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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 19:37:41 GMT -5
It had taken this long, but it finally clicked.
Oh! Green Fairy!
"You should be careful. I...I've heard of people dying from it."
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 19:44:50 GMT -5
"Um, well...me, too," Christian weakly returned. "But I can't stop myself.
"Have you ever had that feeling?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 19:49:52 GMT -5
"I...don't think so."
But then, she'd never really tried anything like absinthe before. Who knew?
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Post by Christian on Apr 13, 2009 0:56:49 GMT -5
Christian appeared to realize precisely what Anastasia was wondering and vehemently shook his head. "I'd advise you to keep a fifty-foot distance from the stuff. At least. I wouldn't want you to end up...end up like me."
He twiddled his thumbs anxiously and looked across the room through bleary eyes.
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 13, 2009 11:28:57 GMT -5
She didn't normally touch alcohol, so that would be an easy thing to do.
"I won't, I promise."
There was a pause, as she tried to think of what else to say.
"Do you need anything?"
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Post by Christian on Apr 19, 2009 17:38:45 GMT -5
Christian winced as pain pulsed mercilessly through the anterior of his head. "Yes, actually," he nodded. "Perhaps, some water or tea would be nice. If it wouldn't trouble you, at all, that is."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 19, 2009 20:04:43 GMT -5
"Oh, no trouble. I can take care of that quickly."
She left the room for several moments, taking a little bit of time but not too much before returning with a tray holding a teapot and cups.
"I didn't know what you would want, so I brought sugar and cream both."
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Post by Christian on Apr 20, 2009 22:40:56 GMT -5
"Oh, you needn't have." Christian quickly shook his head and adjusted the position in which he sat, erecting his posture and grimacing at the pain that the movement caused. "I could have taken it plain. Plain is fine. Plain is just dandy. But seeing as though you've taken the pains to go and fetch them, I do suppose--
"I'm blabbering on again, aren't I?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 21, 2009 12:55:14 GMT -5
She was smiling when she set the tray down. He was rather adorable when he wasn't drunk.
"It's all right. I don't mind. So...plain tea, or...?"
When was the last time she'd something as simple and domestic as this? She really couldn't recall, which meant that it had been far too long indeed.
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Post by Christian on Apr 21, 2009 20:28:01 GMT -5
"Both sugar and cream, please. Perhaps, a little sweetness would help with the terribly bitter taste in my mouth," he blanched.
"You know, mademoiselle, you do look familiar, though..."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 21, 2009 20:55:55 GMT -5
Nodding, she added the sweet ingredients to one of the cups she'd poured, stirring it a bit before bringing it over to him.
"I do? I don't think we've met, before you came into the inn."
She held the cup out to him.
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Post by Christian on Apr 22, 2009 0:27:11 GMT -5
"No, we haven't been actually acquainted...but I do believe I've seen your picture somewhere..."
Christian narrowed his eyes at Anastasia in muddled thought.
"Perhaps, it was a portrait?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 22, 2009 10:58:56 GMT -5
"I...suppose..."
Uh-oh. This was bad, if Parisians might know her from somewhere. Having no way of knowing that the Bolsheviks didn't even exist in this universe, she'd always been cautious about her appearance for fear someone would recognize her.
"I did once do a portrait, a long time ago."
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Post by Christian on Apr 22, 2009 22:19:55 GMT -5
"That must be it, then," Christian agreed and dismissed the subject. "You don't appear to be from around Paris, mademoiselle. Are you alone here?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 22, 2009 22:44:04 GMT -5
She was very relieved when she didn't have to explain further about the picture.
She nodded at his question.
"I traveled far from home, to seek better fortunes here."
What she'd found had been a mixed bag, but she wouldn't return home for anything.
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