Princess Azabel de Somerville
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jun 29, 2011 14:19:38 GMT -5
I laughed when he hailed his sticky bun aloft, and I lifted mine as well, touching it to his as if we were holding fine glasses of champagne instead. "To everlasting friendships," I echoed, feeling so serene and calm, so happy and relaxed. My smile flickered at him a little more before I finally broke my gaze and began to nibble at my stickybun, savoring the outside sweetness before biting into it fully.
"Your shoppe looks like it's doing very well," I commented after I'd swallowed, looking back up at him. All I could see now was his face, his beautiful hair, and had I not been holding his hand I might have been tempted to touch it. My thumb shifted a little against the outside of his index finger, enjoying the feel of his skin on mine. "I'm really very happy for you. I've heard people talk about your wines, and how much they prize them," I added, and it was true, too.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Jul 6, 2011 16:33:46 GMT -5
For all the worlds and Gods she was beautiful when she was free and happy. I would not say she was childlike but.. there was something about her that seemed innocent in it, as though no harm could be done with her smile, her words when she was happy, not that I could ever find her causing pain in any othe rsense, at least not intentionally. But it was beautiful, so unassuming, so pretty and perfect when she smiled, when she spoke, when she laughed. Ah sweet Elua, what was it about this woman that made me feel this way, made it so that I felt years younger, and free too, free and happy as though I hadn't a care in teh world. Was she a sprite, a fairy princess, full of mystery and wonder and enchantment I had barely even begun to uncover? Or was this just Bella, Bella without worries or fears plaguing her mind and soul.
I bit my bun thoughtfully, my eyes upon her, staring no doubt in a rather peculiar manner as I admired her silently, and still with that fool's grin on my face, even as I ate. But her voice broke my reverie, though my smile remained, strong and true.
"Thank you for saying so, my lovely lady," I said, laughingsoftly. "It has been doing well, far better than I expected it would, though at first business was slow. it seems the spring and summer months are the busiest, with fetes galore, adn weddings, natales, oh and did I mention fetes?" I teased. "Something there seems never to be a shortage of here, though I could not complain. Though I hope those people are spreading the good word, though, if the news made it back to you, I suppose they are," I grinned, "though you knew of my impeccable wines already," I teased her again, squeezing her hand gently before I nudged her slightly and playfully with my shoulder, chuckling.
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Princess Azabel de Somerville
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 8, 2011 9:42:37 GMT -5
My smile grew more as I watched him, which ironically showed him watching me back. He had the silliest smile on his mouth and a strangely thoughtful look in his eyes, two halves that did not match up. I wondered what he was thinking, craved the answers in his head, longed to know him better. I felt so... alive, so free, and it was funny; with my freedom I ran to Baltasar, wanting to share it with him. Truth be, in this moment I wanted to kiss him, but we both were eating our stickybuns, a purchase I now regretted only because it disallowed me to touch him with my other hand as well.
"That I do," I added, trying to not enjoy his playful squeeze and bump of his shoulder quite so much. I leaned my head after swallowing another bite of my bun, thankful it was almost gone, and rested my temple against his shoulder for a moment. "And your wines are rather delectable... though I admit, I'm rather curious about trying the one you've brought with you."
My eyes sparkled a little, and rather than watching other people around us, I watched our hands as they held one another. My skin was lightly tanned, but pale in comparison to his deep skin, beautiful and richly colored. I ran my thumb over the outside of his finger again, lightly, my hand nestled comfortably in his grip.
"I'm happy for you," I said suddenly, without picking my head off his shoulder. "That things are going so well for you. I'm sure your parents must be bursting with pride for you, and your siblings too." I knew I was, but I didn't want him to think I was trying to keep the conversation on me. Too much of our friendship had revolved around me already, and I wanted him to know how interested I was in him and his life, not just in having him coddle me through my own.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Jul 18, 2011 15:04:45 GMT -5
Those eyes - Elua. I could truly stare into them for centuries, eons, forever and a day, and I smiled as she pressed her head to my shoulder, and I let out a deep breath I did not realise I was holding, feeling my body relax so much more than it had in the longest time - perhaps since the last time I had seen her. It felt good, to be here, to be with her, and to not have to worry about any sort of consequences, not worry about her feeling guilty for any sort of feeling or actions taht might arise between us. For certain, we were friends, and I felt we would be forever together in that capactiy, but there was always something more in my heart and soul for her, even if I did not voice it at the ready.
