell how emaciated she was by her bony wrist and despite her protests of being ill, he could tell that she had an uneasy stomach. Her fingers were clean and soft and had done very little manual work in her life. She would have much to learn but she would learn well. Where are you taking me? The question was ignored. Brunet drew in a breath and turned to Father Arsenault. She would need some fattening up but she would do. All right, he nodded. Arsenault looked at her assuredly, persuasively. Please, come, he said and led the two of them to the altar. He turned to Brunet. Do you have a ring? he asked. Brunet shook his head, caught off guard. He hadn't thought of a ring. That's all right, the priest said before stepping over to a small bureau and fetching a handful of small steel bands. I think this one will fit, he selected and handed it to the groom. Brunet turned to his fiance and took her hand. His expression had still not changed, a mysterious cold intensity behind a rigid brow. Do you, Marc-Andr Brunet take this Marie Vignette Jacquelyn de Rouen, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love honor and cherish, until death do you part, amen? Je fais. Do you, Marie Vignette Jacquelyn de Rouen take this Marc-Andr Brunet, to have and to hold ... The church door creaked open once more. It was the toothless man that had earlier rejected scrawny Jacquelyn. Father? I have reconsidered, he announced. Where is she? Brunet's head snapped round and he scowled at the unwelcome guest with a furrowed brow. Well that is unfortunate, Monsieur Tremblay, said Arsenault. Another has claimed her. What do you mean? asked Tremblay. I was here first. You were not here two days ago, Brunet shrugged. Tabernac! Tremblay cursed. Pardon your language in this house, sir, Arsenault admonished him firmly. The vows are not finish? She is not married yet. Excuse me? Arsenault asked the couple and walked past to talk with Tremblay. The woodsman spoke in heated whispers, obviously disappointed. The conversation ended with the priest taking him kindly by the elbow and showing him out. He returned to the altar. Now where were we? he asked himself. Ah, yes. Do you, Marie Vignette Jacquelyn de Rouen take this Marc-Andr Brunet, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love honor and obey , until death do you part, amen? Brunet looked down at her, his expression completely cold and unflinching.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Jacquelyn hated being ignored, but the business of men far outweighed hers. At least this was the way she was raised and she held true to this. The soft, kind words of the priest reached her and she moved of her own accord to the altar. Stopping only briefly to place her pack on the front pew. The audacity of him showing up with no ring spoke volumes of how he felt about her, at least in her mind. He was only in need of someone to lie with. Her lower lip trembled when they turned away. Why would the Lord spare her only to be put in such a predicament, she wondered. Her eyes flitted over his shaven face, the hard set of his jaw and the coldness in his eyes, she attempted a smile. Soft and sweet, it caressed her lips as she stood there beside this man in front of god and the priest. His voice was deep, deeper than she remembered her fathers being. then again her father was a gentleman, a noble of the land and a kind tenderhearted soul. The man said he'd have her. The ceremony continued but was interrupted. The toothless male from before coming in the church. Jacquelyn cringed and moved closer to the male she was now linked with. The man that would now be her husband, Marc-Andre Brunet. She watched the man from earlier curse and carry on, she wasn't good enough for him earlier, what had changed? Possibly the reminder of his cold bed and empty stove. Turning she stared down at him now, dismissing him silently. She was more pleased to be this man's wife then to be saddled to the other. She tilted her head slightly to look at her new husband, would he be kind to her, good to her and gentle with her. Jacquelyn hoped so, for she would soon find out upon their arrival to his home. She shuffled her feet slightly and glanced down at the hideous burlap dress she wore, it was rumpled and ill fitting. She surmised it must have been Ana's. Biting her lip she turned to face him as the priest returned. Her gentle smile now caressed her face easily. The vows were spoken and she listened, with her upbringing it would not be hard, she thought. Je fais, She concurred, relieved that the toothless man would not have her after all.