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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 17, 2016 18:50:02 GMT -5
Emilian felt stupid. Really, really stupid. There were a lot of reasons for this, but one of the most obvious was I've invited a sexy woman to my flat for drinks. So many years of working to keep himself under control, and he could ruin it all within five minutes of that sexy woman walking through the front door. Yet there he was, putting out a plate of cheeses and cured meats, as if they were going to have a sophisticated wine tasting instead of sampling vodkas. She probably wouldn't even want the damned food, right? But he knew how to be a good host, even if it meant nothing.
He smoothed the front of his dark shirt so that the fabric was wrinkle-free and the hem sat just so against the top of his dark jeans. While his glove was on and his left hand sported the wedding band he had very little right to wear, no other evidence of Adara was visible in the flat. A painting of her looking beautiful and tempting was covered and hidden away. A flowing blouse made more of lace than solid fabrics was tucked away in a closet. A necklace put delicately in a small drawer in his writing desk.
And then there was a knock at the door, and he cleared his throat, gave his shirt a final sharp tug, and went to welcome his guest.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 18, 2016 17:47:18 GMT -5
Aline had immediately sent her father a letter outlining the conversation she had with her father and the meeting they would be having in three days-- today. He was pleased with how she was doing and even sent her one of his most prized vodka bottles; she wasn't even aware of the galleons he spent on it, but from what she knew it cost a pretty penny. Still, he probably had more and this was a smart investment for him not a waste.
Before leaving she gave herself another look over in the mirror. Her robes and cloak made from the best fabrics, fitted in the right places to show off her well toned body the necklace she bough from his store gleaming against her exposed cleavage. Aline kept her outfit on the more casual side not wanting to make it seem like she tried too hard to impress him, but there was no question about it-- she looked good.
Apparating to his address she walked to his apartment pausing just outside his door to smooth her robes. Taking a deep breath she raised a fist and knocked on the door. Aline could hear his footsteps approaching and as the door swung open. Aline smiled taking in how appropriate he looked. When one looked past the scars you could see a very handsome man, and Aline could see it more than ever in that moment. "Zdravstvujty*, it's good to see you again Emilian," the gift from her father, well herself, was tucked away in her arm while the others were in the small purse she carried with her. Aline held out the well wrapped gift, it was only appropriate in light of their new business partnership.
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Zdravstvujty: Formal greeting (Hello)
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 19, 2016 16:47:16 GMT -5
Emilian returned her greeting, though his expression soon turned to surprise he couldn't hide at the presentation of a gift. Suddenly, he was glad he was freshly shaven and that his hair was behaving as well as it ever did. Just as suddenly, he reprimanded himself. They were the thoughts of immaturity and a version of himself that was long gone and pushed away; the last thing he needed to do was let it bubble to the surface.
"I...thank you...I didn't expect..." he managed as he reached for the gift, and then he gathered some semblance of control and stepped to the side. Gesturing to Aline for her to step inside, he momentarily shifted topics, "Come in, that should have been my first comment."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 19, 2016 21:35:22 GMT -5
Aline stepped inside her hands free of the gift now moving up to unfasten her cloak. It hung loosely at her shoulders as her eyes did a quick scan of the place. She turned to look at him and shook her head. "It's tradition to bring a gift to a new business partner," but never like the vodka in the bottle, but he could enjoy that one later. "Think nothing of it," and there was more where that came from. "This is certainly more cozy than the hellhole I'm staying in right now," Aline shrugged her cloak off and threw it over her arm eyes scanning the room once more before resting on him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 20, 2016 14:31:43 GMT -5
"There's a cloak rack there," Emilian said, waving a hand to a dark wooden stand as he backed into the room. "I've set out some things for us, and I thank you again for this." When was the last time he'd gotten a gift? Even a required one? "I hope you can find somewhere better to stay." Not for the first time, Mano popped into his head, but he bushed it off. "Please, sit, make yourself comfortable."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 20, 2016 18:30:21 GMT -5
