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| − | * Gennadi heads into his room, already having closed the door before he remembers to knock. Ah, well, it's not like he's likely to be interrupting anything embarassing with Sandara around. Coat goes on the coatrack, tie carefully knotted and placed to trip anyone sneaking in, and shoes tossed perfectly into place in the box the came in on the bookcase. "I'm back, Trust me, you didn't miss much entertaining."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' As he enters, he sees them. Shaliya, Sandara and Millia, talking, laughing, giggling. He hears something about Cael, something about himself... then they turn around, gretting him. "Sorry about this, Master, I just figured it would take longer... didn't want to be bored!"
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| − | '''Millia Gust: ''' The beautiful girl rises on the bed, her long, long hair playing tricks with Shaliya's face as she does so...
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| − | "Well, I suppose I will return to my own. Maybe we will talk later? During the day Cedric takes all of my time, but..." She says to Shaliya and Sandara, before turning to Gennadi. "Oh, and we barely got introduced, did we? I am Millia Gust. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Ilkov.
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' He bows to Millia, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. "I do hope so. It's part of the job title. The little prince's caretaker, yes?"
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| − | '''Millia Gust: ''' "Yes. I am to take care of the hellion prince of Whiteshield!" She says, with a giggle. "Actually, the cutest little boy I have ever seen in a long long time as well." She lets him take her hand, blushing, her wings twitching slightly. "It has been a long time since I had one do so. You are a true gentleman, lord Ilkov. And you say your job is to please?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "They call me Joybringer on occasion. I can't speak to the accuracy myself, but I like to think I fit the title. It certainly sounds nice." He smiles at her.
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| − | '''Millia: ''' Millia looks at Sandara and at Shaliya... so... well, they ''looked'' so innocent!
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| − | ... and klutzy...
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| − | But even though Millia was supposed to show an innocent world to the young prince of Whiteshield, does not mean she was innocent herself. Far from it. And well... the man was flamboyant after all. ''A pimp, is it? I wonder where our lord Windwraith knows him from... '' "Oh, it certainly does! And you seem quite able to do so. I believe I do the same, just in a more innocent fashion, to my charge."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' He shrugs. "I wouldn't know, to be honest, I haven't dealt with children for longer than you've been alive. Mostly I tell people what they want to hear. It's the sort of job that never goes out of style, though I'd think Cedric's bloodline gives him a bit more power to compel truth. Or is it the other way around?"
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| − | '''Millia: ''' "Cedric does manage to bring truth in others, yes. Well, in general they simply manage to make people... like them. Believe in them. Look up at them. They bring out the best in people. Well, all of Whiteshield did..." She looks down, grimacing. Something shook in eyes red and black, then she closed them, and brought them back to Gennadi.
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| − | "You miss too much not dealing with children, however. Well, outside of your bussiness, I would plead... but, they bring joy to your life. To your heart. Those like Cedric, even in mischief can brighten a room..." ''And I know I am not any more of a Child than prince Alexander is, but still... '' "But, what would you say was the other way around?"
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' The familiar picks a book - that was not there before - and lays on the bed with it, reading. Trying not to look at Millia. Or Sandara. She trembles a little. Gennadi knew that trembling. She was loving the get together... but Shaliya was what she was. And the closeness brought hunger in her, which she tried to quench with words...
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Insulating the royal from the dirty truth of the world." He slips his arm around her waist, escorting her to the door. "As for my business... You seem to have translated Joybringer wrong, Millia. It's not quite so physical and specific, though I admit to having done such from time to time. I am no more whoremaster than Alexsei is mass murderer." He smiles at her. "Don't worry about an apology, I get that all the time. I think it's the shoes..."
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| − | '''Millia: ''' "Oh..." She blushes, embarassed... "Sorry, anyway. And... of course, we have to protect them from some truths. But people always need protection from those truths, lord Ilkov... even those grown up. Anyway, have a good night." She says to him at the door, with a overdrawn courtsy. "And may you dream with angels."
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| − | * Gennadi nods, gesturing at her with half a wave and half a salute. "I've been known to bring those a time or two as well. You mentioned being busy with Cedric... Might I stop by? If not tomorrow, the next day. To test the truth of your words, and perhaps a little help to my image. The last thing I need is someone propositioning Sandara..."
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| − | '''Millia: ''' "Tomorrow would be fine, Lord Ilkov. I will be waiting for you!"
