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Post by Christian on Apr 22, 2009 23:37:26 GMT -5
"Goes for both of us, then, doesn't it?" Christian asked rhetorically whilst gently blowing on his tea, watching as the wispy tendrils of steam wafted into the air and faded away into nonexistence. "I can't say I've found better fortunes...but it's a far sight better than what I'd suffered back home."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 23, 2009 11:36:53 GMT -5
She nodded in understanding, marveling that someone she'd met quite by accident would happen to know exactly what this was like.
"Definitely. I wouldn't go back, not for anything."
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Post by Christian on Apr 24, 2009 23:04:56 GMT -5
"Indeed, mademoiselle," Christian nodded, taking a gentle sip of his tea. "Did you have family troubles, too?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 25, 2009 1:50:56 GMT -5
She sipped at her tea, shivering at the question. She he didn't mean anything by it, not knowing.
"I...yes." She said, very very softly.
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Post by Christian on Apr 26, 2009 19:18:27 GMT -5
Christian breathed wearily, as if the burdens of the world were stacked upon his shoulders. He had seen enough in this lifetime for several individuals, and was amazed that in such trying times, he had managed to discover happiness.
"Your father?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 26, 2009 19:28:54 GMT -5
She shook her head.
"They...they're all dead." Her voice had gotten so quiet that it was likely hard to hear.
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Post by Christian on Apr 26, 2009 20:11:25 GMT -5
"Oh."
God, he'd just unearthed what misery the girl had struggled to hide away. Stupid bastard, he cursed himself.
"I'm so s-sorry...about that. To hear that."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 26, 2009 20:17:48 GMT -5
She nodded, forcing down a rising tide of grief that was threatening to surface.
"Th-thank you. I couldn't stay...the memories...they would have killed me."
Of course, the real reason she couldn't stay was one she'd rather not divulge, though it was likely that even if she had been able to stay at the royal palace, the memories would have haunted her.
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Post by Christian on Apr 26, 2009 21:39:21 GMT -5
"I suppose I'm fortunate to be able to say that I was never ensnared in such a predicament. My troubles were nothing compared to yours." In the flurry of his thoughts, Christian had relaxed his hold upon his cup of tea, and consequently, it spilled forth its steaming contents onto the bed sheets. And his leg.
"Oh, hot! Hot, hot, hot!"
The man leapt from the bed with cup in hand, unmindful of the throbbing that occurred in his head so much as the throbbing that now began on the surface of his leg.
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 27, 2009 19:31:52 GMT -5
"I--"
Whatever her answer was going to be, it was lost when he yelped and jumped up. Anastasia quickly set her tea down and went over to Christian, placing a hand on his arm.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by Christian on Apr 27, 2009 21:21:38 GMT -5
"I-I'm not quite sure," he responded, laying aside his teacup onto the nightstand to roll up his trousers. A pink splotch glared up at him. "Well...ouch."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 28, 2009 13:56:04 GMT -5
She winced at the sight of the burn mark.
"You just have nothing but bad luck, it seems..."
She squinted down at the burn.
"It doesn't look too bad..."
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Post by Christian on Apr 28, 2009 23:19:58 GMT -5
"Yes, indeed." He flinched as he warily poked at the burn. "I suppose I'm meant for misfortune in this life. I should it hope it's not too bad--but then again, who am I kidding? It always progresses into the worst circumstances possible."
He threw up his hands helplessly.
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 29, 2009 14:14:27 GMT -5
She gently took him by the arm and steered him back to the bed.
"Well, here...you sit down, and I'll find a bandage for it. Won't hurt to wrap it up."
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Post by Christian on May 1, 2009 0:57:34 GMT -5
"Yes...I...I suppose not," he said as he followed Anastasia's lead, stumbling over himself.
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