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| Anastasia Zytsev | Nov 9 2010, 11:30 PM Post #1 |
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Anastasia watched the bustle of his staff as they walked through the halls, smiling as flowers were brought into the castle. That made her happy; she loved the smell of them as she walked through the stone pathways. She would have offered suggestions on how they arranged them, but she didn't want to insult them. So instead she turned back to focus on Damocles as they walked. "It's an entirely different world." Anastasia responded truthfully, nodding slightly. "Obviously I've traveled a ton. Perhaps, too much. Russia holds my heart though. I will never fully leave it, even if I live somewhere else now and again. But France is one place I have never been. What do you want to know?" As they walked outside, Annie paused for a moment to breathe in the fresh, crisp air that let her know fall was coming. Already leaves were starting to turn colors on the trees, and she could practically smell apple cider and pumpkin pies wafting right underneath her nose. "Do you spend a lot of time in town?" She asked, tightening her fingers on his arm as she stepped over a root. |
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| Damocles Faye | Dec 5 2010, 05:41 AM Post #2 |
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The enamored look Anastasia offered their surroundings brought a lighter smile to Damocles lips. He couldn't quite understand how happy just being in the late summer air made her, but he smiled nonetheless to know it did. He focused on the lightness in her demeanor, the grace and happiness she seemed to float upon, as enamored by the sight as she was (evidently) by their surroundings. "What do I want to know?" He echoed a bit taken aback as he was lifted from his thoughts surrounding how pretty she looked. He blinked, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Er--any...anything you want to tell me. Hm. What festivals do you celebrate? What do you do for fun? Have you ever...pretended you were someone else, just for a day?" As they continued to walk along the town's edges, a softer and slightly secretive smile covered his lips. He was passing bustling marketplaces, guiding her through stalls of vegetables and fruit piled up, fabric hanging overhead of the rustic scene. As he moved he nodded at the people who were bowing their head as he passed if they happened to spot him. "Not as much as I'd like." He confessed in an undertone to her. "I love being amongst my people. Not...quite sure they love me, being amongst them." His lips twitched as he watched a girl suddenly gasp and curtsy, before hiding behind a stall in apparent embarrassment. "As I believe that might get a tad bit inconvenient to their daily lives." They were continuing to move deeper into the heart of the town, his arm tightening a tad bit on hers, an idea occurring to him as a merchant nodded to them. "In fact." He waved his free hand at the merchant halfheartedly, and then turned to place it on top of his other grasping her arm. "Why don't we leave these wonderful people to their lives and...seek perhaps a bit of privacy?" He took her teasing smile as an affirmative, and the pair exited the town a different way than they'd entered, heading deeper into the woods surrounding them all. He walked carefully, insuring her gown would not be too sullied by the dirt and leaves within they watched, offering his hand whenever necessary. Damocles was nothing if not a gentleman, after all. Lifting a branch so they might cross into a secluded grove, he pulled up and turned to her, releasing her arm (with some bit of reluctance). Before she could ask, he had held up his hand and finger to indicate she wait a moment. His brow raised and wiggled. Underneath his cloak he brought out his wand. He twirled it, a red plush blanket spinning out of thin air before spreading to the ground with plump, embroidered pillows popping into existance atop it amidst a shower of sparks. Damocles rummaged in his pocket for a moment, and pulled out a tiny miniature picnic basket that had been sitting in his pocket. A swift Engorgio later, and the basket was swinging in his arm. Sweet and heavenly aromas were wafting now from the wicker, while a sheepish smile lit his face and he waved at the seats he had conjured with an open, offered palm. "Milady." And predictably, he then smirked. |
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| Anastasia Zytsev | Dec 6 2010, 04:14 AM Post #3 |
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Annie glanced over at Damocles when she heard the slight surprise in his voice at her inquiry, biting her lip to avoid smiling (and insulting him) when she saw he looked a tad more flushed than he had been a moment previous. "Festivals...events? I love the Russian ballet, and the music... oh, Damocles the music. We have everything from folk song, and music of the Russian orthodox church and...romantic composers that just make me want to cry every time I listen to them play...in fact, Adygea specifically formed Russkaya Udal, you maybe have heard of it? Perhaps not...England is so far away from home." Merlin, she needed to go visit her grandmama as soon as they were home. She was making herself so homesick talking about Russia all the time. To all but change the subject, Annie grinned to herself and slid her eyes sideways, her voice completely serious despite her teasing, "And of course, there's the Russian version of Samhain." This was a subject she dropped as they entered the town, her attention bought by a much more innocent sight of children running around and ducking past her skirts, townspeople's hustle and bustle just...really exciting her. "Well perhaps you should be around them in a way that doesn't make them nervous." Anastasia suggested just as quietly, letting go of Damocles a time or two to purchase a small trinket here, a juicy, fleshy plum there. She was very generous with her compliments, promising to come back and visit for other stocks. It seemed like there was no one she missed, even the younger girl hiding after her curtsy. In fact, it wasn't until Damocles' grip on her tightened and he brought his other hand to her that she turned her attention back to him, highly amused at his suggestion. Faye boys didn't like sharing. So she followed him back into the woods, keeping her breathing as even as possible. Trekking through wilderness she was used to; trekking through wilderness in a dress that literally weighed more than she did? Not so much fun. Yet, he was very patient and careful with her, helping her over rough patches and lifting away growth so she could walk freely. Only after he had paused into a beautiful grove did she go to speak again, but he indicated that she should wait. Her own eyebrow went up, her lips pouting as she crossed her arms at his nonverbal order. Yet, he wiggled his brow and she couldn't help but be more than tickled pink that he planned out an entire picnic for them. Anastasia hadn't even realized that she was hungry until she smelled the basket. It was actually a surprise to her that she had even felt hungry whatsoever; she hadn't felt like eating much lately. Only after he was completely finished did he offer her a seat, entertained as she watched his smirk appear. "You're adorable." She told him with a beam, sinking down onto the blanket he had provided for him and resting against the pillows he had conjured. "And oh so proud of yourself." She also noted, sliding her own wand out of her bodice so that she could cast a simple warming spell upon the glade, knowing that once she had sat for just a few minutes, the cooler fall air would start to get to her. "Milord, you are aware this does show me you didn't 'just have a morning off'." Anastasia grinned at him, "That this took premeditation and preparation?" It didn't matter; she found it sweet. It pleased her that he went through the effort. |
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