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| − | "You will see... some time with Cedric and you will find you need to be closer to children. And... maybe you do not need that! It was a poor error of judgement on my part, I am sure!" She says politely, eyeing Sandara on the corner of her eye.... ''Well, so you are as innocent as you seem to be... good. ''
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Perhaps! Perhaps not. Still... it's late, you need your rest if he's as tiring as you say. Good night, Millia, and I hope you enjoy your own sweet dreams." He kisses her cheek as he leads her out, a featherlight touch, almost as if she'd imagined it... and then the door is closed, and he is gone, leaving her to wonder.
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "Really gallant, master." Shal smiles up from her book, "Was the meeting really that boring?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Worse. Divorced of flowery words, the content could fit on the palm of my hand, probably even with nice calligraphic letters." He sits on the bed. "I take it you two are getting along with each other, and the new people? I noticed you talking to Calisaera when we left... what's she like? Our interactions have mostly been that she brings me drinks."
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| − | '''Sandara: ''' "She is ''fun''! She told me of things of the North, of Cael, she said there is a beautiful prince and a lady of snow around here... and I asked her of the ship, she told me it spent a thousand years under the ice... that she had so many parties before! It is so wondrous..."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "What she said," Shaliya giggles, "Also, manners comparable to the Lute. And she knows much... she appears to be just a cute servant, but..."
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| − | * Gennadi nods. "So do the both of you, and we both know better... Have you figured out the sleeping arrangements yet? Best to get that out of the way before it gets too much later."
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| − | '''Sandara: ''' "We did! My room is just around the corner, to the right! And Shaliya said she sleeps here!" Sandara nods.
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| − | ''Wonder why she stays that close to the pervert! ''
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| − | * Shaliya shrugs. "If I am supposed to not be here, I just take a nap in the immaterial. Calisara said she would show me her sanctum inside the Zephyr, too. I might go there if you have no need of me here."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Good, good... Sandara, do you mind? I need to have a short talk with Shaliya. You know where we are if you need anything."
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| − | '''Sandara: ''' "No, I do not mind!" She says, rising to her feet from her kneeling position on the bed, and walking past Gennadi... innocently oblivious to certain physical responses she seems unable to supress. The way she walks. The way she speaks. Despite sitting like a pure shrine maiden, the way she walks evokes... lust. Pure, sheer lust...
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| − | But then, she is gone.
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| − | * Gennadi lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "How are you holding up, Shaliya? I meant to check on you earlier, just... things have been happening rather fast around here." He traces the curve of her back with a finger. "Hasn't been easy to find a private moment to mention your... special needs."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "Hungry." She pouts.
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| − | She shivers... "I can feel it pulsing on your fingers, I can feel it, so warm, so hot, so tasty... it is hard. I keep thinking of Sandara as prey..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Can you last a day? No more, no less..." He moves, slow and silent, book taken from her fingers and replaced with his hands as he draws her back to his chest, a light nibble on her earlobe the only thing telling her she's moved. He Whispers to her, breath warm. "It'll take some arranging. Things are different here."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "I... can, yes. I can!" She leans on him, holding his hand, the feel there so warm, her nails like the thorns of the flower, trying not to rupture his skin... the taste of sweet petals on Gennadi's lips. "As long as you really look for it... I hate it when I am thirsty. I feel so... so... like my control is slipping, you know? I would hate to do something bad..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "I'd hate for you to do something bad. But you can understand why the people here are.. sensitive about what you need, given the war they fight."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "Yes... Deathknights. Ghosts. Drinking blood..."
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| − | Her fingers hold his' tightly, as she leans back... listening to his heart. "You don't think I am like them, do you? I kill those you want me to..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Of course not. You grow, they decay. You're the result of love, they're the result of hate and despair. If all those who killed were evil, those who were not wouldn't last a day." He leans down to kiss her, softly at first, then warming. Finally, he bites his own lip, opening a small cut and kissing her again. His voice remains low. "Just a bit, now... to last you."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' She scents it, and changes, she turns around, kissing him passionately, drinking, drinking so much of him, her lips like a soft icy drink, warming, warming at every moment, her hands holding him, possessively, so possessively.... when itfinally breaks, she looks at him, panting... panting out of hunger, out of lust, out of so many emotions... "Like... you do not have... needs that would not last a day either.." She smiles, then kisses him again, just as passionately, drawing a little more of blood... "Cheater.."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Why, Shaliya, you say that like it's a bad thing..." He traces her back again, fingers sparking blue as they touch her silken dress, here, there. "Besides, all my trouble started when I kicked a woman out of bed. I like to think I've learned a bit since then."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' Her hand reaches down, inside his pants, as she kisses... the other hand holding his hair, ruffling it... trying not to hold his back. She would cut if she held his back. Desperate... taking those bits of blood with every kiss. And in this form, she was a woman, with the same desires. Together.... "Those problems on the Great Forks begun when you threw that woman on Saito's bed, remember?" She giggles. "And you know I am... dangerous... right, master?" She kisses once again. And gives im some of her essence, remembering him how tied she was even as she said so.
