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Post by Silva on Aug 27, 2015 20:47:21 GMT -5
"What a vision you are, hm. I should steal you away to a little island of my own."
It was only possible to take his hands off her long enough to shimmy a disc from its paper sleeve and set it down before the needle.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Aug 28, 2015 10:05:30 GMT -5
"Why, have you got an island?"
Somehow, she assumed this was true, but thought it must be a much grimmer place than this : a base of operations. Silva, she felt instinctively, never went on vacation. Even in their time together there had been long moody stretches of silence click-clacking away on that computer. Who knew who, or what, was on the other end of that connection.
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Post by Silva on Aug 29, 2015 14:14:55 GMT -5
"Oh, of course. A beautiful island."
Music flared to life from the speakers, and for a moment Silva looked rather pensive, like an actor recalling his lines.
"When I was a boy, my grandmother had an island. Not much to boast of, naturally..."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Aug 30, 2015 23:00:09 GMT -5
"Is this a true story, or something that ends in a pun I belatedly realize is the punchline of a joke..."
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 20:06:31 GMT -5
"No joke! I would never joke about my grandmother."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 20:09:50 GMT -5
"Mm."
She slid her arms around him, but only just barely rested them against his waist, as though he were wind and dreams and would disappear like an early morning mist under the sunlight's too-strong stare.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 20:16:48 GMT -5
"She was a formidable woman. Dead now, of course."
Silva reached to ghost a hand over her hair, plucked at by the memory of something he couldn't place. He didn't have that trouble with men, strange sentimental deja vu.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 20:19:28 GMT -5
"Did she raise you?"
He spoke of her differently than she would expect him to, although it was just a feeling.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 20:22:11 GMT -5
"Yes. Along with a number of formidable aunts."
They had been his mother's older sisters. Of course, she had been the baby of the family. It explained a lot, but Raoul didn't care what.
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 20:25:59 GMT -5
"I'd have expected you to turn out to be less of a misogynist," Nina remarked, sizing him up.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 20:35:55 GMT -5
Silva shook with a tremor of laughter. It was tempting to scoop her up and toss her over his shoulder.
"Am I a misogynist? I've never been called that before."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 20:37:38 GMT -5
Now Nina looked well and truly skeptical, and could not hide her expression communicating it.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 21:15:49 GMT -5
"A male chauvinist, perhaps. Would a misogynist have such good taste in music? But you're distracting me."
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Post by Nina Fortner on Nov 11, 2015 21:24:34 GMT -5
She pursed her lips just a little, but was still good-humored enough to let him go. His balking only proved her, after all.
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Post by Silva on Nov 11, 2015 21:27:30 GMT -5
Silva kissed her, quickly and a little too firmly to be quite the impish gesture it would have been otherwise.
"But I'm boring you."
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