Aline moved to hang her cloak up on the rack her back to him the whole time. After being invited to sit she made her way to sit on a comfortable armchair bringing her bag to her lap. "I had difficulty picking, but I settled on two of my favorite russian vodka's and two armenian oghi," she brought them out setting each one on the table in front of her. "I may have gotten a bit carried away," she laughed under her breath flashing him a small smile.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 20, 2016 18:34:45 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped as Emilian sat. A pair of glasses rested on the table along with the fairly modest bit of food, and it only took a little bit of a turn to pull out his own vodkas from the little liquor cabinet served as an end-table. "Perish the thought," he said, setting things out. "The larger the variety, the better." The gift settled between them, ready to be opened as soon as it wouldn't make him look pathetically anxious for a gift.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 20, 2016 18:50:35 GMT -5
As the number of bottles increased so did her excitement. She looked down the line unsure where she wanted to start "With this variety, it will be impossible to pick a favorite," her eyes went to the gift she gave him and she wondered if he was interested in what was inside; he seemed to appreciate it and that was all she needed. "Some of my fondest memories involve vodka, and deciding which one I enjoyed the most can be difficult," she paused before continuing, "I can assure you those four are among my fondest." There was nothing wrong with enjoying a good drink with better company and in the past it showed positive results; why not this time as well?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 20, 2016 20:00:24 GMT -5
"I don't know that mine are quite up to par, but they aren't bottom-of-the-barrel, either," Emilian said. He raised his wand to summon a small bucket filled with ice for their drinks, charmed to stay cold, if it was desired, and only then did he turn his attention to the gift. As he opened it, his lips curved, and an old wolfish smile graced his lips. "If I didn't know any better, Miss Saroyan, I would think you planned to get me drunk," he teased.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 20, 2016 20:43:35 GMT -5
Aline watched with curved lips as he picked up the gift and opened it. His response was better than expected and if it wasn't for how well she could control herself a blush would have creped up to her cheeks. Instead, Aline retained her cool and shrugged slowly as a coy smile creeped up on her face. "You make it sound like there's something wrong with that," she teased back biting down on her lower lip. "In fact," Aline scanned over the bottles before plucking one out of the group. "We might as well get started," she said as she showed him the bottle she had picked-- it was one of his own.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 21, 2016 17:06:33 GMT -5
Emilian set the newest addition in a position of pride amongst the others, then picked up two short glasses. "Be my guest," he said. Let her set the pace. It's meant to be a tasting, not full drinks one voice in his head said, while another laughed uproariously at the thready optimism that nothing would go wrong. "God, I don't remember the last time I did anything like this." It had to have been back in Germany, right?
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 21, 2016 18:31:50 GMT -5
Aline smiled and swiftly unscrewed the bottle pouring each glass as he handed them to her. The first glass she made sure to keep at a modest amount, they were tasting not partying to get wasted. Besides, Aline had to present herself the right way, and not in the same way she'd act when with friends and 'prey'. Putting the bottle down and moving it aside she picked up her glass. "What shall we toast to?" there were many things, but none of which she could really say out-loud.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 21, 2016 18:42:25 GMT -5
To a beautiful visitor I'm not having to pay. "New opportunities," Emilian said, raising his own glass. "What's that old line about that TriWizard tournament? Something about improving international wizarding relations?" One corner of his mouth quirked up and is icy blue eyes gained an almost mischievous glint, though he quickly worked to get it under control.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 21, 2016 19:44:15 GMT -5
In Durmstrang the TriWizard tournament was just an opportunity to show off their superiority to the other schools, but she supposed other schools wouldn't see it that way. "Well I'm always up for improving relations," especially with him, but unless he caught the brief moment of a mischievous look in her eyes he wouldn't be able to tell if the innuendo was purposely placed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 21, 2016 20:17:11 GMT -5
Emilian laughed, then tried to smother it with a light cheers and a sip from his glass. It didn't matter whether or not he'd seen any actual mischievous glint in Aline's eyes; his mind was, unfortunately, in a place where he would see it even if it wasn't there. But he really didn't need to laugh at it or let that old predatory personality sneak in. "I've spent months at a time in Germany trying to improve relations."
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