*Adam's been waiting - it hasn't been very long, but it feels like forever. The painting is propped up in the corner of the room, and he hasn't been able to take his eyes off of it.*
*An hour or so after their conversation in the office, Alanna opens the door and immediately begins hopping around, trying to pull her boots off. She's smiling, still unaware of the painting.*
I'm back. *grunt* If I can... just... Goddess, my stockings aren't that thick.
*Adam manages to pry his gaze away from the paintings and to her. A smile on his face, he walks over and calmly helps her take her boots off, before sitting her down on the couch.*
Hullo. *She smiles, stretching her arms overhead.* Why is it that men think it is a good idea to call me 'sweetheart' or 'darling' when I'm the one standing on the good side of the bars and have control over when they get to join me there?
*Before she looks, she leans forward and kisses his cheek.
Alanna really doesn't handle surprises well.
She sits there, not sure whether to walk over, or just look. Mentally berating herself for being a fool, she stands and wipes her hands on her pants, nodding as she turns around.
*She isn't really listening. Swallowing, she walks over and sits down in front of the painting, legs crossed like a child. Her eyes run over it, curious and searching.*
*She laughs a little, her fingers reaching toward the painting but folding in before she actually touches it. Maude had taught her well, and she thinks she can guess at some of the symbolism.*
Thyme. Lemon blossoms.
*At last, her gaze drops to the signature. Squinting, she leans forward, starting to make it out as she speaks.*
*Alanna swallows and shrugs, not really sure what to say. She can not stop staring at the painting, but her eyes never stay on her face for longer than a second.*
*Breathing unsteadily, she just stares in awe. The magic may be unfamiliar, but the intent seems clear. Tears roll down her cheek, but she doesn't notice.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:26 am (UTC)I'm back. *grunt* If I can... just... Goddess, my stockings aren't that thick.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 12:37 am (UTC)*He's a little surprised that she hasn't noticed the painting yet, he keeps looking over at it.*
Have you-
*He starts, and cuts himself off.*
The surprise is here.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:38 am (UTC)*She blinks, biting her lip nervously.*
Can I look?
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 12:42 am (UTC)Alanna really doesn't handle surprises well.
She sits there, not sure whether to walk over, or just look. Mentally berating herself for being a fool, she stands and wipes her hands on her pants, nodding as she turns around.
And promptly sinks back down to the couch.*
Great Mithros...
That's... me.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:44 am (UTC)It's for protection.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:50 am (UTC)*She isn't really listening. Swallowing, she walks over and sits down in front of the painting, legs crossed like a child. Her eyes run over it, curious and searching.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:52 am (UTC)He said it would take a few days until you were back to normal.
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Date: 2005-11-20 12:59 am (UTC)*She laughs a little, her fingers reaching toward the painting but folding in before she actually touches it. Maude had taught her well, and she thinks she can guess at some of the symbolism.*
Thyme. Lemon blossoms.
*At last, her gaze drops to the signature. Squinting, she leans forward, starting to make it out as she speaks.*
He who?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:11 am (UTC)Thom.
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:19 am (UTC)Thom.
*Another long pause, then she croaks out the name of the painter.*
Sario.
*Her eyes run over the painting again, almost as if she is searching for something.*
He gave it to you?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 01:27 am (UTC)*She rocks back and forth a little, eyes locked on the lemon blossoms. There's something... perhaps if the light was different.
Protection?*
How is his nose?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:28 am (UTC)Doesn't look so bad, though.
*Adam's confused.*
Why do you care about his nose?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:32 am (UTC)Sario did this. He's... brilliant.
What do you mean by protection?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:33 am (UTC)For your gift.
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:48 am (UTC)Painted?
*Blinking, she slowly stands and takes a step back, followed by a step to the right. The light shifts, and she makes a strangled sound.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:49 am (UTC)It's bound to you. To the painting.
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:51 am (UTC)*Alanna reaches for his hand, eyes wide and focused on something above her head in the painting.*
Thom's there too. In a way. Do you see?
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Date: 2005-11-20 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 02:07 am (UTC)I want to talk to him, Adam.
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 02:14 am (UTC)*She tears her eyes away and looks at him.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 02:23 am (UTC)So does this mean Roger can't use what he has? Had? *She blinks.* Mithros, he'll be mad.
If he takes this out on him...
*Her eyes narrow, and her expression turns fierce.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:27 am (UTC)So far as I can tell.
*Adam says nothing about the second part. He can't help but think Thom deserves whatever he gets.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:30 am (UTC)At least I won't die then. I'm afraid you're stuck with me.
*She grins, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him soundly.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:32 am (UTC)Thank GOD.
*And for the first time in his life, it isn't meant in sacrilege.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:39 am (UTC)*Caught up in him, she smiles, brushing her mouth against his and nibbling on his lower lip.*
He made my ears large. Just like Thom. I just have large ears, don't I?
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:40 am (UTC)I think they're perfectly Alanna-sized ears.
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:44 am (UTC)Thank you for talking to him. For this.
What... do we DO with it?
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:47 am (UTC)Keep YOU safe.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:01 am (UTC)That is so lovely to say.
*She is still worried about Thom, but for the moment, all she can do is smile.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:03 am (UTC)*He kisses her lightly, happy just to be able to hold her in his arms.*
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:09 am (UTC)*She starts pushing him gently back toward the couch.*
You know, I never would have expected this. I spent at least fifteen minutes wondering what it was.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:10 am (UTC)Only fifteen minutes? Did you think perhaps it was something else?
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:20 am (UTC)*She backs him into the couch, pushes him down and then flops into his lap. Kissing his forehead, she sighs and glances at the painting.*
Only in Milliways.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:22 am (UTC)*He smiles and kisses her.*
Only in Milliways could I have found you.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:27 am (UTC)*She ruffles his hair a little, winking.*
Sorry. Got that from Raven.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:30 am (UTC)I'm sure we could work on it.
The door, not the ruffling.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:34 am (UTC)*Both hands now, and she's giggling.*
See? Practice makes perfect.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:35 am (UTC)I think you've had quite enough practice.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:38 am (UTC)*It's an empty threat, and she sinks down beside him on the sofa, legs over his lap as she stares at the painting.*
I can't believe he did that. This.
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Date: 2005-11-20 03:41 am (UTC)Neither can I.