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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:58 pm
He shook his head, getting up to reassure her. "I'm fine, sorry, sorry!" he stammered hastily. "That was pretty insensitive of me, actually, uh..."
He had never felt so unchivalrous in his life. "Lukia," he said, trying to salvage their first meeting, "Thank you, though. For, uh, pardoning me." He ran his hand through his hair and gave a half-nervous laugh. "You know, Father and Father Riffael are probably listening at the door with glass cups. Would you like to come out with me and have some tea? Reassure them that we aren't wallowing in impropriety? We don't have to if we don't want to, but I feel like I'm being a kind of bad host." Carefully sitting still and moving about a bit to let her know he was still around, he coughed. Phone conversations were much easier. Even though she was blind, Chris could still feel it, she was as charming as he had imagined and he was...
He glanced at the damn mirror, but looked away. At least she didn't have eyes to see him with, he reminded himself. The only one that could be this embarrassed was him. "I had a million plans, you know, but now that you're here, they seem insubstantial as dust. What did you think it would be like? This?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:34 pm
Lukia started at Chris's words, starting to say something before shutting her mouth with a snap and directing her 'gaze' elsewhere. This time she could tell she had turned some kind of doubtless blush-y color by the way her face felt like it was on fire. She hadn't meant to make him feel badly, or sorry, she had just been startled and hadn't wanted to be started again! It was logical!... But Chris wasn't a logical sort of person, and she knew that. So maybe it had been illogical to be so... logical?
"Does that really work," she asked, meditating upon the thought of glass cups assisting someone in listening to private conversations. Even if it did, Lukia liked to think Asmadai respected her privacy more than that. She frowned, and almost said she didn't like tea, but again shut her mouth with an audible sound; after a moment, she said, "All right, but only if you do."
One corner of her lips quirked upwards, and she continued, "Actually, I imagined horribly embarrassing myself and you never answering the phone again. Which is illogical, I know I am not ungraceful and you are not unkind -" as close to a compliment as Lukia could normally get "- so it was an illogical worry, I think."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 11:49 pm
"It certainly was!" Christopher exclaimed, with all the indignant passion of a man defending his best friend's honour from herself. "You're incredibly graceful. I could tell, you know, over the phone. You just sound graceful."
Perhaps the biggest difference between Christopher and Lukia were their mindsets. As Lukia was logical, Christopher was impulsive, and the difference in their thoughts and actions were perhaps what made them so interested each with the other.
That and they were the only people their age they really felt comfortable around, given their conditions.
"You know, i've never tried glass cups. It works in movies, so I'm sure it works, but Father won't let me try it." Years of living with Archer Wells compelled him to add "Not that I would! Eavesdropping is incredibly ungentlemanly, but were I ever to have cause for it, I would use a glass."
"Probably."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:28 am
She smiled her tiny smile and carefully walked to the door, traced her hand down the side to find the doorknob. "Let us reassure them, then," said Lukia. Her caution before was rewarded now; she made it to the end of the wall and stopped, unsure of where to go only then.
Meanwhile, back on the ranch, Asmadai paused in his conversation with Archer. What in the world was Lukia doing?... Since she wasn't speaking to anyone, or looking around, he sat back and picked up where he'd left off in his tale of the first time Lukia had discovered the phone. If she wanted to talk to them, she would--
"Asmadai," said Lukia, scandalized. "You promised to never tell that story!"
He smiled into his cup. Bingo.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 5:26 pm
Christopher followed after her, holding out his hand to try to keep her from bumping into anything. When she paused, he skidded to a halt, smiling sheepishly at Archer when he caught the eyebrow his father was raising at him from across the room. "Good afternoon, Father, Father Riffael," he said conscientiously, before turning back to Lukia. "Follow me?" he prompted, sitting himself down across from their parents. "A gentleman should never tell stories about a lady," he remarked, "Unless they're particularly good stories."
Archer cleared his throat.
"And even then, he should definitely think about it first," Christopher amended bashfully, but he was clearly curious to hear the rest. He loved stories, and stories about Lukia were nicer, his favourite person and his favourite pastime all at once. However, she didn't want it to be told, so he changed the subject himself. "Father Riffael, how did you learn to use the phone?"
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