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Brunet slipped the ring on Jacquelyn's very slender finger. I now pronounce you Monsier et Madame Brunet. It was done. Father Arsenault then led them to the small bureau and returned the unused rings to the drawer. On the desk top was a sheet of parchment. The priest dipped a quill into an inkwell and began to handwrite the certificate. At the bottom he noted the date of their wedding, 26me Avril, 1795. For the first time, Brunet's demeanor betrayed a discomfort, an uneasiness as Arsenault handed him the quill. With a determined fist he set to the task of scribing an awkward scrawl in the space at the bottom of the paper. MA Brunet It was as if his signature was the only thing that he was capable of writing and he seemed relieved when it was complete and he could pass the quill on to his wife. Leaving her to sign he opened his pack, produced another fur-lined coat and draped it about her shoulders. It was too big but it would be plenty warm and was now the most expensive thing that she owned. God bless you, children, Arsenault said with astute sincerity. Please return as often as you like. The Lord's house is your house, and he saw them out. Brunet still felt a bit sweaty from the journey down, but paddling back home upstream would be much harder. He took Jacquelyn by the hand and led her past the end of the cobbles, along the cart ruts of the dirt road to the river bank. Hurry, he urged her. We have a way to go before it gets too dark. A woman removing clothes from a laundry line stopped to stare in pity of the sickly bride. A fisherman dragging a net from the water's edge also could not help a sideways glance. Her new husband led her on unwavering. His stride was long and impatient. A half dozen canoes lay strewn on the bank. Tremblay stood next to Brunet's boat. Andr. Andr! he called. You know this is not right. Nothing is not right, Brunet said coldly as he pushed his canoe into the water. Steadying the end with one hand, he helped Jacquelyn in with the other. Andr! Tremblay continued. If you wanted her you should have been here this morning! he spat through the gaps in his teeth. You should have been here on Friday, reasoned Brunet as he tossed his pack into the boat. Andr! Tremblay became exasperated. How long have we known each other? You will regret this! Brunet climbed into the canoe, picked up his oar and raised it to Tremblay. Placing the blade end to the toothless trapper's chest he pushed off gently and the boat drifted back into the current. Salut, Brunet bid him and dipped the oar into the water to steer. He had paid his twenty guineas, taken the oath and had even signed the damned paper. It was a done deal. He turned the boat upstream and started paddling. It was late afternoon and somewhere behind the overcast grey the sun was beginning to set. She sat at the front of the boat facing him as his strong body began to rhythmicly paddle. Tremblay grew smaller and smaller on the bank.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Jacquelyn flexed the finger as he placed the steel band on it. Then in turn she placed one on his, a large round thing she could fit three of her fingers in. Her blue eyes held his as the priest announced them as married. She expected more fanfare or a kiss, something from her husband to show he was pleased, but nothing came. Taking the quill she smiled and signed her name with a flourish. Mlle M. V. J. de Rouen, now to be known as Mme Brunet, though she needn't sign it that way. As soon as the quill left her hands a pleasant warmth, and heaviness, was placed on her shoulders. Looking down it was way too big but she knew it was meant to keep her warm. Giving her husband a brilliant smile she nodded to the priest and was pulled away by the hand. Turning she waved to the kind priest, her hand was given a hard tug. His words caused her to pause, they had a WAY to go? With a hustle to her step she scurried behind her husband, her pack in one hand, her boots catching on the cobblestone and then she began tripping over the ruts. She couldn't walk as fast as he and felt as though he was dragging her most of the time. A dark figure along the row of dinghy's and called out to him. Jacquelyn moved closer, avoiding the gaze of the villagers and of the toothless man that wanted her for his own. With ease he placed the boat into the water and steadied it. Her hand grasped his, tossing her pack in first and then lifting her skirts to climb into the boat as he spoke with the other man. With wide eyes, her mouth hidden in the fur lined coat. His broad shouldered body maneuvered the boat with ease. She clung to the sides, her fingers wrapped tightly along the top edge of the boat. She tried not staring at him so hard, her legs were clamped tight together and feet planted firmly along the bottom of the boat. Often she'd turn her head to see where it was they were going, even turning in her seat... only to have him correct her as the boat rocked. Blushing she said nothing but straightened her position. Inside she was a bundle of nerves. Tonight she'd be sharing a bed with this man and tomorrow, a life. Her skin trembled beneath the warmth of the coat. The rocking of the boat caused her stomach to lurch, she closed her eyes to steady herself. After all she wasn't sure if it was her sickness or her nerves causing the queasiness. Silently she watched him. Looking so menacing and large across from her, she found herself wondering if he would be a gentle lover. With the color added to her cheeks from her thoughts she turned her face to look at the shore they'd left behind before turning a bit to look at the direction they were going. How much further? She asked softly. Not that she was anxious, her stomach was a bit shaky still and being on dry land was much better. One hand moved to wrap over her stomach, she looked a bit green around the gills. I-I don't feel so well Andre...
