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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 13:36:27 GMT -5
The play ended and I took my seat, waiting for everyone else to clear out first. The play had been good, funny and light-hearted. It was nice to come away from a performance with a smile, too often I walked out melancholy and thoughtful.
My row was slow with the emptying so I stretched out my legs under the chair in front of me and waited.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 13:49:19 GMT -5
A regular patron who knew I was well engrossed with the arts had given me a single ticket to attend a new play that was playing at the theatre, a comedy, and so, dressed in a silk gown of royal purple that hugged my chest and stomach but then flowed, billowing like clouds to the floor, and with eyes darkened with khol, I attended.
The play seemed to pass by quickly, I had laughed and watched and was light and airy as I rose, appluading, then moved to leave the theatre. I had not seen anyone I knew, and so I made to leave the theatre right away and return to Mont Nuit. Hastilly, I turned to my right, trying to figure out which side of my row was exiting faster, and, choosing that side, moved along slowly with the rest.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 13:51:27 GMT -5
Idly, I’d been watching the faces of those moving along the aisles when I came upon one I recognized.
Smiling, I watched Sefirah, hoping she’d glance my way and see me.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 14:08:25 GMT -5
My aisle seemed to have stalled and I laughed softly to myself before deciding to look around. I glanced first to the stage, the curtains had fallen, lush and velveteen. Then I looked to the right of me. Sitting, reclined almost, and with a smile on his lips was Darien. He had seen me first, or so it seemed. I smiled back, turning towards him, placing my hands on the back of the seat in front of me as I leaned forward over it.
"Well... fancy seeing you here," I said with a soft smile and a laugh to match. My voice barely reached over the din of shuffling and chattering people, the masses leaving the theatre. My eyes passed to my row, and upon seeing that it had not moved much at all, I looked back to him, a little more closely this time.
He looked good. He looked happy.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 14:12:18 GMT -5
“Indeed,” I replied, loud enough for her to hear. “Though it seems as if the entire City might be here right now.” Purple was a good color on her, I appreciated the way the color looked against her skin. “Did you enjoy the play?”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 14:23:39 GMT -5
I smiled wider, opting to take a seat so the others behind me could move around me easier, crossing my legs as I perched my arm over the back of the seat and turned in it to face him better.
"Yes, it would seem so," I said with another light laugh, "and yes, I did. It was different. A nice change from the usual tragedies and political works," I said as I cocked my head, glancing to the left and right of him and noticing he was alone. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 14:27:55 GMT -5
“I did, and for much the same reasons. It’s hard to find a performance that just leaves you smiling, but this one certainly achieved that,” I answered. I glanced at those standing near her, wondering if she was on an assignation. “Are you here with someone?”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 14:31:04 GMT -5
I smiled at his question, glad that I didn't ask it first, considering how much I pried into his personal life, or at least attempted to, during a limning. "No, I came alone. Twas a gift from a patron," I said a little softer. "One I had painted. He thought it a good idea to treat me to a performance," since I was so terribly good at giving him one of my own I added inwardly, then ducked my head a moment to hide my wry smile. "How about you? Lovely lady on your arm? Or come to enjoy by yourself?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 14:32:40 GMT -5
“By myself,” I answered with a chuckle. “That was a very nice gift from your patron. He must have liked your painting very much.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 14:37:21 GMT -5
I blushed then, the wry smile returning, though I didn't duck my head. "I am very skilled at what I do... um.. painting... that is," I said with a giggle, covering my mouth as I did. "Maybe one day I could paint you," I said with the most innocent smile I could muster.
My row was starting to file out faster, as fewer and fewer people brushed past my skirts.
"I am famished though," I said with a chuckle, changing the topic before I took it too out of hand. My mind had already flashed to a million different comments that I was hard put not to voice.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 14:39:45 GMT -5
I chuckled at her idea of painting me. I was rather certain I knew what she really meant.
“I had been planning to go get a meal, would you like to join me or do you need to return to Jasmine?” I asked.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 15:04:33 GMT -5
He laughed, but said nothing. It was better than a frown and being scolded, for certain.
I smiled at the invite, and were I a little younger and less learned I'd have jumped up and down, squealing. But instead, I smiled sweetly, though I was sure it was a bright smile, and nodded. "I would love to join you, Darien. I've the Dowayne's permission to spend this evening out." I rose from my seat, smoothing my skirts. "Where did you have in mind?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 18:15:54 GMT -5
“Caisse de Pomme,” I answered. “Have you been there?”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 22:34:59 GMT -5
"I have," I said with a smile, "lovely place. They have never disappointed me," I continued. "I am guessing you have been?" I asked as I moved to the end of my row, but kept my eyes on him.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 22:54:39 GMT -5
“I have, yes,” I said. I motioned to the seat next to me. “I was going to wait for the crowd to thin before leaving if you’d like to join me.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 7, 2009 23:32:32 GMT -5
I walked down his aisle, my dress billowing around my ankles even in the confined space, the fabric smooth against my skin as I sat down in the seat beside him with a thankful smile, crossing one leg over the other, my fingers entwined and placed on my knee. I leaned a little closer to him so we would not need to talk as loudly.
