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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2006 0:56:09 GMT -5
Faust grinned throughout her story. "Yes, I completely understand." He said. "Such people can be such a pain, can't they?" He chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips and let the colorless liquid go into his mouth. The young man set the glass down on the table and watched Cella take another sip of her wine.
His eyes trailed over her features for a moment, her firey, red hair, her lavender eyes. He couldn't help be think that this was all supposed to happen, that they were supposed to meet. He had never met anyone like Cella before, such a wonderful person, yet so mysterious in her own little way. He took another sip of his drink, snapping out of his little thought induced daze.
"Can I ask where you live?" He asked politely. He knew that she knew where he lived, he had taken her there himself after shopping. He also knew, and it brought a momentary bemused smile to his face, that her first thought would be 'at the hospital'.
Faust looked into his drink and swirled it around gently, then putting the glass back on the table. To be honest Faust wasn't drinking his vodka very much at all. He disliked liquor, or at least large amounts of it being consumed. This would be his only glass that night, even then he felt it was rather much. As well, whenever he did have any liquor it was vodka, one of the few drinks he didn't find disgusting.
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Post by Cella on Mar 15, 2006 1:27:23 GMT -5
Cella’s lips turned up again at his question. “Well, my house is located just on 1st and Main, not all too far from the church.” She stated with a little half laugh. “I wouldn’t say that I live there, it’s mostly the hospital or my mom’s for me, like I’ve said, I often wonder why I ever purchased a dwelling for my things.” She finished with a wink just before bringing the wine back to her lips and taking yet another small sip.
It was true, and he was right, she lived at the Hospital, and was there almost all the time, even after everyone had gone home, Cella often refused to leave for one reason or the next. Perhaps it had something to do with the Necromancers attack, because now that Faust was there, there was quite simply no reason for her to spend so much time in the confines of that place. He took over the paperwork or, half of what she used to have to deal with, as well the surgeries and tended the patients and that should have given her more time to spend at home, but Cella quite simply seemed to never leave. It could of course as well been out of habit more than anything else.
“The house I should call home resides as well, just between a couple groves of trees, it is really quite nice, I don’t know why I can’t seem to make it there…” She then pondered a moment; her glass lifting to her lips once again and then, as she set the glass down she smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well, I suppose one day I’ll make it a home.” She finished her earlier thought.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2006 1:49:23 GMT -5
"Mmm." He said, reflecting on what she said. "I'm sure you will someday. It does sound nice, though, two groves..." He amused himself with a few mental images of what her house may look like and smiled broadly at Cella. He also realized how close she must be, as he lived near the church as well, though down a different street than main. Again he took a tiny sip of liquor, swirled the contents of the glass and put it down.
"So it's either at the hospital or at your mother's hmm?" He said quietly. He still remembered the look on her face when she talked about her father, he knew he shouldn't bring it up. "Thats good." He replied to his own question. He himself missed his own parents very much and knew how much it hurt talking about them, he doubted Cella would want to talk about personal loss on such a nice evening.
The doctor smiled lifted the glass as if to drink again, but he lowered the drink, thinking better of it. He looked at Cella, his green eyes and her lavender ones connecting for a moment. "Theres just... something about you." He said, thinking outloud. "You're special." The corners of his lips turned upwards very slightly. He couldn't think of anything else to describe it. He realized he had spoken aloud and looked at Cella gently, though slightly suprised, she had such an effect on him.
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Post by Cella on Mar 15, 2006 2:46:58 GMT -5
“Ya, my mom is getting older and needs help with something’s now, she still works long hours at the potion Merchants, and there are so many things she needs, so I tend to spend a lot of time there helping her out, when I am not at the hospital, that is.” She returned after his small comment about her spending time at her moms.
She was just about to place the glass of wine to her lips hen he spoke again. Her hand stopped its motion and she set the glass down on the table with a soft ‘clink’ of glass and polished wood and she was suddenly lost again.
You’re special… Those words, she had heard them uttered to her before, but not from Faust, though she couldn’t place where, she should have known. Cella then found she was staring at him with intensity, as if hanging to his every word suddenly. She mentally slapped herself and woke up slightly, though still continued to allow him to keep her captivated in his emerald gaze. That, she didn’t mind at all, as a matter-of-fact, she quite liked the way he was able to hold her attention so well, as well, the way he made her feel inside when he did look at her.
A few moments later, her hand resting on the table, her eyes still captured in his gaze, her smile disappeared and was replaced with something else, something even more intense as a realization came to her. Her eyes began to move over his face now, taking his features in all at once. Her eyes lingered for a moment over his lips, her top teeth now moving over her lower lip, biting down lightly only to allow it to slide from her light grasp and then her eyes moved back to his and she blinked slowly.
