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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Jul 7, 2011 15:36:53 GMT
True to nature Sandine drew back her arm and gave him a sharp punch on the arm. Good thing he was sturdy and that she was in an awkward position at the moment for striking. That meant it didn't have as much bite as it could have.
"That was just cruel Dodend," she pouted.
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Jul 10, 2011 20:54:42 GMT
"Aww, well it had to be done. You and I both know it's possible. Perhaps we could use some training in between fighting for our lives and causing havoc.", he pulled a neatly folded set of clothes out of his pack for Sandine, one of her favourites, and placed it across her lap on the bed.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Jul 11, 2011 18:17:03 GMT
She picked up the clothing and got off the bed. With a smirk she removed her shirt. "And this is all you get to see," she said with a playful giggle before she scampered off to change. Sandine returned later wearing her favorite black dress. Her hair was up in a long ponytail which she tossed her hand through.
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Aug 6, 2011 1:29:15 GMT
Dodend chuckled heartily and waited patiently as Sandine changed out of his veiw, watching the city living through the window. As she came back in he turned in his chair and smiled, "Ravishing as always my love.", he stood and gently took her hand before bending and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. Looking up afterwards with a light smirk on his lips, "May I have this dance?", he didn't wait for an answer before standing and softly pulling Sandine closer towards him, wrapping a warm arm around her waist. His Twilighter messenger lifted the window open just enough for the sound of music to creep in, coming from a street musician below doing their best to earn some change.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Aug 16, 2011 14:09:03 GMT
Sandine almost sighed in happiness, putting her arms around his neck carefully in return as they swayed together. She had to admit the music choice was a tad off but what did you want for an amateur musician who couldn't pay their way through life except by begging change for performance?
She-being shorter- looked up at him with eyes full of adoration and love. She toyed with the back of his hair absentmindedly. "So glad you're back."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Aug 24, 2011 13:49:19 GMT
"Glad to be back.", he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and danced her to the door. The twilighter jumped down and seemed to glide to his feet before climbing up and opening the door for them, holding it open patiently despite it's small size and the weight of the wood. Dodend smiled to Sandine and lifted her over the threshold of the door, into the hall. "And as an expression of my love for you, fine dining awaits us."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Aug 29, 2011 16:01:11 GMT
"Never let anyone say you have lost your touch, dear," Sandine said affectionately as she was carried through the door. She cuddled up against his chest with her pointed ear pushed against it. A strange joy ran through her with every beat of his heart. He was real and he was here.
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Aug 31, 2011 23:29:13 GMT
"A man such as I cannot lose anything without doing so on purpose.", he chuckled, "Or at least that's my story and I shall stick to it."
The door closed gently behind them as they moved through the hall, Dodend carrying Sandine as she cuddled against his chest, hus thick, furry cloak swaying softly behind him. The bar of the inn was quiet, the fire burning just above the hot red embers as it died down tiredly. It would be brought back to a healthy roar before the inn became busy in a few hours, filling the bar with worn old men looking for a stiff drink to melt the cold from outside from their weary bones.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 10, 2011 20:10:49 GMT
Sandine spared a quick glance to the inn. It was no different than any other one really, though maybe a bit more higher class. At least it seemed a bit more sanitary than she was used to. At least the fire was nice. She smiled slightly as a tiny bit of pink showed on her cheeks. Inns reminded her of things...like occupying long nights together.
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Eventually they arrived at the restaurant. Unlike the inn they left this place was buzzing with activity. A fire roared in the fireplace, bellowing smoke forth from the chimney outside. The smells of various types of meat filled the air along with bits of incoherent chattering from the dining groups of people. The high ceilings were made of crossed wooden beams, illuminated by hanging paper lanterns that cast a soft glow onto the tables.
"Nice choice."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 15, 2011 11:07:21 GMT
"I thought you would like it my dear.", he smiled at Sandine softly as they were ushered towards a table, slightly removed from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the restaurant. It was quiet but not uncomfortably so. The ushering waiter pulled Sandine's chair out for her a little, politely. "Can I take your drinks order for you now or would you like for me to come back in a few minutes once you have both settled in a little?", the accent was a soft, flowing one, like those of Lestanites (Fairly French sounding with a hint of Italian), charmers of the mountain-tops.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Oct 6, 2011 16:39:43 GMT
She shrugged. "Wine of any kind would be fine. If you don't have it then at least an upper quality ale would do."
Sandine of course did not thank the waiter. She never did. They were beneath her concern. She watched his every move carefully though as if she could sense the way his blood ran through his veins, causing a nervous pulse in his neck. He was probably stressed from working long hours with large crowds of people despite how nice the place was.
She did, however, remain standing. She wasn't about to let him pull out her chair for her. She wasn't a princess by her concerns and she didn't intend to be treated like one. Fuck being polite. Only Dodend was permitted to spoil her now.
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Oct 6, 2011 17:35:36 GMT
"Green tea, make sure it's piping hot.", Dodend cast the waiter a harsh look as the seat was pulled out, the waiter backed away from the chair with a polite nod, jotted down their drinks order and walked, stiff-backed, into the safety of the kitchen.
Dodend stood with all the air of a king and pulled the seat out for Sandine without a single word, a soft half-smirk, half-smile, on his lips. It was only once the seat was at the right position that his voice came smoothly from his mouth, "Have a seat my love."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Oct 6, 2011 17:41:56 GMT
Sandine smirked. "Why thank you," she said casually. He'd gotten the message by that point. She took a seat daintily like she'd been raised to do. Grace came naturally to the elves but old habits died hard. Especially the concept of drinking wine as often as possible along with meals no matter what the contents of the food actually were.
She stretched a bit and leaned back in the chair as she did so, looking up at the ceiling with minor fascination. The remains of old paintings and fading colours could be seen among the larger sections of wood. She wondered why they didn't bother to take care of them but dismissed it to cease her stretching and toy with her fork, twirling it idly against the napkin beside it.
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Oct 6, 2011 18:04:00 GMT
"Anytime my dear.", Dodend sat across from her and politely passed her the menu. As she stopped looking at the ceiling he smiled at her, his eyes gentle, "Anything interesting up there?", he joked, not even glancing as the waiter placed his green tea next to him and uncorked a bottle of fine wine. The wine gently sloshed as it landed in the glass by Sandine's napkin before the waiter rushed off again to put the bottle away.
(Italian/French food in the menu)
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Oct 10, 2011 2:29:25 GMT
"Not really. Some worn out artwork. I suppose they invested more time into the aesthetics then found it unappealing so they went back to the current look of this place. Tends to happen," she said while shaking her head. "Just reminded me of things I'd seen before. Almost as if it were in a dream or something..."
She picked up the glass as a lazy distraction, holding it as delicately as she could be bothered. She took a sip and closed her eyes a moment or two to let the flavor settle itself in her mouth. It was pretty decent wine. The corners of her lips curled up into a smile. Acceptable quality for sure.
When Sandine opened her eyes again she couldn't help but feel mildly out of place. She was still unsettled by her contact with Allu Ileana earlier. She tried to shrug it off but something was just different. The paintings made her mind think of a word. Aroth, was it?
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