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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 11:53 pm
The more Mont Blonc talked to her, the more he realized that she was very... what was a good way to put it? She seemed geniune. Earnest. Maybe 'open' was a better way to put it, but... the way she had gone from teasing him (to put it gently) to that look on her face when he said he understood. He liked it.
She was right about one thing, although he didn't realize it; he was looking at her at he spoke, although here and there his eyes got half-lidded, like an unconscious response to prolonged contact. Just one of those little eccentrities that Mont Blonc had no idea he even did. "Terrifying, " he admitted with another of his soft laughs. "We used to live here in Destiny City, but after my grandfather passed - it's probably better that they're there now, anyway. It seems like things have only gotten worse since."
At least now he didn't have to worry about anyone but himself. But it made it harder coming back to a war where he didn't really know anyone. He was fighting for a general concept, sure, but... he liked to think he'd made the right choice. Sometimes he was pretty sure he was kidding himself.
Maybe he laughed just a little louder that time when she talked about her own family, but he sombered up fast when she talked about the captives. "Fifteen..." he breathed out in awe. But more than that, the name Amphitrite had bothered her, that much was clear. Worse, it was a name Mont Blonc remembered.
"I've seen that senshi, " he admitted, looking away again. The way Methone was reacting now... he felt a small pang, like maybe he should try and comfort her somehow. But he hesistated for lack of knowing what to say or do and how and by the time he thought maybe a touch or a squeeze would be enough, it felt like the moment had already passed. "She seemed angry - I guess that explains why?"
The change in atmosphere might have been nice, but it didn't stop him from going red again. "For - you know - uhm, back there - when I - y-you do know, don't you?" he asked helplessly, his shoulders drooping a little and a hopeful little smile tugging at his lips.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 12:55 am
"Do you like living alone?" She added in her mix of questions. Even if she had her loft, she spent more time at Elzo and Eve's then she did her own home. She had no pets to take care of, or to even come home too, nor was her plants in desperate need of attention. It was pretty sad. But she remembered sometimes to go home to entertain her cousins.
Viktor especially as he was such a softie.
"Fifteen." She grimly thought of it. She leaned her head to rest against Monty's. "I didn't know her, she literally meant nothing for or to me. But for Ash, she was one of her babies, one of her precious children. Someone she felt attached too." And Methone was attached to Ash in a precious way. "Ash means the world to me, and it saddens me that I couldn't protect someone she cared about."
But she moved on and she didn't want to ruin the first meeting with him by dampening with feelings. Feelings she admitted, she didn't always want.
She lifted her chin on his chest and laughed.
"No really, I don't know. There was nothing you did that you needed to apologize for. You didn't cop a feel, though I kind of wish you did hun, you didn't offend me, you've been absolutely adorable, sincere and friendly. Unless you wanna apologize for that, in which case I will say, Bah." She laughed again, eyes twinkling with amusement.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 1:34 am
Alone; he chuckled softly, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not alone, technically. I wanted to come back to Destiny City and I knew I couldn't afford to do it alone unless my parents paid for me, and I didn't really want that, so..." Cue the embarassment factor. His gaze dropped (away and to the side, not straight down; he wasn't the kind of man!), but thankfully this time it was because he was sheepish instead of mortified. "I sort of found a roommate online. He keeps weird hours too, so we don't really talk. It's probably easier that way." At least he was who he said he was. In an age ripe with catfishing and murderers, the page had sort of wound up in an ideal situation!
But as for living situations, "Do you mind me asking, do you live with your cousins too?" It must be hard to dodge questions about where she went at all hours if she did.
Ash. A cat. He recognized the name from talking to Aegir. So that corrupt, she was one of her's... "I'm sure it wasn't your fault." Somehow, he could speak more boldly when he was encouraging someone else, even reaching up with his free hand to gently clasp at her own. He doubted he was any good at reassuring people, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try. "I can understand why you'd feel badly, but... "
He thought of the vivid dream, the one that still haunted him of the negaverse lieutenant. Of the padded cell he felt as though he'd known for years. "Guilt is dangerous, " was the best way he could phrase it; he couldn't tell the whole story without ending up in a padded cell again, he was sure. "So try not to fall prey to it - that's why we shouldn't be alone, right? So we can carry the weight together." He hoped so, anyway. He desperately needed that to be true if he was going to have a future at all.
The somber mood dissapated, and he looked sincerely shocked to hear her say so many good things about him. He was turning red again, ducking his head a little and tilting it to a side - although he had a sheepish, geniune smile on his face that he didn't even bother to try and shake. "I, uh... I-I'm not..." He was faltering for his words again, trying to clutch them from the flustered soup that was his mind. It wasn't every day such a beautiful girl gave him that sort of praise! - or anyone, really!
He wanted to say something nice back to her. Or anything at all. So naturally, the one thing he said ended up being the most ridiculously insipid thing he possibly could have: "I like you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 1:48 am
"Roommates are fun! It must be nice though that you guys both work..." She hummed thoughtfully at the word 'work', "at odd hours? It still must be lonely if you don't know anything about him." But she wasn't trying to pry, and she felt that she was.