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Like I'd enjoy this as much if you weren't." He winks, a bit more starry-eyed than usual as the extra essence flows in, constellations of bright blue drifting slowly from one eye to another. "What was the last time I held back from risk? As for Great Forks... That certainly doesn't count. She was already naked."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' "You...? Holding back...? When... when Venus... herself come out of the dome... to service you...." She begins to undo his shirt, taking her hand out of his pants, kissing his chest... biting softly at his bare flesh. Still panting, still needy...
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| − | * Gennadi closes his eyes, allowing himself one long, slow sigh. "I've got that on my to-do list..." He shrugs a bit, catching her hands and rolling over atop her, returning fire with small teasing nibbles, unpredictably as to where they land and perfectly distracting until he pauses, drawing back and eying her bra. "Hmmm... don't remember this one."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' She squirms under him, then relaxes... letting her master play with her, her legs entwining with him...
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| − | "I got it in Windia!" She says, "They had some nice ones there... had to do something while you were busy..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Mrm... I've been busy a lot, haven't I?" He undoes the catch with teeth and tongue, flicking it away with a motion before raining those same kisses and nibbles across newly unprotected skin. "Still, as always..." He nips her a little more sharply, soothing lash of his tongue afterwards. "You have great taste."
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' She closes her eyes, and sighs, happilly, in pleasure..
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| − | "And you, always skillful..."
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| − | She had come to be in awe of men doing it with one hand, but Gennadi needed only his lips...
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| − | She licked the iron taste on her lips, and let him kindle her other lust...
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' He might be Blue, but he was most familiar with pink, red, and purple, colors of passion and heat. He might not pay as much attention to her as he should, but he is most familiar with his Familiar... It isn't long at all before she is naked, sweating, writhing on the sheets... and he stretches out beside her while the shock of the stopping sensation races up her spine. "There. You can wait for a short nap, right? Right..." He closes his eyes.
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| − | '''Shaliya: ''' She lays on the bed, clutching the covers on her fingers...
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| − | "Hmmm..."
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| − | "Hmmmmm..."
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| − | "Hmmmm---" A disappointed sigh escaped her lips then, as all stopped... and she looked at him. "H-hey..." One blink. Another blink. And then, her face begun to contorst, as she jumped above him, got him by the collar of the open shirt... then changed her mind, just came closer... "I am going to borrow Sandara's mallet, ok?"
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| − | * Gennadi laughs, only opening his eyes after he's reached up and pulled her down into one rather hot kiss... and a bit more. Needless to say, Sandara is not bothered by any requests that night.
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| − | === Later... ===
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| − | * Gennadi brushes hair back from Shaliya's face, slowy tracing the curve of her smile with a finger before settling the hand against the wall. His fingers drum against it, stacatto pattern, the accompaniment to some long-forgotten opera. He's not sure why he does it, as seems usual lately, he just does, opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling as he finishes, humming. "Enjoy the show, Cal?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' A quicksilver light shines faintly on the ceiling, and Gennadi can just see a smile in it. "Quite a bit, yes!" The innocent, nice voice entones. "Especially the teasing... I am quite a fan of that. You chose the right moments to... and made it *fun* to watch!"
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| − | "It doesn't bother you?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: '''"Why should it? It was, after all, pretty good. I don't imagine there's much for an aiship to do but watch the passengers, so I can hardly begrudge you some small pleasures."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Why, thank you! I will make sure I make a nice breakfast for you, and ask Shal to deliver in the apron and nothing else!" The light winks. How it can possibly wink when it has no eyes, or smile without lips, being just a little silver light in the ceiling, just... is. "If you still like the same things, that is! What do you even like during breakfast these days?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Ah, yes... That. I'm pretty sure I couldn't possibly forget a lady quite so charming as you, so I'm curious... where are you remembering me from? I'm guessing my late, great, previous incarnation, but..." He shrugs, careful not to dislodge Shaliya from his chest. "Odder things have happened."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "From where? Hmmm... long, long time ago. You used to come here alot. Before everything fell... before the ice."
