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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 3, 2009 15:27:47 GMT -5
It seemed like such a long time since Katia had seen Eros, with the heavy semester flow and her job as the nurse she had been terribly busy. The last conversation with Eros had been ended abruptly before she'd had a chance to back out of the corner she'd noticed herself in. Rather than rectifying the scenario, and talking about something that had promised to be a titillating conversation, she had been called to the nursing station to attend to a critically inane student.
Katia had made sure that she had dressed to the t, her hair falling in long winding curls, flowing down to her back. She had known what Eros had come for, other than conversation, and while she was willing to wait, but that did not meant that she could not be a tease. The door jingled behind her as she stepped through the door, her eyes sweeping the store to find Eros.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 4, 2009 22:26:48 GMT -5
Eros was, as usual when he forced himself to perform the menial task of watching the shop, lounging on a stool behind the counter. He had a book in hand, a thick tome with a ribbon marker, and was reading almost contentedly. He'd have been far more comfortable upstairs on one of the couches.
As always, when he heard the chime of the bells at the door, he took his time finishing the sentence he'd been reading. Only then did he glance up. His gaze stuck, and though there was a momentary pause, he set himself to replacing the ribbon marker and closing up his book.
"Miss Medina," he said in greeting. He let his eyes take a purposeful path down the woman's body. "It has been some time. Are you here for business?" His eyes met hers again. He would assume that she was here to replenish her stock of chocolate, but wouldn't immediately dismiss anything else.
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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 4, 2009 22:43:15 GMT -5
Katia grinned, "well everyone knows that business and pleasure should not mix, but business is a good excuse for a pleasurable conversation as well." With a slow, measured gate, Katia strolled to the counter, "I believe an apology is in order on my part, I had to distastefully end our last, meeting. I was hoping that we might, pick up the pieces before I halted my own progress." She had been aware of the stilted position she'd left their conversation in, but had been unable to fix the situation before she'd been called away.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 4, 2009 22:53:10 GMT -5
"What's done is done, Katia," Eros said, letting formality rest. "I far prefer to move on, and to look ahead. No apologies are necessary." He could hardly recall the conversation by now. They had discussed teaching, of all things, and she had gone into some abstracted diatribe about the unfairness of being a woman. Eros was not, by any means, a feminist, nor did he have sympathy for her expectations to be married some day. Hopefully soon, considering her age.
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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 4, 2009 23:03:18 GMT -5
A true glowing smile spread across Katia's lips as she leaned partially against the counter. "Well I certainly would have liked to hear your opinions on the porcelain dolls of court." Katia looked up at Eros, "It seems to have been a dreadful bore around here of late," she made a moue of her lips, "how ever to you keep yourself entertained?"
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 4, 2009 23:11:09 GMT -5
Again, Katia had moved past one subject and into another, and as usual, Eros did nothing to point that out. He hadn't any interest in the shells of women so desired by so many. If he had been once, it had certainly been situational. As for her current question, he had no desire to share with her his private affairs, but he curved his lips dryly all the same. "I read," he answered. "Voraciously." He went out now and then, visited Mano and Carolynn or the exclusive VIP areas of his preferred clubs. He entertained guests and allowed them to entertain him. And he read.
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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 4, 2009 23:18:57 GMT -5
Katia gestured to the book he was reading, "is it a sensational book then?" She found herself fascinated by what could be keeping the attention of a man like Eros. Architecture, ancient literature, mythology. As a privileged child she too knew the value of a good book, a well written book with depth and meaning, but that didn't meant that she didn't enjoy a nice scintillating book every now and again.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 4, 2009 23:37:58 GMT -5
"Sensational? Not by any means," Eros said. "It is however, quite epic in scale." He lay the book on the counter and turned it so that Katia might read the cover, which read, Voyna i mir, or War and Peace. It was a Muggle novel, yes, but well-written enough to be just this side of acceptable. That was, if one even recognized the title.
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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 26, 2009 23:16:31 GMT -5
Katia turned her attention for a moment towards the book on the table. Normally she was quite interested in books, but as she looked over the large tome in his hands her mind came to a complete stump. Despite an intense education in international languages, the one in front of her was one she was only vaguely familiar with. "Is it Russian? My knowledge of Russian is a bit lacking." Her father being the upstanding Spaniard wizard that he was had decided to learn a language commonly used in a dark wizarding school would be a stain on the family name.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 27, 2009 15:58:52 GMT -5
Eros knew an impressive number of languages, an effect of tutors who had thought to focus his natural inclination toward speech into something constructive. Russian was, of course, useful in his family's connection to the Sotas, an old Russian family that was still powerful despite the scandals. "Yes, Russian," Eros affirmed. "The original War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy. I've read some few translations, but decided at last to return to the source itself. I find interest in the slight differences between versions."
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Post by Katia Medina on Dec 27, 2009 20:12:00 GMT -5
That his mind was versatile enough to read a book of this size many times over told her alot about Eros himself. Thorough would be a good work to describe such an undertaking. "So, why do you not own the bookshop then? If you derive such pleasure from books?" The candy shop was obviously not his forte. After all, children were not something he took pleasure in.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Dec 28, 2009 0:48:40 GMT -5
Eros would have dearly loved to glare at that question, but he was far too well-mannered to be so gauche. "The owner was unwilling to part with the shop, and could not be persuaded to sell," he said simply. "I believe she considered it for all of a quarter hour simply so that the remodeling she wished to see could be properly carried out." The little Mudblood had everything set up wrong, and hadn't nearly the Galleons to rectify the situation, nor, he believed, the know-how. It was poor consolation that she'd recognized both in him. "Do tell me again why you are nursing, Katia?" A shift in subjects was well in order.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jan 6, 2010 14:13:50 GMT -5
Katia shrugged, "many reasons I guess. But mostly I wanted to experience something that I didn't have the chance to experience at home. Freedom, at least for a time, I am sure that you understand that as well, given that heirs are always given short leashes." Shorter than short, essentially death sentences, the death of their freedom, thoughts, ideas, and desires. Maybe for a short time they were allowed to live, but then it was up to the chopping block with them.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Jan 6, 2010 14:57:09 GMT -5
"Perhaps I enjoy my captivity," Eros suggested. A near-invisible gleam in his eyes took the words past their connections to heirdom, but after only a brief pause, he returned to the topic of conversation. "Cooperation does lend greater freedoms, after all, in its way. Without strong familial ties, it would be far more difficult to abandon responsibility for a year's sanctioned experiment into another society." He still had his own investments and ventures to look after, his own connections to keep strong, but having a spotless reputation meant that he was always in favor, and always gaining the rewards of a generous father. He would have assuredly beggared himself by now, otherwise.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jan 12, 2010 10:10:06 GMT -5
Katia's eyes gleamed mischeviously at the words he had said. "Cooperation? I would never have thought about that." She gave a small mock yawn, "I mean, without the challenge of superiors what is there to stimulate you? To arose, or evoke a response." She loved the response, it made her feel alive, in a way that she'd never had the pleasure of feeling elsewhere. The give and take of a heated debate or conversation. Mentally it was the closest she had ever come to being considered on par with a man. And that...well that gave her endless entertainment.
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