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Post by Benno on Apr 25, 2009 2:17:13 GMT -5
He smiled and wiped the tears from her face, ignoring his own "All right, und you can help" he squeezed her hand back and started walking to the kitchen.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 27, 2009 13:07:49 GMT -5
It was easier, with his back turned.
And it continued to be okay, as she kept herself busy in the kitchen, not thinking about anything except (vaguely) that Ben loved her and she loved him and therefore everything would be all right. Beyond that was anyone's guess, and she didn't want to think about it yet.
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Post by Benno on Apr 30, 2009 20:27:45 GMT -5
He handed her the noodles and moved the boiling water over so he could start the sauce. He didn't say anything, he had given everything he could to her all ready, there was nothing left. His mind was now split, remembering how to make the spaghetti, and taking down his brother.
Even if she didn't want him to.
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Post by Phoenix on May 1, 2009 10:04:31 GMT -5
She wasn't sure what she wanted. It was hard to tell, when she couldn't even look at him. When her feelings were torn between elation at being loved and shame at not knowing if she could, anymore.
Phoenix took the noodles, draining them and arranging the mass on two plates.
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Post by Benno on May 2, 2009 18:42:08 GMT -5
He began to hum softly as he stirred the sauce. It wasn't a happy tune, nor was it a sad one. It was simply a tune, one he had heard drifting through the halls of the opera house more times than he could remember now.
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Post by Phoenix on May 4, 2009 12:19:07 GMT -5
Phoenix found herself smiling at the sound, surprising herself. He sang too, of course, but there was a qualitative difference in their voices. The Emcee was smoother, more practiced. But Ben sounded natural and sweet and the difference went a long way to lightening the weight on her heart.
She set the plates next to the stove and got out glasses and silver and napkins.
"What is that?" she asked softly.
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Post by Benno on May 5, 2009 17:21:51 GMT -5
Ben blushed softly "Weißt du wieviel Sternlein stehen? It's a german lullaby, it means uh" he thought for a moment "Do You Know How Many Stars There Are? I am not sure vy it popped in to my head, vas it bosering you?"
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Post by Phoenix on May 5, 2009 17:27:31 GMT -5
She shook her head vehemently. "Oh, no," she said. "It's beautiful. You sound beautiful."
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Post by Benno on May 5, 2009 17:42:40 GMT -5
His face grew more red "Sank you" he replied pouring the sauce on to the plates.
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Post by Phoenix on May 5, 2009 18:02:29 GMT -5
"You shouldn't be ashamed," she said, carrying the plates to the small table. "Thank you. For the food."
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Post by Benno on May 5, 2009 18:57:22 GMT -5
"I just don't sing sat much, I don't sink I'm very good, sats all" he pulled out her chair "and of course."
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Post by Phoenix on May 6, 2009 9:50:52 GMT -5
Phoenix sat, and smiled vaguely in his direction, waiting for him to sit before she started eating. She was feeling a little more comfortable with him, but that was relative.
"I like your voice," she said, almost shyly. "You sing... honestly."
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Post by Benno on May 6, 2009 18:58:12 GMT -5
"It's se only vay somevne should sing" he said as he sat down "if it doesn't come from your heart, sen you shouldn't-" he looked down at the table "I am babbling."
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Post by Phoenix on May 8, 2009 13:44:44 GMT -5
"No, you're not," she assured him, grateful to have something else to think about. "I think... I don't know. I mean, when it's your living, I don't know if you can always do it from the heart. I think ideally you should. But you can't always make your living doing what you love. Or love what you're doing."
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Post by Benno on May 12, 2009 15:17:47 GMT -5
"Sats not true, if you are not doing somesink vis all your heart sen you should not be doing it. Vether your poor or not, you should alvays follow your dream, ja?"
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