"Thank you," I murmured in response, refraining from turning my head to place a kiss on the top of hers. The urge was so strong, but I stopped myself with all teh will power I had. And even though there was that tension, it was a elcome one. It was sort of funny, and I smiled widely for it.
"I think they are. My father I know is and my mother as well. My brother too, no doubt but... ah that little bit of familial problems still weighs heavy upon my mind and heart Bella. You may recall it... what I shared with you," I said in a voice much like a whisper. I sighed softly but then smiled again. "But enough of those things, this is a happy day, I have finally gotten to see you again, and managed to con you into purchasing sticky buns! How could I not be happy. And the wine," I said, turning to look at it as it sat on teh bench beside me, "once we figure out where we will open it, you can have as muh of it as you like. i must admit it has been my wine of choice since its creation. I tend not to drink anything else." I said, my smile turning slightly playful, my lips curving upwards at teh corners.
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Princess Azabel de Somerville
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 20, 2011 21:09:50 GMT -5
Happily I finished the remainder of my stickybun as he spoke, and not knowing what else to do about the leftover honey on my fingers, I.. Well, I simply stuck them in my mouth one by one and licked it off. As quietly as possibly, surely, and as dainty like, but truth was there was little in the way of manners when it came to such things.
I picked my head up when he spoke of his family, watching him, remembering clearly what he had said about such things. The urge to kiss him, to try to soothe away the faint wrinkle that appeared between his brows so powerful that I very nearly acted on it, and only a tight grip on my self control kept me from it. I remembered well how his mouth tasted, remembered what his hair felt like against my fingers, remembered how his skin glistened in the light of the fire as he.. Well.
Hurriedly I pushed those thoughts from my mind, focusing instead on him, though the urge to kiss hadn't gone away one whit. "I remember," I said softly, and gods, looking at him, knowing his pain as I did.. it was enough to crack my will. I retained myself enough not to kiss him on the mouth, but instead I kissed his cheek, a touch that surprised even me, and I lingered for a shocked second before pulling back, my eyes averting briefly before rising to his again.
"The wine," I repeated, calling a smile to my lips, and somehow keeping a blush from my cheeks. My hand squeezed his, and I settled my skirts unnecessarily as I spoke. "Well, shall we return the stickybuns left to your assistants, and open the bottle of wine while we're there? I admit, I cannot wait to taste your creation," I said, honestly and utterly truthful... though I couldn't help but wonder at the fact that he'd named a wine after me, and now drank nothing but it. Did he...? No, too irrational a thought. I smiled at him instead, but I wondered, and nothing I did could keep me from it.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Jul 26, 2011 10:40:08 GMT -5
I could see that she felt for me, in her eyes, in the set of her brow, and her jaw, how her lips downturned at teh corners jsut slightly. She felt for me, as ever anyone had, and so honestly, too. It was ehartwarming to see that, regardless of how much silent time had passed between us, we could easily just pick up where we had left off, spilling our heart's secrets, leaning on one another, and still finding the time to laugh and joke and be happy in each other's company - even through rough discussions and sad news. However, I was not prepared for the kiss. The kiss. Ah Elua, oso soft upon my cheek, the press of her lips, smooth, like two petals pressing against my skin, her scent enveloping me, her warmth cascading over me, even if for a brief second brought back a wash of memories of kisses just as sweet, and for a moment, I chuckled softly, dipping my head, just as she pulled back and looked away, but only for a moment. I had to wonder though what went through her mind before she spoke again, wondered if it was the same as what went through mine, the thought of that night together where we had consoled one another and... ah Elua. But now... bringing up anything like that... it would probably be too soon, and the last thing I wanted was to lose her again. Instead, I smiled, and followd suit in her actions earlier, finishing my own sticky bun and suckling upon my fingers, though my eyes stayed upon her visage as I did, lips nand eyes smiling, the latter twinkling with merriment before I dropped my hand from my face and laughed.
"Alright, buns for them, wine for us. I think that sounds absolutely perfect, actually," I replied. "And I do hope you will like Bella as much as I do," I said, "the wine, I mean, of course," I said, chuckling as I ran a hand through my locks, then picked up the bottle of wine and stoode, offering Bella my hand.
