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Post by John Bristow on Jul 26, 2012 13:12:19 GMT -5
John who'd quickly managed to get his emotions under control started pulling out the plates, a couple of the women attempted to help, he told them to sit and take it easy.
"You've all ready had a life of working love, please, we have got this, bless you for asking though."
The women smiled and went into the dining area.
Within minutes the food was there and the caterers were putting out the food, leaving with their check and thanking John for his business.
John poured wine in to every glass that asked and proposed a toast.
"To the mercy of strangers and gods will, may our food fill our stomachs with thankfulness and remind us that there is good and there is kindess left, no matter how bleak it may seem."
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Post by László on Jul 27, 2012 1:35:35 GMT -5
László pitched in to help, too, the smell of the food a bit maddening. How long had it been since he'd had any of this? The Hungarian dishes reminded him of home tremendously--the old marketplace near the Opernhaus had often smelled like this.
Although László put very little stock in anything related to god, he did toast to the mercy of strangers--that, at least, he knew for sure was a real thing. He hadn't needed a deity to show him that there was still kindness left in the world. It had taken one man.
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 3, 2012 2:45:04 GMT -5
((Freaking aww))
When dinner was over and the needy that stayed, went to their rooms and the shelter was empty, John stood looking out the kitchen window watching the sun set.
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Post by László on Aug 9, 2012 14:25:47 GMT -5
((It's true!))
László quietly joined him, slipping an arm around John's waist.
"One of our better days, eh?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 9, 2012 15:19:26 GMT -5
John luckily had heard him come in, so when he slipped his arm around his waist, instead of jumping he made a yummy noise and smiled.
"Good is too small of a word for the kind of day this has been."
He leaned in to Laszlo's arms and continued watching the sun set.
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Post by László on Aug 16, 2012 16:48:00 GMT -5
László wrapped his arms around John.
"I know what you mean. Best, better, greatest? Maybe words just don't do it justice."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 16, 2012 21:15:27 GMT -5
"No" he smiled "Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." John smiled.
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Post by László on Aug 18, 2012 23:49:27 GMT -5
"John," he said softly, chiding but also amused. "I have no idea what you just said."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 19, 2012 0:10:25 GMT -5
"Nothing, just-" he laughed "-quoting."
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Post by László on Aug 19, 2012 21:59:03 GMT -5
"Okay. I'll just take it as you agreeing with me," he teased.
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 19, 2012 22:01:43 GMT -5
John laughed and closed his eyes, leaning backwards a ways to lean his head on Laszlo's shoulder.
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Post by László on Aug 22, 2012 23:33:44 GMT -5
There was a feeling of contentment that László rarely if ever had. These were happening more often, now, and he welcomed it every time. He squeezed John in an appreciative hug.
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 23, 2012 10:43:32 GMT -5
John began to hum a tune quietly swaying side to side, dancing slighty to the music in his head.
He suddenly felt very tired, turning in Laszlo's arms, he smiled "Let's go to bed."
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Post by László on Aug 26, 2012 1:46:22 GMT -5
"Okay," he said, smiling back.
"Whattaya wanna do about the left-overs?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 26, 2012 3:09:37 GMT -5
"Lost and Hazel have all ready taken care of them" he smiled, silently thanking god for such wonderful people.
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