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

I-I don't feel so well Andre... Then you should sit still, he advised her, keeping his eyes on the river bank beyond as he paddled. They had been on the water for what seemed nearly an hour. His strokes were determined and steady. His breathing was heavy but controlled and a sweat was working up on his brow and under his arms. The river had been narrowing for some time. A point of land jutting out was passed on the north bank and another approached on to the south before the waters broadened again. The current would be easier to paddle against at the river's widest. Brunet estimated about two hours of useful daylight left. Pausing to pass the oar from his right side to his left he looked down at his wife and realizing that she was not well, sighed in relent. If you are going to be sick, do it now over the side, and I will steady the boat.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Jacquelyn bit her lip, she only wanted to know when their travel would be over so she could relax. Her nerves were wound tight and her stomach heaved. Tears welled in her eyes, but didn't fall. She didn't understand what his thoughts about her might be and she didn't want to get sick in front of him. Nodding she didn't wait, she couldn't stop her stomach from up heaving the contents. Water was not her forte. She leaned over the side and spilt her guts. The water washed it away. she dipped her hand into the cool water and brought up a palmful to rinse her mouth before placing the cool hand against her brow. Thank you. It wasn't long before they were on their way again. Sinking down in her coat she regained her clench on the sides of the boat once again. She sat as still as she could, her pale face peeking out at him from the collar. Her wide blue eyes blinking at him. Her stomach was settled, for now. Silently she regarded him, maybe he wasn't all bad.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

As she leaned over the side he shifted his weight onto one knee to compensate. Out it came in two convulsive heaves interrupted by a fit of cough. She washed her mouth from the river surface with a hand trembed from the shock of the purge and eased herself back into her seated position. Once she was settled, he braced the oar across the gunwales and reached for his pack. Carefully on one knee he stepped forward, balanced one hand on the oar and placed the pack behind her. The he picked up the paddle, held it over her shoulder and prodded the pack into position. You can lie back on that, he said. The oar dipped back into the water and Andr's shoulders and chest resumed the rhythmic paddling, propelling them upstream. The river rounded the bend and widened again. The sound of falls could be heard in the distance and every direction seemed to be cut off by land. He steered the canoe towards the right, into a calm cove. As they got closer a lamp light on a post flickered on the shore. The paddling became easier in the gentler current. Time passed, perhaps another half hour and the sounds of the falls faded into a muffle to the west. Brunet slowed and manoeuvred the canoe parallel to the bank. The old weathered lamp post stood next to a trail that disappeared into the trees and up the hill. Sticking the oar into the mud, he pulled the hull into a gentle bump with the firm ground, steadied it and stepped out. His boot sank into the squishy grass and he hauled his pack out and onto his back. It wasn't that heavy. He was used to carrying much more. Once he was set, he leaned down and held out his hand for his wife.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Relieved, she settled down on the pack he offered her. Sure it wasn't THAT comfortable but it was better than the hard bench. She closed her eyes and felt the boat continue its rocking. Her stomach was still a touch uneasy but she ignored it, trying to think of everything but the movement. Thankfully he seemed to notice her queasiness and left her alone. It seemed as no sooner than her eyes closed the sound of water falling a distance down was heard. Eyes opening wide she sat up slightly. Her blue eyes searched his in the failing light, he wouldn't endanger her or himself. She calmed instantly. He made her feel safe, she knew this from the moment he protected her from that other man... Tremblay? She shook her head and settled back on