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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Mar 26, 2006 0:30:49 GMT
Apronia stared out over the landscape of garden and lake and forest, leaning casually back into the wood of the broomshed. She uses a muggle lighter easily and inhales smoke, thinking defiantly of her thesis Professor's lectures on tar and cancer. Smoke flows out of her mouth in a cloud, and she hopes no students find her. She smokes, but she has accepted the risk to her health and does not do it for others. Wigglyfish would scold her for providing a bad example for the students.
Orion is bright, and she imagines him, great Hunter, pulling his bow, and she feels such love for a person made of stars. The whispers of the Forest are becoming clearer in her ears as she quietly stands behind the broomshed, watched over by the Hunter and befriended by an ecosystem.
(OOC: DEAR GOD, somebody post! am I just going to stand outside by myself forever?!)
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Apr 15, 2006 2:49:13 GMT
Ethelion steps out of the shadows, making his way toward Apronia. He had often admired her from afar but, having recently turned over a new leaf, now found he had the confidence to approach her.
"Have another one of those?" He asked her smoothly.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Apr 17, 2006 2:04:22 GMT
Apronia eyes him carefully, holding hers between her lips as she shakes out another from the battered packet. She hands it to him and offers a lighter.
¨What brings you down here?¨
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Apr 17, 2006 2:12:13 GMT
He lights his cigarette in a practiced mannar, as if he has preformed the simple motion a thousand times, then hands it back to Apronia, fingers lingering over her skin for no more than an instant more than is nessisary.
"Just thought I'd go out for a stroll... get out of the hustle and bustle of the castle, you know. Clear my mind."
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Apr 18, 2006 7:22:21 GMT
Smoke billowed out of her nose purposefully as she snorted.
"Trust me, I completely understand." she took another drag, staring at Orion once more. Her lips moved as she silently mouthed a Japanese poem about a hunter and his love.
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Apr 20, 2006 3:04:11 GMT
Ethelion watched her purt red lips as they moved seductivly. When she finished, he smiled, taking another drag from his cigarette. "That was a pretty poem," he said, blowing smoke to the side of her head. "I can read lips you know. It's especially easy with ones are beautiful as your own."
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Apr 20, 2006 4:28:22 GMT
Apronia frowned at him for the barest minute before softening her expression.
"I was unaware that you spoke classical Japanese." she said, strongly hinting that he'd completely misunderstood her mouthing. She took another drag and blew a few wispy smoke rings, watching Ethelion out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Apr 20, 2006 11:55:27 GMT
Ethelion looked flustered for a fraction of a second, before smiling in a manner he thought was seductive.
"Ah, perhaps it forms an entirely different poem when said silently in one of the languages I do know! But a woman who can tell me when I'm wrong. I like that." A wink.
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Apr 20, 2006 14:58:35 GMT
Apronia smiled a little triumphantly, glancing back at Ethelion from the corner of her eye.
Is he truly flirting with me? she wondered. She'd never considered Ethelion in that light. In fact, she'd kind of assumed he was gay, but then again, she had the worst gaydar in the entire world. She considered the possibility as she inhaled the last bit of the dying cigarette.
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