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Post by Anastasia on May 2, 2009 12:53:15 GMT -5
Once he was seated, she went looking through a few drawers in a nearby dresser until she found what she was looking for. She walked back over, cloth bandage in hand, and knelt down to eye the burn.
"It's not puffy...I think maybe it only seems as bad as it feels."
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Post by Christian on May 2, 2009 12:57:50 GMT -5
"Yes, maybe," he winced. Christian realized, to his dismay, that he hadn't quite noticed from where he sat, with the sunlight had striking mercilessly into his eyes, that Anastasia was terribly pretty. He didn't do well around pretty people; he knew from experience.
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Post by Anastasia on May 2, 2009 18:36:18 GMT -5
Taking care not to aggravate the injury, she wrapped the bandage around his burned ankle, securing it gently.
"That should do it, I think." She said, standing up.
She was so focused on the current subject that she didn't notice the look on his face.
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Post by Christian on May 2, 2009 22:33:45 GMT -5
Christian continued to gape openly at the girl.
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Post by Anastasia on May 4, 2009 10:05:23 GMT -5
She turned, finally catching his expression.
"Er...is everything all right?"
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Post by Christian on May 8, 2009 18:33:52 GMT -5
"U-um," he stammered. "Yes, of course!"
This statement was followed by a mad reddening of his cheeks.
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Post by Anastasia on May 8, 2009 22:29:43 GMT -5
The blushing was rather cute, and she couldn't quite hide a smile at it.
"All right, then."
She walked over to her cup of tea, picking it up for a drink.
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Post by Christian on May 9, 2009 0:56:30 GMT -5
"All right," Christian repeated blankly, looking about the room for some form of escape. He had had his day's worth of humiliation, he felt, and it was about time to leave. The nearest door was across the room--he swore he would trip over himself as he leaped for it. Sighing in defeat, the man settled back into his seat upon the bed and took up his cup of tea as well.
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Post by Anastasia on May 9, 2009 22:16:28 GMT -5
She stood there uncertainly, not knowing what else to say now but not really wanting to leave just yet.
"So..."
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Post by Christian on May 10, 2009 0:42:22 GMT -5
Yes, this was certainly awkward.
"Do you have a...sweetheart, mademoiselle?" he asked to break the silence.
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Post by Anastasia on May 10, 2009 12:03:43 GMT -5
"No...it's just me."
She may have, once, back in Lorien...but that was long over.
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Post by Christian on May 13, 2009 20:13:20 GMT -5
"That's good."
Christian breathed a sigh of relief, having prepared himself to have his jealousy aroused at the mention of a possible suitor. It wasn't an unfamiliar sentiment, as he had experienced very much the same during his first meeting with Satine.
"Oh, I meant--terrible, that's the word I was going for. Terrible. Unless, you'd rather not have one. Or--"
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Post by Anastasia on May 14, 2009 10:07:16 GMT -5
A slow smile appeared when he started stammering, she couldn't help giggling a bit.
"No, no, that's all right. I know what you mean."
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Post by Christian on May 16, 2009 19:22:50 GMT -5
"Ah, mademoiselle, all you need is love!" he exclaimed with a wistful expression. "It makes everything better." He leaped from the bed to take Anastasia's hands into his own and jumped into a song whose artist he could not quite recall...it was some insect, maybe.
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Post by Anastasia on May 18, 2009 7:28:22 GMT -5
((LOL! I'm so glad I posted asking for plot for Anastasia ;D ))
"Well, I--"
She didn't have time to respond to his declaration, swept up when he started singing. She'd never heard the song before she was born six decades too soon, but she was absolutely delighted and a smile on her face when it ended.
"I like how you think," she giggled. "But sir! I had no idea you were such a talented singer."
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