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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 19:42:24 GMT -5
"Well, Aimee did much the same thing for a good few years, with the exception of school... and Tresz probably won't age, anyway. She can afford the time."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 19:47:12 GMT -5
"I can't help worrying about her, though. All she does is mope around and go off on her own..."
He started laughing.
"She takes after her father."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 19:55:16 GMT -5
*She smiled tentatively.* "Well you were better at sticking around than certain people.*
*Really, the edge in her voice couldn't be helped.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 19:59:06 GMT -5
"Oh...Eponine..."
Almost shyly, he reached across the table to take her hand.
"I'm sorry."
He didn't really know what else to say. He wasn't as familiar with his cousin as he was with some of the other Deaths.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 20:04:56 GMT -5
*She let her hand be held for a second before the brave, smiling face went up again. It wasn't like her to be vulnerable.* "Well anyway, now you're here, chocolate tartine? Best in the city, and a new batch just came out."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 20:06:26 GMT -5
He smiled back.
"Sounds good."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 20:14:18 GMT -5
*She went bustling away to get two of them, as well as two forks, and set them down, her smiled a little too bright. She looked eighteen, but her eyes were older than that. Anyone could see she had lived beyond the years she looked.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 20:21:17 GMT -5
"You always were an excellent cook." He said, reaching for a fork.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 20:24:00 GMT -5
"Oh, well--it really isn't... I'm not..."
*She never had been able to take compliments.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 20:34:43 GMT -5
"Oh, yes it is. Everyone I know that's tried your cooking has loved it."
So saying, he took a bite of the chocolate.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 20:38:22 GMT -5
*She turned faintly pink and sat down, nibbling at her own forkful.* "Well I needed to do something other than pine after Marius... died." *It was no longer sadness, bitterness, or regret that tinged her voice. That much she had moved on from.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 20:40:49 GMT -5
"Yes," he said softly, momentarily thinking of Renn before quickly shifting gears. It wouldn't do, not now.
"But I seem to recall you being this good at it before then." He said with a wink.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 20:47:16 GMT -5
"Well, I mean..." *Pink again, and this time tucking her hair behind her ears. Un-aging had done wonders for her figure--instead of motherly, she looked bony and awkward again. Which was how she'd always felt, really.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 8, 2009 20:59:50 GMT -5
He was smiling as he steadily went through the chocolate.
"You're a talented woman."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 8, 2009 21:06:45 GMT -5
"You know you think you'd get used to shock, living here, in this Paris. Evidently not."
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