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Princess Azabel de Somerville
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 27, 2011 9:03:07 GMT -5
I smiled at him, a whole-hearted, fully honest smile as I watched him drag his hand through his hair before standing. I'd never seen a person, man or woman, scrub their hand over their scalp as much as Balta did, and if he itched I'd have to wonder other things.. but for Balta it seemed a nervous habit. Nervous? Elua, I never wanted him to be nervous around me. Admittedly, I was around him at times, but that was different - that was me.
Accepting his hand, I rose, brushing at my skirts to rid any crumbs that may have fallen before I took up the stinkybun bag. "Of course," I replied, the expression on my face plain that I was just barely not laughing. "At least we are not far," I said as we began walking towards his shoppe again, my skirts swinging easily about my ankles, though truth was that I didn't care if we were miles from it.Walking with Balta was a pleasure, and I was a little afraid that he would have to return to work. It wasn't fair of me to keep him from it though.. mayhap I could see if he would want to do something in the future. "I need to apologize to your boss anyway, for stealing you away," I added, grinning at him.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Jul 27, 2011 12:10:01 GMT -5
Taking up my arm, she was a vision, one tha tI had to drag my gaze from in order to ensure we walked at least a mostly straight path back to the wine shoppe. But the way the sun glinted on her locks, the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved when she smiled, it was very hard to keep my eyes from her, and not in that sort of manner some men had to look at a woman like they might devour them in an unsavoury fashion, but just to look upon her with... wonder, I suppose, was the best way to describe it, and happiness. Happy to call her my friend, and to have her at my side as such. Happy that she was happy and that we had found our way back to one another again. And happy that we were spending time together without any sort of dark cloud looming near, even with her jesting about my stingy boss. I laughed, then feigned a look of downtrodden dejection and fear. If I could I'd be wriging my hands to sell the appearance.
"Oh, boss man may have my hide tanned, but it is well worth it," I teased, winking then and chuckling. "Perhaps if we are both very good he will give me the rest of the day off to entertain this lovely lady who has so graciously taken up my arm," I offered with raised brows.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 27, 2011 12:58:17 GMT -5
My brows rose with his comment that he could take the rest of the day off, and I hand to stamp on the sudden elation of joy for fear that I would begin bouncing out of unrepressed joy. My smile grew though, and I ducked my head to hide it, looking to the path before us and smiling to a couple we passed along the street.
"Mayhap I can sweet talk him into giving you the remainder of the day without tanning your hide after," I offered, teasing as I glanced back at him again. We walked together, my hand tucked into his arm, strolling closer than acquaintences might. Nay, I walked closely beside him, taking comfort still in the fact that he was there, and though my skirts brushed my ankles, they brushed his, too.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Jul 27, 2011 13:34:03 GMT -5
Grinning from ear to ear I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, he is the rather petulent type," I muttered before laughing, "though I am sure you could pull anything off dearest Bella, and I am sure he would agree once the plea was heard."
I still found it almost hard to believe that she was beside me, but at the same time, I did not. It felt good to know that the import I had placed in us, in our friendship, was returned just as much. Walking with her, arm in arm, it just felt ... right, it felt perfect, like this was where we were supposed to be at this very point in time, not later, or earlier, but now, and not a mile apart, or closer, but just as we were. And both of our words seemed to promise havinga full day together, which I more than looked forward to.
As we walked, her arm in mine, I felt the caress of her skirts against me, and even the slightest touch of her hip at my own, and though there was probably nothing meant by it, I could not help but feel my heart beat leap excitedly, and could not help that my smile curved just a little bit more.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 27, 2011 15:11:08 GMT -5
Dearest Bella. Foolhardy, mayhap, but I enjoyed that particular sentiment for the gods knows why. It brought a little flutter to my heart; had anyone else called me Bella, I would have looked at them in a peculiar fashion, but from Balta anything else was strange, not this. Well, Balta and my father, but my father hadn't called me Bella in years. I looked at him for a moment as we walked, smiling, but not saying anything before I turned my gaze away again.
"What would you like to do to day?" I asked, though we were nearing his wine shoppe again. I was anxious to be in and out of there, to have time to ourselves, to catch up and relearn one another and what had gone on in our lives. Comfortable, I walked beside him, imagining I could still smell his cologne, and still silently reveling in the crisp feel of his shirt against my skin.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Aug 10, 2011 15:39:22 GMT -5
The two of us, walking as we were... ah it still just felt perfect, like an old shirt that you would never part with because it fits perfectly, still has a certain scent to it that reminds you of home, and happiness. Bella was that shirt to me. i scrunched my face a moment as we walked, thinking on how I likened her to an old shirt and shook my head at my own thoughts before she spoke.
