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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:42 am
Friday - Afternoon
She tried to imagine it, but she was drawing up a blank. Just how different living in Russia must have been to now. She did remember asking him when he moved here when she had been Still. So she could do the math for when he really got into snowboarding.
Solas let her braid fall back behind her, glancing down at the ground far below her skis.
"Do you have any pictures from your childhood at your place?" Solas asked. "Or should I just go straight to the source, and ask your mother instead?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:51 am
Friday - Late EveningShe was delighted by a yes, but his reply she cherished even more. She liked that it was something that would be special to them. Solas' hands on him paused as he shifted, and when he settled again, they settled back on him as well. Her fingers moved to trace the shell of his ear. "On a whim." She replied. "When I was in the Negaverse, not remembering anything, I tried out different things to see if they'd be interesting or not. I still have that mind set, and this, I just ended up loving to learn."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 10:18 pm
Friday - Late Evening
Fingers also moved to rest over her hip, and lazily tap against them. Her answer didn't entice much more then an approved grunt.
"Vhat else vhims you keep from Nega?" It was a question out of curiousity, so his tone was light and not accusatory.
He was curious what she did remember of her time there.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 10:22 pm
Friday - Afternoon
His answer was just what she'd expect from him.
"No."
And to the question of his mother?
"No."
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:26 am
Friday - Afternoon
Solas' frame lightly shook with surpressed amusement at the double no. As the top of the slope was approaching, she picked up the ski poles from across her lap and readied them. "First thing I'm doing when we get back is visiting your mother." She said.
"I want to see your baby pictures." She looked over at the man and grinned lightly. "And I bet the pout you do now was still just as prevalent when you were a child. I can't wait." As the lift reached the top and hovered over the level ground, she stood, and used the poles to push herself away.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 6:09 am
Friday - Late EveningThe first reply was immediate. " You." Her smile was wide against his skin, but it faded as she gave the question some consideration. It wasn't something she actually thought about since she got back. Time now was spent trying to right a lot of the things she had done wrong in the Negaverse...and being asked about those things, through a somewhat positive lens, she pondered. "Drinking bourbon and whiskey." She started. He knew that one now. "Very open to trying new foods. New things. Readily teasing others. The biggest whim I kept was simply...if I want to learn something or do something I just go and do it. Time and memories are fleeting, so there's nothing like the present, hm?" Her fingers slid from his ear to run through his hair. "Not going to lie, Malysh." Solas murmured. "I miss being able to teleport into stores after hours." Her body lightly shook against his with an amused ripple. " It was nice getting free things."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 12:41 pm
Friday - Afternoon
"Good lord, leave my mother out of it." Sergei shook his head.
"I am laying lov profile vith her." He was pretty sure he heard rumors that Misha was coming back to town, and if that was the case well....
"I do not pout." He crossed his arms.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 12:46 pm
Friday - Late Evening
"Ah. Crime." He snorted at her.
"Vould miss doing illegal things, vouldn't you." He waited, "Like running things for that man. Dallas." He nudged at her.
"Bourbon is good choice. Vhiskey is american drink." He scowled, "Born and bred. From Dallas." He played with her hair, tugging on it a little.
"Did not keep love of horses?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 4:32 pm
Friday - Afternoon
Solas didn't go too far, and instead hopped a few steps with the skis back to Sergei's side, eyes seemingly permanently creased with amusement at their current topic of conversation. "Why are you lying low?" She asked, though in truth, she had a pretty good idea why. "I'll go by myself, Malysh." She offered, and then reached to caress his cheek, though her hand was gloved. "Oh, you pout. Your brows crease just so, and your nearly perpetual frown deepens, one corner more so than the other."
She tapped his lips briefly with a finger before pulling her hand away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 4:49 pm
Friday - Late Evening"I do miss illegal things." She confirmed, smirking, and when he nudged her, a hand came to take his own, and she brought it to her lips. "Ha. He'd tease me about you too---from bits I can remember. That Russian---" Lips pressed to his knuckles. She paused at the question, momentarily caught by surprise. It was a good surprise, she was touched he asked, and awed. It wasn't something she had talked much about to him yet, purely because she couldn't remember it much herself. It was something from when she'd been Olga. "I don't recall interacting with the horses much, when I was Knot. It's weird looking back, to be indifferent to them when I had spent my whole life growing up on a ranch." That she couldn't recall, of course, hence the indifference. "But there is this desire in me to get back into the saddle even though I can't remember any of it." Solas idly brushed her lips back and forth across his hand. "I suppose somethings are so ingrained, it doesn't matter what happens or how much times passes. They find a way to surface."
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 12:08 pm
Friday - Late Evening
"Must be like riding bike." He mumbled, thinking of the ingrained memories.
Somethings didn't fade with muscle memory, or physical memory.
It is what it was.
"Interesting." And it was, but it just made him think.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 12:32 pm
Friday - Late Evening
"You're interesting." Solas lightly teased back. She was content that her initial query had been answered. She gently squeezed his hand and let the silence fall back over them again for the rest of the evening.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 12:35 pm
Sunday - MorningThe Jeep was all packed up, Noel included, and this time, Solas sat in the passenger seat. Only since the man wasn't crazy about riding shotgun in his own vehicle. She looked towards the cabin for a moment, and then towards the man beside her. "Good surprise?" She asked, a brow quirking.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:34 pm
Sunday - Morning
"It vas..."
He reached over, backing the jeep out with one hand, taking her hands with his and squeezing.
"Come again." He gruffed, "Next Vinter." It was, he thought, a relaxing trip.
"Thank you, Solas."
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