And mayhap just a little to see if he smelled as amazing as he had the last time I had gone to his to continue my marque.
"I would love to," I said with a laugh. "Sounds like a good idea as well. By that time all will have cleared and it will be far less stressful to maneuver about," I murmured. "So long as neither of us perishes from starvation," I said with a teasing lilt and a soft laugh.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 7, 2009 23:38:03 GMT -5
“True,” I said with a chuckle. “Though I don’t know if we’d actually get to the food faster if we tried to wade through the crowd.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 2:57:12 GMT -5
"You are right in that," I said, smiling still. It was so easy to around him. "Not only would it take as long, we'd be twice as tired, and perhaps annoyed. That would just waste the effect of the play. I don't mind sitting here and waiting, especially with your company," I said as I looked at him sidelong, my lips curling into a coy smile.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 11:53:03 GMT -5
I smiled at reached out, letting my finger brush her neck as I pushed a lock of hair back over her shoulder.
“You’re such a charmer Sefirah,” I said.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 17:53:38 GMT -5
I turned to him as he brushd to lock over my shoulder, his finger brushing my skin and making me shiver, his smile comforting but, still somewhat else, and I felt that slight flutter in my stomach that I had before. I lifted my hand and brushed his cheek in a soft caress.
"Well you are so terribly worthy of charming, Darien," I said with a smile before letting my hand fall, brushing his shoulder before I put my hands on my thighs, smoothing over them slightly. "So have you an idea of what you are in the mood for? Something sweet or savoury?" I murmured, my voice soft, my laugh musical as I smiled coyly.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 19:57:15 GMT -5
“Both, savory first and finish with something sweet. They make a wonderful omelet, I was thinking of having that,” I answered with a smile.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 20:29:27 GMT -5
I smiled back at him, though my mind had to wander and wonder whether that something sweet might be me. I brought myself back to the discussion at hand and forced myself to pay attention.
"Hmmm, that sounds appetizing actually," I said with a smile, "though I do love their crepes. Delicate and rather tastey," I murmured, loud enough to hear over those who still filed out of the theatre. We weren't quite alone, but we were getting there.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 20:36:32 GMT -5
“Yes, the crepes there are quite tasty. Perhaps I’ll have the berry crepes after the omelet,” I said, thinking. I looked at her. “What is your favorite thing to eat?”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 20:39:39 GMT -5
I smiled. "My absolute favourite thing?" I queried, more outloud to myself than repeating the question as I thought on. Twas difficult, being an adept of Jasmine, I found many things pleasureable. "I would have to say pudding francaise. It has to be the most decadent chocolate dessert I have ever tasted. It is like it melts perfectly, so smooth, sweet and rich, the moment it slides off the fork and into your mouth," I said opening my eyes and blushing, realising I was recounting this with my eyes closed as if savouring the first bite of it. "What is yours?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 20:42:19 GMT -5
“Crispy duck with vegetable pudding and creamed onions,” I answered. “My mother makes it for me on my natal.” I chuckled. “She ends up making two whole meals that day, one for me and one for Talitha.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 20:45:01 GMT -5
I laughed softly. "That sounds absolutely succulent. Duck is really lovely. But," I said, tilting my head a little to the side, perplexed, "why two separate meals? Does Talitha not like duck?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 20:53:46 GMT -5
“She does, but she has other favorites. Mother always makes a beef and mushroom casserole with braised tomatoes and crispy leeks for her,” I answered, chuckling. “We end up with far too much food for one night.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 20:57:34 GMT -5
I laughed softly. It was sweet, to have such a great sounding family, so much love, affection, and I thought back on my mother for a moment and frowned. I loved her, with all my heart, and missed her terribly, and she had finally decided to move on from father. I resolved, then, inwardly, to write her again. My smile returned and I looked into his face. "That sounds lovely, excess food or not," I said with a laugh, "that just means you will be able to enjoy your favourite meal twice in a row!"
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Post by Darien Kachine on Aug 8, 2009 21:07:38 GMT -5
I watched as the emotions crossed her face.
“Why did you frown?” I asked, shifting so I was facing her a little more.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Aug 8, 2009 21:15:14 GMT -5
I smiled sadly, looking into his eyes. He had seen it and I didn't want to put a damper on the evening with my sadness. "I was thinking on mothers. I ... haven't seen mine in a while. I actually resolved just then to write her again," I said with a soft chuckle. "She's such a lovely, strong woman," I said shaking my head. "I just miss her."
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