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| − | "You used to hang with Bastian... with Fintan. Cael was your friend... and you served the prince."
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| − | "You and Cael made such parties in the Zephyr..."
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| − | * Gennadi nods. "I don't remember it very well... just bits and pieces. I remember knowing about it, too, and writing down as much as I could, for my next self, but... sadly, not where I put all my notes." He shrugs. "Bit of a bother, that. Bastian is a name I know... Fintan? Who was that?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "The emperor. The one you served. He was nice... if a little bit uptight. The prince is much like him. But more... carefree. And free, in general. Ah, the Diaries of Azure Blessings? I suppose you were a little ''too'' careful... well, everyone was."
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| − | "It was too dangerous a game everyone played."
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| − | "I do not begrudge you either, right? Just to get that out of our way."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Ah, good. It's always better that way, I think. No need to get all personal about things..." He pats the wall. "Still, I appreciate it. So, was Tahira really so bad? It felt like my heart fell out of my chest when I heard what happened... With a matter like this, I'm not sure it's fair to trust those half-memories. Might just be a modern-day unhappiness with the daughters of the moon."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "Tahira?"
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| − | "How should I say it... she is beautiful. Dangerous. Alien. She is a predator. And she still remember to not be a pawn." She says, and silver petals of camelia appearing in the air around her... silver petals that make him remember...
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| − | ''Remember dancing. ''<br>
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| − | ''Remember Calisara watching. ''<bR>
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| − | ''Remember teaching Calisara. ''<br>
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| − | ''Remember dancing with Tahira, tails wrapped around him. ''<br>
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| − | ''In a place of wonders... ''<br>
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| − | ''Surrounded by courtesans made of words. By ghosts in beautific shapes. ''<br>
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| − | ''Hand in hand with a smiling Lunar. ''
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| − | '''''Terrified'''''
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| − | ''Something was slipping. Something that used to be there. He used to understand. ''<br>
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| − | ''He did not understand anymore. ''
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| − | "I fear she will return as much as I long for her."<br>
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| − | "Last time... last time she was here..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Last time... something happened? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. There's that question of breakfast on the table"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' "She gave me all I always wanted." She says, shamefully.<br>
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| − | "Sometimes, it is just too much...."
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| − | "She used to be your friend, you know. She used to be... she and Bastian... you were afraid of them after some time. I was... I was as well..." She begins to appear, on the ceiling, letting the silver petals fall and disappear close to her... "If you see her, run. Run. Or you will be hers'. Those she sees are hers'. Or dead. She is a predator. We are all prey... all but him, all but them. And you will love being prey..."
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| − | * Gennadi shakes his head, again patting the wall comfortingly. "Cal, dear, I believe you have me confused with some other Sidereal. Trust me when I say I have better things to do than be pretty for someone's Lunar wife.... hrm, this conversation has taken a bit of a turn for the depressing. Anything I can do to cheer you up?"
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She smiles, or tries her best to, at least. "Well, we can talk. About better things..."
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| − | "The past was glorious, Gennadi. It was wonderful. It was magic."<br>
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| − | "But stay away from it. Stay away. The memories, the happyness, the triumph, are not worth it..."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "Mrm.. I find I much prefer the future now. I can change it, but those who forget the past..." He shrugs. "I prefer eggs in the morning, spiced a bit. Fatty fried meat on the side, cold wine, red. Don't worry, I'm sure it will all turn out fine. You could call me something of a specialist in happy endings."
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| − | '''Calisara: ''' She comes closer then, her index finger touching Gennadi's sheet playfully. "You are nicer than they give you credit for, mister Ilkov. A rarity among joybringers... I always wondered why."
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| − | "Take good care of Shal, right? I will put her on the apron tomorrow - And you will have all you like, perfectly."
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| − | "Trust me... pleasing is also my specialty."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' He takes her hand and kisses the back of it, feigned bow somehow completed without really awakening Shal. "I'd make a bad joke to ruin your opinion of me, but unfortunately I left those in my other room. Good night, Cal. Though please, call me Gennadi. Mister Ilkov makes me feel old.. well, older than I already am." He winks at her, arranging the pillows and stretching out for more than feigned sleep this time.
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