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Post by Treszka on Jan 21, 2009 22:45:19 GMT -5
Happily taking them, she turned toward the living room, pausing as she realized that she didn't have anything handy to put them. Well, heck, just a glass could do for now...
"Aww...well, at least you can enjoy them now."
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Post by Derek on Jan 21, 2009 22:47:02 GMT -5
*He entered behind her.*
"Anything in particular you'd like to do tonight?"
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Post by Treszka on Jan 21, 2009 22:52:10 GMT -5
Finding a nice crystal glass, she filled it water and places the flowers in it.
"How, um, about...um..."
She could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks.
"The theater?"
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Post by Derek on Jan 21, 2009 22:57:05 GMT -5
*He smiled, fangs retracted as they usually were.*
"Which one? I don't really know what's playing..."
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Post by Treszka on Jan 21, 2009 23:00:28 GMT -5
"I...don't know what's up, either. We could just drop by and see, and if it's nothing interesting we could always go somewhere else."
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Post by Derek on Jan 21, 2009 23:01:17 GMT -5
"An excellent plan. Shall we?" *He extended an arm.*
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Post by Treszka on Jan 21, 2009 23:03:47 GMT -5
Trying to keep a normal smile on instead of the grin that was threatening, she took the offered arm.
"We shall!"
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Post by Treszka on Mar 28, 2009 22:59:23 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Treszka was busily flitting about the cottage, tidying the place up and humming to herself. Ever since meeting Derek, and meeting him places, her old melancholy had lifted almost completely, leaving her in some of the best spirits she'd been in in years. She would be completely happy, but for her father's long and mysterious absence. She hadn't seen him in months, and when she'd gone looking for him, she'd turned up nothing. Even as distasteful as she found the immaterial, she'd braved it a few times to seach but had come up empty.
But, no, she wasn't thinking about that today. Today she was happy, and thinking of when she'd next get to meet with her vampiric love-interest. She'd just finished up when she was hit with a sudden, nasty headache. With a gasp, she stumbled, knocking over a vase in her scramble to keep balance. It hurt like a bitch.
With a small amount of horror, she realized that it wasn't going away, and getting worse, and--
--she fainted.
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Post by Der Tod on Mar 28, 2009 23:49:59 GMT -5
It had been a long time since he'd been here. Maybe too long. And though he could think of a dozen excuses as to why, in truth he didn't have a reason as to why anymore--it had finally been long enough since the loss of his wife that he wasn't entirely in mourning anymore, but by the time he'd felt that he could finally return to Paris, he'd been hesitant to return. Treszka...she was enough like him for him to know just how angry she'd be about it, after she was done welcoming him back. But, at last, here he was. He'd considered popping up outside and knocking, but at the last minute had changed his mind and appeared in the living room. But what he found-- "Treszka!" She was bleeding from a wound on her forehead where she'd hit an end table on the way down. He swooped in, relieved to see that she was otherwise all right...but she wouldn't open her eyes, not even after several minutes of desperate pleading on his part. She was alive, just...not responding. Feeling cold, he gently picked her up and carried her upstairs, settling her down on her bed. The cut on her forehead was already healing up, and would gone by morning. But why wouldn't she wake up? Why?
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Post by Treszka on Apr 11, 2009 11:28:10 GMT -5
**DAYS AND DAYS LATER**
She was certainly feeling MUCH better. Well enough to boot her dad out of the house and make him go socialize, at least. Not that she didn't mind the attention--she saw him so rarely that it had been something of a treat to have him basically waiting on her. Still, lying around in bed all day gets dull.
So, taking things easy, she'd wandered the house while dad was out, finally sitting down with a book. The date didn't dawn on her until she was two chapters in.
Oh, shit. Derek! I was supposed to meet him somewhere!
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." She muttered, closing the book.
She had a thought to contact him, but then realized she still didn't know where he lived. Crappit.
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Post by Treszka on Mar 4, 2010 17:36:31 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
She reappered in her living room, a bit short of breath. Damn, that had been a bad idea. She should've known that sooner rather than later, someone would catch her on the de Chagny grounds. And it was by the Comte, no less!
With a sigh, she moved to pull the scarf from around her neck, and froze when her hand met empty air. It was gone.
"Aww, shit." She muttered, realizing where it must be.
Well, she'd lost both a favorite destination and a cherished item. What a red-letter day.
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Post by Treszka on Apr 16, 2011 17:29:15 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Traveling by any means other than walking or teleporting at times could be annoying, especially when she quickly wanted to be by herself but had to contend with the carriage driver, who for some reason was rather chatty today. She kept the annoyance to herself, tipped him nicely, and heaved a relieved sigh when she returned to the cottage.
Things were getting complicated, she knew that, and she thought about the situation with Zachaire as she changed out of her road-dusted dress and into a fresh one. That was another thing about carriage travel--it was dirty.
Zachaire...
She debated with herself about just what she should do, wishing she had either of her parents to talk to about the situation, though more than anything wanting her mother--an absence she felt all too keenly, as while there was always the possibility of seeing her father again, Treszka knew that her mother was likely be beyond her reach for all time, thanks to Treszka's immortality.
Shit. That wasn't a great line of thinking to be on at the moment. Blinking back a few tears, she flopped down on her bed, wishing not for the first time that she had at least a female friend to voice these worries to. Maybe the lonely existence her father once told her most incarnations of Death lived was one destined for her, even if she was only a half-blood.
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