her makeshift cushion once more as the boat seemed to settle out. Turning her head to watch where they were going, she saw what appeared to be a lantern swinging from a post a distance away. Vaguely she wondered if this was their final destination, the light was still far off it seemed, so she turned her head to face upwards. The trees created a canopy above them, secluding them from the rest of the world. Her breath made no change above her lips, she no longer felt the boat rocking as before. Instead it was as though they were sliding along the surface. Her blue eyes moved over him as he paddled, he was strong and she loved watching him move. The boat moved slower and she noticed sitting up slowly and clinging to the edges. He moved them to the shore with a soft bump, the dark woods had a worn path next to the light, she tried to peer past him and into the dark but it was of no use. His hand jutted out and she stood uncertainly in the boat before wobbling and sliding her hand into his. Hers shook, his was steady. The ground was solid under her feet, her hand stayed in his. Home now? She asked softly, Her own pack tucked neatly under her arm as she smiled up at him. Home, it sounded nicer than she first thought the word would, but it rolled easily off her tongue.
Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Home now? Not yet, he shook his head as he dragged the canoe ashore. Then he stood it on its end, placed the paddle into a set of hooks along the gunwale and lifted the whole thing onto his shoulders. That way, he nodded her ahead along the path. He followed her up the hill. The grade was a bit steep but not terribly so, yet he anticipated that it would be a bit difficult for her. He had to keep enough distance behind her so that the bow of the canoe didn't strike her. The footing was muddy from the spring thaw and would likely continue to be for another month. Quickly, he urged. About a hundred and fifty yards up the path, the climb became much less steep. The smell of wood burning filled the air and soon there was a small clearing with two cabins across from one another. Both had dark smoke rising from their chimneys. The smaller ramshackle one on the left had two pieces of iron forming a cross over the door. The one on the right was larger with a porch and two full rooms. Brunet ignored the church and made his way to the store. He leaned the boat against the porch, opened the front door to the ringing of a bell and let Jacquelyn in. Bonjour, Monsieur Brunet, greeted the proprietor as he entered through a creaky doorway to the right. He was a large round man with healthy cheeks and receding grey hair. He wore an apron around his wide girth. The cabin was warm and smelled of pea soup and ham. There was a counter and behind it was a wall of stocked shelves with small wooden boxes, trinkets, and many many jars of preserved foods. Through the doorway came the voices of children and housework. No post today, he informed, as if Brunet ever received mail. His attention shifted to Jacquelyn. Bonjour Madame, he said forthrightly. Ma femme, Andr obliged. There was a pause and then finally relenting, he introduced them. Jacquelyn. Marcel Boisvert. Bienvenue, Madame, the shopkeeper greeted her. Madame Boisvert peered in through the doorway and stopped short at the sight of brunet's new bride. Like her husband, she was of stout frame. Her black hair was streaked with grey and was pulled back. She could not keep the expression of pity from her face. One jar plum. Quart of whiskey. Some salt, Brunet recited. Boisvert retrieved the items from the shelves and placed them on the counter. Is that everything? Shot. Quarante, Brunet added. Boisvert opened a lock box and placed a small wooden carton of ammunition on the counter. Andr placed his pack on the floor and pulled out a similar empty box to exchange. Half guinea for the shot, quarter for the whiskey and quarter again for the plum and salt, he shopkeeper tallied. Brunet reached deep inside his coat for the coin, placed the payment on the counter and tucked the goods into his pack. The pellets rattled in their little box. Merci, Boisvert picked up the coin. Must be going, said Brunet. It's getting dark. As he turned to leave, the shopkeeper's wife shook her head in dismay. Before the door shut her voice could be heard just above a whisper. The poor dear, she will never make it.