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Posted by faustomartense on Feb 8, 2010 15:08:38 GMT -6
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His brain decided that his sense of touch was the most favored in that situation and let all his attention focused on the skin, when both hands touched, that feeling of vitality invaded him again, his body full of ... That feeling so like a good cup of coffee in the morning ... His saliva was more dense, perhaps because he was nervous about the situation or because he had heard what he did not really understand. He heard her but while being distracted he could not decipher it but after a few seconds his memory re played those words and the reaction was instantaneous. If she had not hold his hand he would had run out. A voice, his voice, mocked in his head. ¨ Is the future conqueror of the world afraid of kisses? Pathetic ... it would be your first deadly kiss ... how cute ... How would you feel while melting her lips? ¨
His defiantly dark eyes became those of a puppy, His tongue that used to quickly shoot words like a machine gun could only stammer and stutter as he spoke what his confused brain could get from the frightened puppy in which he had become. Even Effie talked better than him. ¨ Did you say our room? Don't you think it is too early for that? We should wait until we get to know each other better, perhaps to our honeymoon ... ¨ But nevertheless he could not help but feel that sensation as invigorating ... Again and again he wondered what was that feeling, perhaps he knew the answer but did not want to know it ... not wanting to know it to avoid feeling like he betrayed Katrina again ... Wasn't she the person he loved? His eyes desperately jumped on it's orbit looking for someone to save him cause he knew he really did not want to leave her alone. Was there any familiar face?
>>¨ Did you say our room? Don't you think it is too early for that? We should wait until we get to know each other better, perhaps to our honeymoon ... ¨
Effie looked up at her future husband in confusion and mild disbelief. Did he just say what she thought he said? Darn English language.
"Is he gonna want to sleep with me when I get there?... You can bet on it, darling."
Actually, Effie really just wanted to see their room. Get a shower. Unpack her things. She was not suggesting anything beyond that. She didn't think she needed to. But her English being as crappy as it was, she might not have understood the implication in her own words. Oh hell this marriage's gonna be tough.
On second thought. Was she going to get her very own room? Till the wedding?... Sweet. This might just turn out better than she'd expected.
Not like she had anything against sharing a bed with her fiancé. She'd had boyfriends before - that was one field where the Matchmaker did not have to teach her. Much. In theory. Besides, when it came to married life, it could have been much worse than Fausto. He was kinda cute.
Effie cleared her throat and pulled her hand back, cheeks turning pink. God I'm good. Careful with the words now.
"You can show my room then" she smiled "And you come visit, and we can talk."
Oh yeah, we've got a lot to talk about.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Second semester was shaping up to be more difficult than first semester, possibly because first semester she had been paying more attention to what happened in Romania than what was happening in her classes. Somehow turmoil across the globe had seemed more important than reviewing Pythagoras' Theory and learning about the structure of an atom.
Katrina sighed and leaned back over the arm of the he couch far enough so she could see past the back of the chair and out the front window. Kenzie, perched on her feet, provided enough of a counter-balance that she could lean quite far back without losing her balance. There had been a slam of a car door that sounded much more interesting than the persuasive essay she was supposed to be writing about whether or not there should be a death penalty.
The car door slam had come from a limousine that had pulled up in front of the gates. Katrina had arrived in a limousine at those same gates once. Was this a new student whose rich parents wanted only the best? Or a new student whose rich parents wanted only to get rid of their freak child?
Apparently neither. A beautiful young woman emerged from the car, and then a young man with black hair and even blacker eyes, helping with luggage.
"Fausto!" The golden retriever Kenzie looked up, confused by the sudden departure of her young mistress and the subsequent flurry of papers that were floating toward the ground. The open front door marked where Katrina had disappeared to.
"Faustooo!" Katrina yelled again as she ran across the yard. About half way there, she realized she hadn't put on her winter coat or even any shoes. Oh well.
Her arms were already around Fausto's waist in a hug (or perhaps it had been a bit closer to a flying tackle hug) before she remembered that hugging might be awkward since they were just supposed to be friends. Oh well again.
With chattering teeth she looked up at Fausto's face, "I m-m-missed you! W-w-welcome home-m-m!" Should have thought to bring a coat. Definitely.
Also, the blonde girl. She should not ignore her. It would be rude not to greet a newbie. She let go of Fausto so she could wave.
"Hi! Welcome to the mansion! Are you going to be a new s-s-student here? Or are you a new member of Fausto's b-b-band or something? D-d-do you want a t-tour?"
