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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 12:15 am
Akram rang Madeline's apartment from outside, then tucked his hands in his pockets and glanced idly at the gardens while he waited for her to let him in. The planters were all largely barren for now, since it was still not spring yet, but the few evergreens that retained their leaves and color hinted that the garden looked quite nice when everything was growing.
He felt terrible that their second meeting had been postponed several times until now, between his exams and the holidays and other engagements, and, of course most recently, the epic muck-up the merchant had been sorting out with his shipments of goods from home. Akram had considered dressing down a bit for the occasion originally, but had eventually decided to wear his best in hopes of making up for the excessive delays.
And so Akram tried to appear as calm as possible as he waited; this would be a chance for him to relax with good company, which was something he certainly needed. The merchant prince rocked back and forth on his booted feet a little, and adjusted his hold on the small flat box he had brought with him, tucked under one arm so he could keep his hands warm in his pockets.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 1:17 am
From inside behind white washed painted doors, sitting at the large mirror in her bed room, Madeline gave a look-see over the last few touches she had given herself. First off, today she had decided to go Au-natural with her hair, that meant no curls, her make up too was rather minimal too for what she wore, a light blush and a soft lip-stick. It was strange not to be wearing the heavy foundation, the over abundance of perfume or pearls she normally did. However, she firmly believed that this was her household and no matter how impressive the company, overdoing it would just look silly. Besides, she wanted Akram to see her like this, looking as she might have in her youth, never trying to impress a single soul, and nevertheless she always managed to turn a few eyes. It was a classic sort of beauty, not something much desired in this day and age, but she wanted to know he appreciated it.
With a wistful sigh she heard the buzz at the door and stood up, making her way in a light cream colored sun-dress to answer the door. Foolishly she had half-hopped her son would have answered the door, would have been there to greet their guest. Alas, Keivols had been oddly against the entire dating situation. Perhaps he didn't understand why Madeline was doing this? Perhaps he thought he was man enough to support his mother? It completely baffled the poor teachers mind, one minute he hated her, the next he was threatening to fend off her suitors. Teenagers were the most sullen, moody, and irresponsible group of the bunch and she wished to no avail that he would either grow up quickly, or simply revert back to his sweet childhood self.
With a smile and a warm greeting Madeline swung the door open, ushering the merchant inside, "Akram, I'm so glad we were finally able to catch up again..." her hand reached to grope around the hallway entrance for the medallion she had placed there, the medallion she had meant to immediately entrust back to him once he had reached the door and fulfilled his promise, but alas it wasn't there. Her eyes widened in slight panic--which she hopped wasn't too noticeable, where could it have gone? “We both lead such busy lives I see…”
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:13 pm
"Yes, I'm so sorry I have been so terribly busy lately," he told her, stepping inside when she invited him. "I trust things are quieter now for you, as well?" The merchant prince smiled faintly at Madeline as he studied her face like he was committing it to memory again.
"I have spent entirely too much time either shut in my apartment working on tasks for classwork, or in class being the sullen teacher's assistant flipping through slides and such." He sighed. "So I definitely needed this."
Then Akram held out the small box to her, saying, "These are for you. My mother sent me a care package from home, which included, among other things, about six boxes of these. So you are welcome to try them, and if you enjoy them, I am definitely able to spare another box." The box is printed with pictures of butter shortbread cookies, each with a piece of dried date stuck in the center. All of the writing is in foreign script that is written vertically, except for a sticker with nutrition facts in Gaian that seem to indicate that the cookies definitely contain real butter.
"They were my favorites when I was a small child, and I still like them now, though I do not have the sweet tooth I used to."
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