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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 0:36:55 GMT -5
My fingers twitched absently, wishing for the feel of guitar strings. “Yes, there is something else, or many other things, or perhaps it’s absolutely everything,” I sighed.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 22, 2008 1:14:25 GMT -5
"Being wealthy and powerful beginning to bore you?" I asked without looking at him, refilling both our glasses.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 1:18:37 GMT -5
“I am neither. My father is both, and I guess so is my mother and certain siblings. None of it is mine though, nor do I want any of it so it doesn’t affect my moods,” I said, then drank down half my brandy. “Something has to matter to you for it to fray your nerves, don’t you think?”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 22, 2008 1:44:51 GMT -5
"Only if you aren't lying to yourself about whether it matters or not," I replied.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 10:52:00 GMT -5
“I know what matters,” I said softly, my eyes sweeping closed as aching rose inside me. Opening them again, I finished off my brandy. “Wealth and power don’t matter.”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 22, 2008 13:21:11 GMT -5
"Then tell me my young philosopher," I replied, inwardly disagreeing with him completely. Perhaps there were more important things in life, but they mattered. "What does matter?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 13:23:22 GMT -5
“Passion,” I answered, studying the drops of brandy that swirled around at the bottom of my mug.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 22, 2008 14:02:22 GMT -5
"Not love?" I asked, a little surprised. Usually young men this mopey where pining for some unattainable woman.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 17:16:56 GMT -5
"What is love without passion?" I replied.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 22, 2008 18:59:13 GMT -5
"What is passion without love?" I returned, sipping more slowly on this glass. I wasn't expressing any bias, merely taking the other side of the argument. "Love can be fulfilling on its own, can you say the same for passion?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 22, 2008 19:55:56 GMT -5
“You can be passionate about things you don’t love. Hate is not hate without passion,” I said.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 23, 2008 13:30:17 GMT -5
"Do you find hate fulfilling then?" I asked curiously.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 23, 2008 22:44:57 GMT -5
“No, but something doesn’t have to be fulfilling to be. Some things just are,” I said. “More things are than should be.”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 23, 2008 23:13:55 GMT -5
I contemplated him for a long moment, seeing the seeping wound in his being. But tonight I wasn't in the mood to be cruel, so I shook my head and silently took a drink.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 24, 2008 20:29:04 GMT -5
I felt her watching me, but only glanced at her. “Now you see why I’m here alone,” I said with a bitter chuckle.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 25, 2008 14:46:25 GMT -5
I wasn't in the mood to soothe anyone's sore ego, or right the world's wrongs. I rarely was. "I have a couple of ideas," I replied blandly. "What's their name?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 25, 2008 20:49:32 GMT -5
“I don’t know who you are referring to,” I said, honestly confused.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 27, 2008 0:17:23 GMT -5
"People who come into a bar, waxing philosophical in a rather bitter manner, usually have someone they'd rather be spending time with," I replied to my brandy before taking a small sip.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 27, 2008 2:39:25 GMT -5
“I am not ‘people’,” I replied. “Are you here longing for someone else?”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 28, 2008 20:32:03 GMT -5
"No," I replied after swallowing. Technically, it was the truth. "And I apologize if I pricked your pride."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 29, 2008 2:34:08 GMT -5
“No apologies, this hardly seems the place for such trappings of social etiquette,” I said.
Turning my head I looked at her for a moment. “Will I ever get to know your name?”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 29, 2008 19:35:01 GMT -5
"I guess that depends on whether you ever grace me with yours," I replied, meeting his eyes with a raised brow.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 30, 2008 2:33:05 GMT -5
“Perhaps a place like this isn’t mean for real names, give me one of your making and I shall answer to that,” I replied. The brandy was burning a hole in my stomach and escaping straight to my brain.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 30, 2008 17:55:21 GMT -5
"I get to name you? Well, this is fun," I replied, taking a sip of brandy as I studied him and thought. "You look like a Gregoire. Or perhaps an Edouard? Which do you prefer?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 30, 2008 22:52:11 GMT -5
I glanced up as she said Edouard…I got the feeling she rather knew who I was.
“Gregoire,” I said.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Nov 30, 2008 23:23:01 GMT -5
"Alright Gregoire," I replied with a grin. My suspicion was getting stronger, the way he reacted. "What shall you call me?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Nov 30, 2008 23:34:23 GMT -5
I thought for a moment. “Rheta,” I answered.
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Dec 1, 2008 0:04:13 GMT -5
"Not my first choice, but not bad," I replied with a chuckle.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Dec 1, 2008 0:08:56 GMT -5
“It means ‘pearl’,” I said. “What would have been your first choice?”
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Post by Anacrasia Shahrizai on Dec 1, 2008 13:35:34 GMT -5
"I would have gone for something very sweet and innocent sounding. Like Annabelle," I replied with a chuckle. "But Rheta is fine."
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