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 16, 2010 23:15:43 GMT -6
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Fausto nodded with a much more relaxed expression on his face but still puzzled by what the future might bring. Since he had to get a room for her, one made for his royalty ... Perhaps this was the time to say it was all a lie, before she discover the cruel reality of her own and before the lies get worst. When his lips started to separate and his throat let out the first sounds of his confession, something happened and it ended in a small cry of surprise. A sweet cry of surprise. It was not just a familiar face, it was the face that he most remembered of all the mansion. It was the face that where in his dreams sometimes ...
That ¨friendly ¨hug felt more warm than the sweets kisses the whiskey gave him inside his throat. For a long second he was allowed to simply enjoy the moment without thinking of the incoming moment of pain from telling both the truth. ¨ Katrina since you did not want to be my girlfriend i bought a bride ... ¨ Funny words to say. The beautiful golden-haired girl hugged him so hard that if the suitcases did not act as anchors his skinny body would have fallen with the force of the onslaught. Both could be again on the floor ... like that time ...
In a whisper he answered her, the singer whispered that usual sentence. ¨ I missed you as well. ¨ There was much truth in those words, and many longing. ¨ Thanks, is nice to be at home again.¨ He could not help it. She looked so sweet, and that feeling of really being at home again. To feel completely comfortable with only crossing the fence, only for being on that grass, even while returning from a dangerous trip with luxurious suites.
He could not help it. He must do it. It was her fault for being so nice. Although it hurt for him to be the one that break the magic of the moment, he broke the hug a little and gently ruffled her hair, the two were like children again for being together. How much he had missed that. Something as simple. Smiles abounded around her, he did not want to leave her but it give her the chance to say hello to his fiancée. ¨ Well she is ...¨ ¨how shall I say it?¨ ¨You two looks alike, both could pass as sisters... ¨ Fausto looked at both alternately seeking an opportunity to give Kat any sign to make her understand . Could a wink be enough? If he could find the correct moment to did it before that lies came to her ears and her heart. How would their feel? Katrina hearing the lie and Effie, the truth ...
Weird Relative No. 1. appeared out of nowhere and threw herself at Fausto. Effie almost laughed, the whole scene was just somehow off, and still adorable, and the girl didn't have any shoes on. In the snow.
>>"I m-m-missed you! W-w-welcome home-m-m!" >>¨ I missed you as well. ¨
Yeah. She'd better be a relative.
>>"Hi! Welcome to the mansion! Are you going to be a new s-s-student here? Or are you a new member of Fausto's b-b-band or something? D-d-do you want a t-tour?"
Effie flashed the well-practiced bright smile before her brain translated the words she just heard. Student? No thank you. What, they had a school in this place? Her new family apparently had a thing for charity. New member of the band? That would be fun. Apart from the fact that she was not a musician. Or a singer.
>>¨Well she is... You two looks alike, both could pass as sisters... ¨
Effie looked at the girl. She looked the same age as Bo, maybe a bit older; her hair wa the same gold, and her smile was just as bright. Fausto was right without even knowing, this girl did resemble her baby sister. Sveta suddenly felt really, really homesick. Waving the emotion away, she smiled a more honest, friendly smile at the girl, and held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Efimia Nikolayeva, but you can call me Effie." glancing at Fausto, she added "I am his fiancée."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Katrina opened her mouth to introduce herself, but nothing came out. The word fiancée was cheerfully and brightly forcing itself down her throat and it didn't leave room for any other words to escape. For a moment her mouth just hung open, letting in cold air. Then she clamped it shut again and forced it into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Fiancée meant that Fausto was getting married. A year ago he had said he loved Katrina, but she hadn't been ready for a relationship yet. So he had found someone else who was wanted to move as quickly as he did. Everything inside of Katrina, from her stomach to her heart, shuddered from shock just as much as her outside was shivering from the cold.
She could only stare at the older girl's outstretched hand. In some small part of her brain she knew she was supposed to do something about it, but the greater part of her brain was trying to figure out exactly what was going wrong in her heart.
She had waited too long to figure out what she felt. She knew she loved Fausto, but she hadn't known the shape of it. At times the love was shaped like 'friend' at other times it felt almost like 'brother', but it was a constantly shifting and changing shape; she was unfamiliar with all the different shapes and had failed to recognize if any of them had hints of 'lover' in them. Now it was too late to find out.
"Hello, Effie. I'm k-k-Katrina," she smiled, she shivered, she was running completely on autopilot. She forgot to let go of Fausto.
It hurt. If they were just friends it shouldn't have hurt. If they were brother and sister it wouldn't have hurt. Why did it hurt so badly, like someone had cut a piece of her off?
