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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 12:07 am
He spoke ze french. He spoke french.He spoke FRENCH. Canadian.Solia had found the Canadian in the lobby of the dorms, and was currently sitting in a chair, staring at him over the edge of her novel- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, (where in she'd just gotten to the part where Neville was too stupid for gillyweed). Staring at the Canadian, she wondered if his French was better than her own. She had lived in the US most of her life and well- So fer times she'd used it in the last year. She might have been.. rusty. Still. She stared. Wild cute Canadian man that wasn't a lumberjack and sadly did not have maple syrup dripping down abs actually that sounded terribly messy maybe she'd go for some waffles.She wasn't sure how Canadian waffle were.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:08 pm
She had been staring at him for a really long time and it was starting to make the Canadian a little nervous.
He had come to lobby to do some of his 'homework' - which consisted of him, a couple journals, and some of the English writing work that he had been given to learn English - or trying to at least. But she was so really close to him now. She even had moved chairs a bit, with the Harry Potter book staring him down, the green eyes of the little wizard reminding him that he was being stared at.
Clearing his throat, he decided to break the awkward silence, hoping it wouldn't be that creepy.
"Ehh, Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?" He asked in french first, before clearing his throat a little. "Izzit a good book?"
Smooth, Dorian.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:31 pm
"Il parle, Precious. Il nous parle." ......Precious?
Yes you are!
Aw aw Solia you are precious too!
Isra! awww don'ttttt-
Qeutee batootie~As the siren began flattering his hunter, Solia giggled. "Yes! You can help me!" She slid over to sit next to him. Intense staring began. "Oh god you really are better looking up close. High definition." She gave his face a small pat. "Yes you see you speak ma langue." Her book was forgotten. "And it's at the part where Harry takes a bath with Myrtle. Not exactly a thriller or a harlequin. But yes. You speak the French don't you?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:03 pm
She's totally checking you out, man.
Keep your thoughts to yourself wavered back to the weapon's mindset that lurked in his mind as he noticed that she was getting s-u-p-e-r close, his dark eyebrows raising a little as he looked her over, almost wondering if she was considering eating him or something.
Totally take a bite out of you, am I right?
Please no.
Clearing his throat, he blinked at her last question, an eyebrow raising a little. "Bien sûr, je parle français." He answered, almost as if it was the silliest question. "Je parle il mieux que l'anglais. . ." he paused, before breathing a sigh of relief.
"You speak, ahh, the french also? Redundent question, ahoy!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:43 am
"Je suis mieux en anglais. Je n'ai jamais passé beaucoup de temps à la maison" She lamented, sighing heavily before waving her hand at the air. "Eh bien, et parlant français obtient gars qui s'intéressent à moins que ce que je dis, en plus ce que je porte.Vous savez ce que je veux dire?" She leaned more over him, eyes prying over what she could see as far as his hair, face, and skin went. Oh he was a handsome one. Pity, she was still dealing with her own complicated feelings and rather interesting memory problems. "I hope that answers your question though! English is what most people speak here, but... c'est agréable d'être capable de parler français à quelqu'un qui va comprendre ce que je dis." Pulling back, she sat, ankles crossed as polite as could be, smiling. "Solia Delacroix. I'm a death trainee!" As if the coat wasn't a give away. "Been here... Almost a year now? So, so far so good! I'm not dead yet!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:04 pm
"Eh bien, je pense que vous parlez assez bien français. Je ne pourrais pas vous dire comment il se sent d'avoir des gars qui s'intéressent à ce que je porte, cependant." He stated, a little dryly, even if he was trying to be a bit of a tease. He was never fully interested in what people thought of him, gender aside. Most people were just either there, or not important enough for him to care for.
"Mais, I agree. Knowing I 'ave someone to fall back who will understand what I am trying to say, is kind of refreshing, you know?" he admitted to her, awarding her his own little grin, which always came off as slightly mischevious.
"Dorian C ôté, plaisir de vous rencontrer, Solia," he stated to her, willingly offering his hand to shake. "I am with Mist, which I 'ave not 'ad to complain about yet. Rather fitting, I think."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 3:53 pm
"This lovely lady in life also speaks French. She's quite the beauty- but I think she's taken. A lot taken, you know?" Solia guessed because Sasha made eyes at that moon that one time. Shaking his hand rather enthusiastically, Solia winked at him. "A year and a day~ I think that so long as you think positive you'll make it. But-" She grinned. "You found your bed buddy yet er, you know, your 'friend?'"
You don't cut corners do you?
Nope <3
Hehehehehe
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 2:21 pm
"Bed buddy?" He asked at first, his eyebrow cocking up a little as he tried to think that one through a little.
She means, do you have someone special.
Oh. "Comme un autre significatif, d'une sorte." He voiced outwards, "A ******** buddy. Possibly." Dory was a little crass, admittedly, but it was really expecting. "No. I mean, my bed is constantly taken by other people. Ian, for a bit, Nick, Chelsea, Solomon . . ." He counted on his fingers, flicking them up when he spoke a name out. Thinking further, he nodded.
"About six people, but not usually with me, if ever. I'm not . . . really in to that. It 'appens sometimes but it's not my bag." He offered, giving a little shrug before turning to her.
"Et vous? Aves-vous un copain de lit?"
That's not something y'ask a woman, Dorian.
She started it.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 3:40 pm
Solia grinned, then pat Dorian on the back. "It's okay Canada man, one day you'll get the D. If thats your thing." She whispered, "Des gars comme la D ici." It was true, so very true. At his question though, Solia giggled wagging her finger at him. "Nope. Well. Not yet anyway. I like this one guy but... I'm not sure. Things are weirdly complicated here. He... well.... he... a une belle bite bien..." An awkward laugh she wondered why she didn't just say that she totally had a crush and such. Israfel told her she wanted the D. Solia said she did not need the D.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 3:44 pm
"Oui, j'ai été mis au courant que nous avons des gars qui aiment la D ici." He replied after a moment, giving a little shrug. It was evident that the option never bothered him much. "I don'no what I like. I'll figure it out." He stated, before giving her a little grin, sitting back and looking her over.
"Sounds like you have to consider nipping it at the bud, soon. That's 'ow they say it, non?" He offered up to her, his eyebrow raising a little when he asked the question, still a little uncertain about his English. He was doing better, but he wasn't at the level she was at. But, her giddy little look when she was talking about this boy made him chortle softly, hoping she would figure out what she would do with her emotions.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:59 pm
Solia shot him a scandalized look. "Oh my- NON! I wouldn't n** it I mean doesn't that hurt but I- oh my god non. Nous n'allons pas là l'homme français." She gave him a playful shove in the arm. "You will find your someone. I hope you do anyway! It can get a bit lonely here. Just having someone to talk to is nice... which is why I guess I am liking talking to you. J'ai grandi étant dit de ne pas parler français. Amérique parle anglais, sinon vous n'êtes pas.... vous n'êtes pas américain." A hint of sadness in her tone, the brief look past his face in old memories. " J'ai vécu en Amérique plupart de ma vie, mais j'ai toujours été rappelé- je ne suis pas américain. Tout comme je n'étais pas normale." A heavy sigh, Solia played with her ring. "You understand or...... what was your home like? Better I assume?" She imagined that any home was better than her own, better than the distance, the boarding schools, the fact that her parents had utterly cut themselves off from her just for their own mental comfort. In a way she couldn't blame them but..it did make home feel very distant.
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