"Anything your heart desires. We've already had the delicious sticky buns, but perhaps after the wine we could take in a show, this time my treat," I tased, "something at the playhouse? Or peruse the artists guild and see what they have hanging about," I queried, cocking my head as I turned to rest my gaze upon her. She was beautiful, in profile, in day, in teh night, in any and all ways, even when she cried, but I tried not to think on that too much. Even as beautiful as she was I hated to see her crying.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Aug 31, 2011 23:57:30 GMT -5
"The playhouse?"
It wasn't what I had expected, if anything, and I found myself smiling more at the prospect of sitting, taking in a play, nestled comfortably into Baltas side as the actors played. "I think I would like that very much," I replied, voice inflicted with warmth and joy. Coloring slightly at my brazen response, I attempted to cover-over it with a question, hoping he didn't see my silliness. "Have you heard any good plays in the Houses lately? I'm afraid I'm far behind all such things," I admitted, not at all abashed by the admittance. I watched him curiously as we walked between glances to see where we were going. Gods, I'd missed him... and he was so much more handsome now than he was before, if it were possible.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 14, 2011 14:08:16 GMT -5
I could not help the grin that widened on my lips, or the chuckle that escaped them at her excitement over teh idea, and the slight colouring of her cheeks that made me want to brush a thumb gently over her smooth, silken skin, but I refrained, even as my fingers twitched and itched to do it. No I just chuckled and shook my head. She was beautiful, and yet there was this innocence about her that was adorable, though I daresay if I voiced it I might find myself with a pretty little red mark upon my cheek in the form of five fingers anda palm. But it didn't matter, really, where we went, all that mattered to me was that I was at her side, and we found enjoyment in each other's company.
"Hmmm... well they do have this play I have seen posters about for... a comedy of sorts, the usual tangled love webs but with a d'Angeline flair to it, as we always have a way of doing," I tease. We... like I was born here, though I did share the blood, it felt... odd to say it... but right, too. "A man loves a woman, who loves another woman, who loves the man that loves the first woman. Many of my patrons have come back with praises upon their lips for the play while they drank at teh bar, so that woul dbe the first to pop into my head. Besides, I think we could both use a good laugh," I teased, my eyes looking upon her, watching the way she looked at me now and then. For all I should be watching where I went, I could not look away. I had already accepted in my mind that were I to walk into a horse drawn buggy, it would be purely of my own doing.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Sept 20, 2011 8:50:05 GMT -5
We neared the door to his shoppe as he spoke, and I was loathe to go in, if only because it meant our conversation would be at an end. I sorely wished for a place to wash my hands, even to just dip them in water to remove any excess stickiness, and I knew Balta likely had a basin somewhere that he wouldn't mind letting me use. Shopkeeps with dirty hands never sold many items, and I'd never known Baltas hands to be anything but clean and well cared for.
For a moment, I remembered the feel of his hands on me. I remembered what it was like to have his hand brush across my cheek and down my throat, over my shoulders, coursing, learning me. Pushing the memory away was like trying to close a glass door; even if I turned away, I knew it was there, looming, and all I had to do was but turn my head to see it again.
"That sounds complicated!" I laughed as we stepped into his shoppe. Reluctantly I let go of his arm, knowing he would have to maneuver about, talk to his employees and give them the food we'd purchased for them. Wine was in order as well, but I wasn't sure if he wanted to have it now, or save it til after the play. I wouldn't mind curling up on a couch with him, holding a glass of wine and talking as the sun sank. The scene made my smile grow, and I ducked my eyes momentarily before looking back to him again. "Well, I've nothing on my agenda til tomorrow, so I am yours today, Monsieur de Cordova," I added, a warm sparkle to my eye.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 21, 2011 10:42:10 GMT -5
We enterd my shop with the sound of her laughter in the air, surrounding me like a warm blanket. Her smile was infectious, and though I had not stopped smiling, mine grew brighter for it. I held the door open for her as she moved past and entered after her, the bells jingling before my employees looked up to see us returning, a smile on their lips with inquisitive glances to the little paper bag, and the bottle of wine I still held.