It was hard to hold back her curiousity when she was so interested in someone like Mont Blanc, and she usually never had such a pull to just...find out about someone. It was a little intimidating and had her reeling to her usual social cues and manners. Lazy, flirty.
"Nah." she murmured, "Viktor comes over to check on me sometimes cause he is large man with big gentle heart. My other one is too young, I haven't seen her quite that much but I know she's here." And she knew that perhaps this was a good time to call up said cousin. If she felt so lonely, she needed to expand her contacts.
And there was the matter of finding Aegir within the ballet company as well.
She moved on from Amphi's thoughts, making the guilt disappear with a mental snap of her fingers. No not disappear, just situated in the back of her mind, where it would fester for a little.
his reaction to her words though made her teal eyes widen and then a truly large smile turned into a giggle turned into a laugh, and she was clutching her ribs and trying not to pee herself.
She had never heard someone actually say it so bluntly like that just.
"You are the most adorable man I have ever met Monty, and I like you as well." She was still laughing, reaching up to cup his cheeks and kiss both of them. "I hope we can meet more like this you know, you have been perhaps the most wonderfullest of patrol partners I have had." She let other thoughts take root, such as how she wanted to charm him. How she would've liked to get to know him a little more. Perhaps she could ask him for intimacy she seemed to ask rarely of.
perhaps she could.
She hummed again, "I think you have a way with words Monty." She laughed again. "It makes them all that much more important you know?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 2:55 pm
Again, she was perceptive, and Mont Blonc had that sheepish smile again as though he'd been caught. "Yeah... I won't lie and pretend I'm not a little homesick. But anyone would be, right?" Again, nothing special. His experiences were nothing compared to most of those caught up in this war. Really, he'd spent more of it riddled with nightmares and hiding than doing anything truly traumatic.
"Viktor sounds nice, " he affirmed with a slow smile, although there was a curiousity behind it. Even if she was young, was there a reason Methone hadn't reached out to her sooner? - it wasn't his business to ask, not yet. If there was a time. For all he knew it was some delicate and very highly sensitive thing.
Hey though, speaking of embarassment. He was definitely setting records tonight, burying his face in the palm of his hand and groaning lowly, only tentatively peeking over from between his fingers and allowing it to drop when the laughter had stopped. His burning face was quickly occupied by those cool hands against his cheeks, although if anything it just made him flush that much more, especially when her lips pressed against his cheeks. It wasn't a gesture he was unfamiliar with (hey, life experiences in France), but coupled with everything else, it meant he was burning fairly from ear to neck and then some.
And yet, in spite of all that, she got more endearing by the minute. How was that? He'd wanted to crawl into a hole and die for half of it, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy spending time with her.
"If by important you mean I'm hopeless..." He cracked a smile.
Then, a thought occured to him. He paused, looking down for a second or two before he pulled out his trusty pen and asked, rather politely, "May I?" before he gently took her hand. It wasn't like him, Mont Blonc thought to himself as he carefully sprawled a set of numbers on her forearm, just beyond the line of her glove. But coasting by alone just wasn't doing it, for either of them.
"If you want to patrol with someone, or, um... if you feel alone, or something... you can call, if you want, " he explained as he released her hand. His chest felt tight, nervous even if he told himself he had no reason to be. "Y-you'll be talking to Lorne though, if you do."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:10 pm
"They would!" She nodded, agreeing. She never pined for the true home of russia. She had left there barely a child yet. She could only remember cold, quiet nights. Her parents had immigrated to America as soon as they could.
"Viktor is nice. He's the kindest soul I've ever met." She added, "He tends to keep to himself though too. He's sort of like you. But a lot MORE shy." She laughed. It was why she felt she was good with Monty, his shyness was something she enjoyed and treasured.
"Hopelessly adorable." She added again, dying only in surprise as he took her hand. Her heart stuttered for just a moment before relaxing as he took his pen and wrote on her hand. She looked down at the numbers, then back up to him.
"Perhaps I could call you." She whispered, then smiled at him. "Perhaps I won't though?" she teased and then shook her head.
"Lorne was it? Fantastic. I will probably call you." She turned on her heel, intent on leaving him wondering. There was a moment that she turned her head over and gave him a coy smile. "If you do hear from me Handsome, It'll be as Nadia. Don't forget okay?" She winked and then took off with a push of power, landing on top of tree branches and then moving her way to buildings.
It was the most dramatic fail of leaving ever.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:31 am
Mont Blonc watched her leave his line of sight just as suddenly as she had entered it, a stray breeze stirring his hair as he stood there for several minutes after she had gone. Nadia. "I promise not to forget, " he whispered to the silence that had been left in her wake before he turned to head for home, the flush slowly, finally fading from his cheeks. At least, until he really thought about what he'd just done.
... she would call, right?
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