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Post by Anastasia on Jan 22, 2012 9:51:34 GMT -5
She gave him a soft smile.
"Yes. And...no one in Russia knows. It would be dangerous if anyone there knew--the new regime would kill me if they found out. Any remaining royals would be seen as a threat."
She had no idea just how many loyalists there might be, if any: by now she understood just how much her father had mishandled the people. If there were any left, they'd likely were keeping as quiet and hidden as they could, like herself. In the end, it still meant that she could never go back there.
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Post by Christian on Jan 24, 2012 0:20:26 GMT -5
"Never mind them, then," he said quietly. "You'll always have me. I know I'm not much but I promise I'll never leave your side." Christian sat up and leaned into her. "My gift is my song," he started, injecting a soft melody into his words. "And this one's for you." ((*cue this minus Nicole Kidman's frantic panting at the beginning*))
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 24, 2012 0:57:05 GMT -5
(( <3 ))
Anastasia was, well...a bit starry-eyed. He said she was a singer--what about him?!
"You didn't tell me you could sing!" She cried, wanting to just throw her arms around him but unable to thanks to his injuries. Instead, she gave him a rather steamy kiss.
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Post by Christian on Jan 25, 2012 3:18:52 GMT -5
"I don't know," he shrugged bashfully. "I didn't think it was anything worth telling. It's always been, more or less, kept under wraps as a secret hobby of mine. My father highly disapproved."
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 25, 2012 11:42:54 GMT -5
"Well, your father is silly!"
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Post by Christian on Jan 25, 2012 23:28:52 GMT -5
"Far from it! I'm afraid he's always been rather serious. About everything, that is. You should've heard the way he raved on and on when I told him I was coming to Paris," he muttered. "Oh, he would've liked you, though. You're royalty!"
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 26, 2012 0:34:15 GMT -5
Anastasia shook her head.
"Good grief, I can't imagine. Not that my father would've approved of much if anything that I've been up to here in Paris."
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Post by Christian on Jan 26, 2012 21:48:18 GMT -5
"Oh, it can't possibly have been any worse than the things I've done. I mean," he added, turning a deep red, "I just--oh, that came out wrong. Ignore that first part. I mean, what could you possibly have done that your father would disapprove of? To me, you're practically a saint!"
Then--
"Oh, that was a bit blasphemous, wasn't it? You know what I mean."
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 27, 2012 1:37:45 GMT -5
"Well...I got kidnapped by Singapore pirates and sold into a Persian harem." She said, deadpan.
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Post by Christian on Jan 27, 2012 18:24:41 GMT -5
He just kind of gaped at her.
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 28, 2012 12:20:39 GMT -5
She shrugged.
"I've...developed a colorful history since leaving Russia. I'm never very sure just what I should tell people when they ask what I've been up to since then."
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Post by Christian on Jan 28, 2012 15:57:03 GMT -5
"I'd imagine!" he muttered more to himself. He looked up at her. "How did that...exactly happen? Start with the pirates."
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 29, 2012 12:05:23 GMT -5
"Well..."
Okay, she'd save the talk about Lorien and the elves for some other time. Until, it was probably best to give that a bit of a skip.
"I was just walking along in Paris, minding my own business, when a bunch of ruffians grabbed me. Those were the pirates--and I wasn't the only one they were grabbing, either. There were a lot of other girls there when I was locked up on their ship. Nobody knew where we were being taking to at the time, but eventually we ended up in Persia at the court of one of the minor Kings and shuffled into his harem."
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Post by Christian on Jan 31, 2012 0:07:33 GMT -5
"Oh, my God. How did you escape?"
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Post by Anastasia on Jan 31, 2012 12:14:33 GMT -5
"Someone from outside. I'm still not sure who he was, but...I'll be forever thankful for him getting me out of there."
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