"No drinking on the job,"" i teased as my free hand lingered for a moment, brushing the small of Bella's back as I gave her an apologetic smile and moved towards the bar.
"The lady has treated me to a treat, and you both as well," I said with a smile as I handed over the package. It was opened, and thanks were given with wide grins. "You may both go and enjoy, but make haste... I regret to inform you that I will be taking the day to entertain this fair lady. Aftrerall, how could one say no, I think you would both agree." They laughed, nodding and making their way to the back as I took up my spot once more behind the counter. I pulled out a corkscrew and turned my attention to Bella once again.
"We wont have to stay for long," I promised, "just until they finish their little break. And then we can make our way to the playhouse," I grinned and placed the bottle on the bar, realising then that my fingers were still sticky, and then that meant hers were too. "I've a basin back here of cool water if you wish to wash away the evidence," i offered. My eyes must have sparkled when I looked at her. So many emotions coursing through me, and all of them good ones. Admiration, adoration, elation, ah it was just the most amazing feeling being around her. And when I thought I would not see her again, she just appears. But this time, to stay. And at least for the day, though I knew I would be loathe to send her aay when our fun was done. But I needn't not dwell on such thoughts. She was here now, radiant as ever, glowing and beuaitful and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Sept 28, 2011 15:07:37 GMT -5
Oh Balta. I watched, a smile on my lips, as he gave his employees their little bag and dismissed them to the back. It was a dismissal, one they took gladly, but Balta accomplished it much as a friend, or a dear father would, and it anything it seemed to have left them feeling indebted rather than ruffled. Even the announcement that his absence came with little reaction, even though it undoubtedly would leave them with more work to do.
When he returned to me and read my mind with a bit of water to cleanse my hands with, I nearly laughed again. "Are you sure your employer won't mind me stepping behind the counter?"
My eyes twinkled with mirth as I joined him, seeing for the first time what it was like to be back here. I took in the room before my eyes went to Baltas, only to find him looking at me with those soft eyes of his... and it was as if I could see his soul.
I wanted to kiss him. He looked so happy, so relaxed, and I hoped, I prayed, that I wouldn't do anything to hurt him again. Coloring slightly, I dropped my gaze to the basin he'd mentioned, and I dipped my fingers in and began lightly rubbing, glad to get rid of the stickiness, and to have an excuse to remove my gaze. How could he look at me so, with all that had happened? But he did, Elua he did, and I couldn't help but peek back up at him, my mouth still curved in pleasure.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on Sept 28, 2011 15:30:14 GMT -5
I laughed, shaking my head no when she asked if my employer would mind. "So long as you don't break anything," I chided teasingly with a pointed finger, shaking it sternly, though my lips still held their playful curve and my eyes never left her, even as she turned her gaze away to dip her fingers in teh water and rub the sticky mess from them. I nudged her just slightly, dipping my hands in as well, then flashing the most winning grin I could muster, which evidently was not hard to do, then again how could it be. Ah, today was just... well.. it was not what I had expected at all. I had not expected her to come into the shoppe, and with such news, and such happiness and lightness about her. It wa salmost too good to be true and I was terribly tempted to pinch myself to ensure I was not dreaming, for if I woke from this dream I would wake to have my heart broken twice over, and with no one to blame byut myself. But no, this was real, her body at my side, the waarmth that seemed to just emenaate from her in waves, the little glances adn the smile on her lips, it was all so very real. I let out a deep sigh, though not a loud one, and one that was not sad but.. relieved.
"Have you ever been behind a bar before?" I queried, raising a brow as I removed my hands from teh water and brought out a rough towel to dry my hands and passing it to Bella afterwards.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Sept 28, 2011 15:44:43 GMT -5
I grinned at him as he admonished me not to break anything, my expression taking on a decidedly innocent light, as if to say, who, me? He watched me though, and I felt his eyes through my skin, through my clothes, and a shiver passed through me as he handed me a towel whilst he spoke.
"Behind a bar? Goodness, no," I laughed as I dried my hands, then neatly folded the towel to put it where he'd gotten it from. "In front of them from time to time, but even that is looked down upon. I've begun to find that I care less than I used to, though," I added, matter-o-factly, but I looked at him with warmth on my face. "Do you think I could sell much?" I asked, the warmth flipping to impishness suddenly as mirth sparkled in my eyes.
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