"I s-s-supose we w-will be like sisters now. It's nice t-t-to meet you." She finally let her arms drop back to her sides and turned to look up at Fausto's face. She tried to do her best to smile a real smile for him. She wanted not only to look happy for him, but to actually be happy for him. "C-Congratulations, Aniki."
'Aniki' was the first Japanese word she had ever learned. She heard it first in an anime called Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, which she had watched with Fausto and Koga. It meant 'big brother', for now that was the most he could be for her.
She forgot to ask if they could go inside. He logical thoughts weren't working properly. Instead, she grabbed a suitcase and started walking toward the door without another word. She didn't even know whose suitcase she had taken, she only knew that she had to move it because she had to move before she started crying.
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 18, 2010 15:41:52 GMT -6
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His eyes rested on her lips, her smile and how that foreign word was pronounced by them condemning their love to just a friendship. A deep friendship like an older brother feel for his sister but ... Could it be something else? No, she had already chosen the type of love she wanted for us. Without wanting he ignored her beautiful eyes that could have told him that he was wrong and she felt exactly the opposite. Perhaps he did it on purposely to avoid seeing her sad eyes ... It could be easier if she get angry at her, yell or even beat him but her reaction was unpredictable. She smiled, but it seemed a little forced ... perhaps it was only for the cold. Iron could break the heart of Effie at the moment and would not mind it if Katrina showed him a little bit of sadness. His plan if he had one at some point, was to tell everything to Katrina to avoid more harm. But she seemed happy with the idea that his ¨aniki ¨ had a bride. Why she did not feel jealous? He drowning in jealousy every time he see her very close to Koga, though it is assumed they were friends. Only his super saliva helped him to ¨swallow ¨ that jealousy, probably a normal person would have stopped breathing drowning in that feeling.
Doubts. His heart... sure of everything, unable to lost time doubting with trivialities (because he was destined for something much larger), his heart always ready to go against everything to get what he called ¨ justice¨ but with her his relentless self confident fell to pieces. Crumbled as it did in Romania's parliament, on his head. Near her, he was just a common man and not what his ego said: something so close to perfection, Heir to the throne to rule the world. But he was happy just for being an ordinary person around her. Why she does not care about the fact he was about to marry? He left her go away, normally he would have shouted her name to try to stop her and tell all the true, but this time... The only way to know if the young illusionist had lied... whether she had drawn a smile on his face to not show her true feelings, was to keep acting and see her reaction. ¨ Effie, we should go in and search a room for you. ¨ Fausto held Effie's hand with more decision that what he had in all day the day, holding it tighly, the same feeling came over him again. But he did not pay much attention, he just started to walk toward the mansion.
>>"Hello, Effie. I'm k-k-Katrina. I s-s-supose we w-will be like sisters now. It's nice t-t-to meet you."
If you want to play people, you gotta learn to read them first. At one blink. The girl's smile was off. Effie could tell at once that the fiancée thing was news to her. Oops. Quick glance at Fausto. He wanted to keep this thing secret?... He lives in a place filled with people, is a famous rock star, is going to get married, and managed to keep the whole thing secret?... Well, bummer. The point in secrets is that the people who know about them also know they are not supposed to talk. Still, it was a mistake. A big one. Nice start, Efimia.
>>¨ Effie, we should go in and search a room for you. ¨
He took her by the hand, and she let him. It felt like she was connected to someone. It also made sure he knew she was there. Something about the way he looked after the blonde girl practically running away from them set off a warning signal in Effie's mind.
"Yes, let's." she nodded, walking with him from the cold into the warmth of her new home. "Very kind girl." she added, and it almost sounded like an afterthought "She your sister?"
The Mansion looked even more fancy inside. Not to mention bigger. Effie unbuttoned her coat and took off her hat, looking around in awe that was mostly honest and party her way of showing him how much she liked his home. Her home.
You gotta show him admiration, Efimia dear. Loads of it.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Katrina walked quickly, despite carrying the suitcase. It wasn't as heavy as she had expected it to be, and it certainly wasn't as heavy as the stone that had seemed to settle on her chest. The weight pressing against her made it difficult to breathe. She reached the front door with a gasp and looked back with tears stinging her eyes. Fausto had just taken hold of Effie's hand and started walking toward the door. The little illusionist turned back to the door and blinked the tears away before the happy couple could see them. She had left the door ajar, so it was relatively easy to maneuver the suitcase into the foyer.
The little blonde girl stood with the suitcase, completely unsure of where to go next. Would Effie need to fill out the papers in the greeter office if she wasn't a student? Would she stay in a room with Fausto when they weren't even... they certainly wouldn't share a room, would they? Besides, Fausto lived with Koga now. And he was much too young for... but then, he was getting married... even if he was awfully young.
