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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 3, 2007 9:43:41 GMT
He watched from the shadows when she walked down the stairs, a place where he felt he belonged for some reason..... even though he knew last night was a friendly thing......**grins**....she still fascinated him. How such a creature exists. Not just well with her life, but happy..... not that what she does is degrading....and like he could talk.....blackmail....theft....murder.... seduction... manipulation.... espionage.... sabotage......
He was an expert at his job....whatever that was.....
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Post by Ace on Nov 3, 2007 9:50:10 GMT
She walked down the the stairs. She felt someone's eyes on her, but when se looked around, she noticed no one. She shrugged her shoulders and waved at Dalanor. She walked out of the door, only to return in the evening.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 3, 2007 9:53:46 GMT
Besamuel has a chucle to himself about her naivety of him (and her bad spelling)
"........ see you soon firefly......"
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Post by Ace on Nov 3, 2007 10:07:35 GMT
(bugger off... ^^)
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Post by Ace on Nov 3, 2007 16:25:18 GMT
The night had already gotten darker when Anya entered the inn. She waved at Dalanor for a drink which she got and paid. She sat down in a shady corner of the bar, trying to stay invisible. She just sat there nursing her drink silently wishing to be as happy as she had been in the morning.
But life did not treat people kindly. This morning she had been happy as a child with ice cream, but know her head hung low, her proud character was hunched. Heavy hangs the head that last night wore the crown, as her mother used to say. She wished that her friend was here, but he probably was doing whatever he was doing when he wasn't performing or drinking here.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 9, 2007 3:37:20 GMT
Belsamuel sauntered into the Inn, content that the jobs he were doing were effective in their own little ways. He had been too long gone from his place of business, so without ene glancing around the Inn or greeting Dalanor, he walked onto the stage and started a song....
Beckett is a pompous ass,
Ego matched only by class,
He thought he was gold but he is but brass,
The Lordliest Lord of Lords.
Pennies for thought and he'd get change,
Even Davy thought he was strange,
A paddling pool was out of his range,
The Lordliest Lord of Lords.
He'd woo the girls with misspelt writs,
Even though his head was under their tits,
He'd never get his hands on their bits,
The Lordliest Lord of Lords
He sits alone with all his fame,
Thinking love is all a game,
While we sing along and laugh at his name,
Our Loooooordly Lord of Loooooooooords!
He bowed to the laughing and clapping patronage and winked at Dalanor's shocked expression, winking conspiritorily..... it had been ages since he'd been in this fine a spirit!
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2007 9:28:29 GMT
Anya saw him coming in and taking the stage and the crowd. He even managed to make her smile, but that smile didn't quite reach her eyes. She clapped hard though, like she always did.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 9, 2007 23:25:21 GMT
Belsamuel looked around the crowd and went to step towards his uaual table, but then his eyes spotted a familiar figure in the lamp light.
"Anya!!!" He said as he stelled towards her, "My little firefly, how are you, I hope you haven't been waiting on me, and if so, hopefully not too long?"
He actually saw her then.....he saw her for how she truly was. No longer did she look the twinkling little spark f his night that shared his drink and his talk, but of the person on the inside. The person who would ply her trade with skill and efficiency because she chose the rules, she chose the men...... because they couldn't leave her if she cared not about them. But he did..... he had left..... he had hurt her.
So, in the corners of the bar where no one looked, he held her. He said not a word but held her in the waning lalmplight and for all the world he cried...
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Post by Ace on Nov 10, 2007 10:17:09 GMT
"Belsam" she whispered into his shoulder. She had cried, she didn't remember the last time she had cried, but tonight she did and it felt good. She knew that she had her friend. A friend that was alive and kicking, making fun of the man that had annihilated others dear to her... had annihilated someone very dear to her on that very day.
He held her while she cried, she didn't know did she cry more or the shoulder she was leaning on. After a while she calmed down to an occasional hiccup.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 11, 2007 0:07:27 GMT
He held her close for one last moment before pulling away. He smiled warmly at her and reached into his cloak.
"I got something for you while I was away, and I think this is the appropriate time for it." He pulled out a distilled bottle of her favourite vodka. "I had a friend in Russia import it secretly."
As he poured two glasses he looked her in the eye. "What's wrong my firefly? What is troubling you?"
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