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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 8:45 pm
"And you're so talented with that." Galatea lifted her head and flowed to her feet, stretching first one leg and then the next in front of her, toe pointed like a ballerina. The movements were absent now, a clear sign that she was more comfortable in Hadrian's presence. She would never have done such things in front of the Captain.
She smiled lopsidedly at him and pushed her ponytail back over her shoulder. "You're very strong in that. I have never seen anything like it before. So much control."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:08 pm
"I'm not that great, I still have alot to figure out I think....but I didn't know much at all before." He smiled, "And I get side tracked really easily."
They had been talking about ... glue before, hadn't they? But now he sort of wanted to find out something, since he'd just been asked such an odd question about himself.
"So, if that's what its like to be me. What's it like to be you?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:21 pm
Pink eyes going wide, Galatea froze in place, one leg stretched out and balance careful. Her mouth opened to answer but nothing came out and she snapped it shut again. She ducked her head until her bangs fell in her face again and drew her leg back to stand on two feet. Her fingers knotted and unknotted in front of her for what felt like forever. Then, almost miserably, she shrugged.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:25 pm
Hadrian frowned, he looked concerned and contrite at the same time. Contrite that he had upset her and concerned that the question might be upsetting.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:32 pm
"I don't know how to answer that," she whispered. "I believe that anything I answer will make you unhappy."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:37 pm
Wide golden eyes blinked, and Hadrian unfolded himself from the little bobbin-chair to kneel next to Galatea.
"Why would it make me unhappy for you to tell me what its like to be you?" His voice was softer then usual, and he looked a bit like he wanted to put his arm around her shoulders but wasn't sure she'd welcome to contact.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:46 pm
Lifting her chin a bit to meet his eyes, Galatea made a strange face, mouth twisting to one side. Oh, it was awful to look at his face. He had the same expression that Dr. Beckham made when she told him things that he didn't like. She didn't want Hadrian to hurt because of her. She was not worth that trouble. She knew that he wanted an answer no matter what, though. She had to be strong.
Reaching this conclusion, she raised her chin a bit more and, eerily, her expression left completely, going perfectly mild as she regarded him steadily. "Because I am nothing like you at all," she replied quietly. "I am... Adequate. I can do things, of course. I am capable. I suppose that is what being me is like." She hesitated and touched her chest, over her heart. "I am here. Just that."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 9:56 pm
"Of course you're nothing like me. No one is like anyone else, otherwise you wouldn't have to ask what it was like to be someone else." He said, kindly, but even with the little comforting smile on his face the concerned frown was still lingering in his eyes.
"I'd like to know though...really. What its like to be able to make neat careful little plans? And...I don't know...you're more then just...here and capable!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:11 pm
She hesitated again but at least the look of blankness had relaxed into more normal non-expression at his words. Finally, she shrugged and wrapped her arms around her torso. "It is just something I do. I think," she began carefully. "I think a lot... I am strong but... Not strong enough. Not yet." She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "What is it like to be Galatea?" she murmured. "It is wanting to be the best and to please my Captain... And Dr. Beckham, I suppose, and... You?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:27 pm
This was becoming a very odd conversation. Hadrian wasn't prepared for his young friend to suggest that she based that much of her existance on wanting to live up to his expectations. Especially since he, honestly, didn't really have any.
"No one starts out knowing everything, you learn as you go. And there's other important things besides just being 'strong'."
He hesitated, and then, settled a warm hand lightly on her shoulder.
"You don't have to go out of your way to try and ... please me. I'll be pleased if you'll just be my friend."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:33 pm
"I can do that." If she had any problems with being touched, she hid them well behind the shy smile she now gave him. "I would be honored to be your friend. I will do my best."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:39 pm
"And I'll do my best to be a good friend to you. Since it goes both ways, you know." He said, smiling back and squeezing her shoulder lightly before pulling his hand back.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:50 pm
"Oh, yes. Of course." She smiled brighter for him and loosened the death grip she had on her own body. "That is the definition of a good friendship. Mutual benefit and enjoyment."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 11:02 pm
Hadrian relaxed a bit, as Galatea seemed to. He felt oddly like he'd been holding his breath. That definition was a little bit...sterile, but at least it was accurate enough.
He nodded, "So. What would you like to do now? Since I would like to do something that you would enjoy."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 11:05 pm
Again there was the sudden abrupt pause to the conversation as the blood feien stared at Hadrian. He seemed to have found his niche in the world - sending Galatea into a spin. "Um..." Her eyes roamed to the plans still on the desk and then the piles of building materials and house supplies. "I don't want to be a bother but," she hesitated again and then, bravely, in a rush, she finished, "would you mind helping me put the upper blocks in place? You're so much taller."
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