The happy couple arrived in the foyer behind her and Effie started to remove her winter things and admire the surroundings.
“Where should I put this?” She tried really hard to make that sound cheerful, but an equal amount of effort had to be spent making sure her voice didn't squeak like it sometimes did when she was about to cry. In the end they canceled each other out and her voice was simply quiet.
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 24, 2010 22:18:14 GMT -6
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The relationship between them was so unlikely to be like she said... why did she ask? Did she want to make sure Kat was not more competition for her? More than anything both seemed a kind of negative of the other, completely opposite poles. The day and night. The sun and moon. Despite having things in common, they were still very different. ¨No, she is a friend.¨ Her question amused him so much that his response sounded so sincere when his lips curled into a smile, he thought that question would be much harder to answer, but in fact his dangerous tongue lie better than how he expected, for she was much more than just a friend for him. She was more than that, she was the sunshine. His sunshine.
Only the voice of his sun shake him out of his trance, it was difficult to stay totally concentrated near these two. Feelings were totally different but both produced rare effects on him just by being near. Effie was like a refreshing feeling of being more awake ... as more alive. With Katrina was that feeling of wanting to make everything perfect for her, yet he became more clumsy and distracted around her. Were both sensations love? Or was he just dazzled by Effie? Maybe they appearance was the reason ...
It all must look under control, everything needed to look allegedly planned but with some drawbacks in synchronization. For example, her room was not ready yet, but it was not the same as saying he did not even know that she would arrive. That lie could not last much longer but at least he have to tell her in private ... ¨ Her room is not ready yet ... would you like to share your room with her? Just a few days ... ¨ It was difficult to watch Kat's beautiful eyes and not want to tell her the truth but she must wait a little longer. ... And so Effie needed to drop off her things, even relax after a long trip. ¨ Do you think Kenzie would be good with her? ¨ ¨Do you think you could share me with her?
Katrina was drawn aback by Fausto's request. Share her room with the blonde girl from who knew where? She paused while she tried to think of a single good reason why that couldn't happen, but anything she came up with sounded terribly selfish or petty even in her thoughts, so she voiced no excuses.
Would she like to? No. Would she anyway?
“Sure,” she tried to keep her voice even and was surprised at how well she did. “The room is upstairs, first door on the right. I'll, uh, take the bag up for you.”
Again she started walking without waiting for them. This time, though, she didn't have the excuse of escaping the cold. So what was she trying to escape? One moment she felt like she was in control of her emotions and the next she found herself running away again. It was like trying to steer a tiny ship in a storm; one moment it looked like she would be fine, the next a wave washed over her flooded her poor vessel with water. She was afraid she was going to sink soon.
The suitcase wasn't heavy, but it was still awkward on the grand staircase and consequently Katrina had to turn somewhat sideways in order to make it work. Why was she running away, she asked herself. She wanted to be happy for Fausto so badly that it hurt, and she didn't know why it hurt. Was she concerned that he was moving too quickly? Or was she more concerned that he was moving so quickly that he was leaving her behind?
She only got up the steps about a quarter of the way before Fausto asked her a question. She paused on the step to give her response, “I'm sure Kenzie will learn to love her very quickly.”
Friend. Right. Sure. Peachy. Effie looked at the girl again. She was young. Even younger than Fausto looked, and she was pretty sure he looked younger than he actually was, because if he didn't, she would be marrying someone who's barely legal. Then again, who the heck knows what's legal in this corner of the world. She'll just have to trust the Matchmaker on that one. She tilted her head as they followed the girl. She was quite pretty too, in her child-like way. Like a doll. Like a very confused doll who hasn't learned how to pretend. Yet. Oh dear God I hope I'm not marrying a guy on rebound. I'd have to kill the Lady for that.
>>¨ Her room is not ready yet ... would you like to share your room with her? Just a few days ... Do you think Kenzie would be good with her? ¨
Oh no. No no no. The deal was to be in separate rooms, nobody mentioned anything about her bunking with the 'just friends' girl. She could tell from the hesitaion that the other party was not thrilled by the idea either. Also. On a similar note. Who the hell in Kenzie?...
>>“Sure”
Damn.
Climbing the stairs after the girl, Effie wondered just how funny this situation turned out to be. She was fully prepared to spend the night with a man she'd just met, but the idea of sharing a room with someone who resembled her sister so much was giving her the creeps. Sveta loved Bo to the death, but having her own room was too much of a temptation. Also. This girl was not Bo.
>>“I'm sure Kenzie will learn to love her very quickly.”
"I don't want to be problem to you" she looked at the girl with an apologetic smile. Maybe there was a way to avoid this. Maybe not.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!