Once again, the entire noisy Club was drowned out in his presence, she had brought the two of them into her own little world. Visions of blurred colors past them as she sat there in silence watching him, no words coming to her lips, only incoherent thoughts that wouldn’t form in her mind. The hand that rested on the table came up then and reached across the table and her fingers stretched out to run their tips over his cheek, slowly from his cheekbone down to his chin where they hesitated a moment before they moved up to touch his lips and then her hand moved away and once again resided on the table between them. “Perfection..” She said simply with a smile once again gracing her lips, her lavender eyes still consumed in his emerald gaze.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 0:13:55 GMT -5
Faust noticed how strangely Cella was acting. He saw her staring at him, then come to her senses. They held eachother's gaze for more than a moment, it felt like forever, though he didn't mind at all. Her lavender eyes were so beautiful, unbelievably gentle; he could look into them and find a sort of peace that he just couldn't explain.
Then she did something that took the doctor by complete surprise. Her hand, as if acting on its own reached out and caressed his face, running down his cheek to his lips, where they lingered. Her skin was so soft, warm, gentle to the touch, wonderful to feel. Faust's eyelids dropped slowly, she had him, like he was mesmerized by her. She pulled them away, hesitant, as if she didn't want to have them leave his lips. A second later her hand was back where it was before, on the table, still. She uttered a softly spoken word.
“Perfection...”
"No...." He replied slowly, reaching out and taking her hand in his, that hypnotized look still over his features. "You are..." He interlaced his fingers with her's and looked into her eyes, what an effect she had on him.
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Post by Cella on Mar 16, 2006 0:28:32 GMT -5
Cella’s smile turned up a slight bit again after his comment and her eyes moved slowly from his to look at their hands, fingers laced together like they were lovers. A slight blush ran over her cheeks as she looked back up and into his emerald gaze once more.
She couldn’t think of a time she’ d been more happy than just now, here with him, there was nothing in the back of her mind screaming at her, nothing trying to stop what she wanted, and right now, it was to be here, with Faust.
“Well, to me, you couldn’t be anything less than perfect.” She stated honestly, her voice still soft.
Her drink had gone off to the side, all but forgotten as the moments slipped by. The long stemmed glass sitting with half its contents still idly waiting to be consumed, though more than likely, would never be.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” She asked then, her lavender eyes sparkling in the lights of the club her soft fiery locks cascading over one shoulder as she slightly tilted her head.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 0:50:56 GMT -5
Faust smiled lightly, his ears turning a light pink. "Yes, a walk would be wonderful." He looked at his own glass, pushed aside, still half full, not at all regretting that he wasn't going to finish it. He stood up with Cella, fingers still intwined and looked over her, his emerald eyes sweeping over Cella's figure.
He noticed that there were actually people around, for the first time in the last few minutes. For while nothing but their little table existed, Cella and Faust, nothing else mattered. He suddenly noticed the song that was playing, the voices of others, the world snapping back to what it was before they sat down.
They weaved through the crowds of people to get to the doorway, which still have people coming through it, it was still early in the night and it was going to get very cramped in the hall given an hour or so. They walked past the doorman, who nodded curtly, and walked down the stone steps so that they were down on the street, in the fresh air.
Faust inhaled gently, taking in the crisp, clean night and turned to Cella, smiling. "It's a wonderful night out, isn't it?" He said, starting to walk down the street.
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Post by Cella on Mar 16, 2006 1:06:10 GMT -5
It was more or less the same way as Cella stood, she took note of the many patrons in the club as well, and the music came flooding back to her ears. She almost laughed at how loud it suddenly seemed in the place.
She looked own at their hands, still laced together as they were, the smile on her lips still present and then back up, “Ok, lets go then.” She stated and then followed him form the club, nodding just as curtly to the doorman as he had them and then forgetting about him as she breathe dint eh fresh air of the crisp, clean night.
“Absolutely wonderful.” She returned, thinking that it could have been a full-blown blizzard out and so long as she was holding his hand and walking besides him, it would still feel as though it couldn’t get any better.
As they walked, Cella moved closer to his side and laid her head on his shoulder, their feet continuing to move. A few shops still remained open, though the Merchants had long since stopped hailing people as they passed by. There were delightful smells coming form one and Cella’s head came up off his shoulder and she looked around until her eyes fell on the food stand. “Lets grab a bite.” She suggested as she pulled him to the left, giving him no chance to argue.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 1:31:27 GMT -5
They walked down the street together, Cella pulling close and laying her head against his shoulder. That moment felt so amazing for Faust, it felt right in so many ways. He sighed happily and merely looked around, noting a few shops that still had lights in their windows. There was silence for a few minutes, he, content with everything, was quiet. The young man hoped she was quiet for the same reason.
Suddenly Cella tugged on his arm, forcing him off the the side, wanting a bite to eat. Faust didn't mind, nor objected to the idea, in fact he was rather hungry himself. She pulled him to the shop and, as it turned out, it was a bakery. The smell of baked good wafted through the aid and made Faust's mouth water, the loaves of bread, pasteries and other delectables were along the walls, though some were picked over since it was close to closing.
The two walked up to the counter, a rather plump, jolly fellow was behind it. He smiled and greeted them with a hearty hello before waiting for them to figure out what they wanted.
"And what will you have?" Faust asked. He looked at Cella and gave her hand a tiny squeeze before smiling.
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Post by Cella on Mar 16, 2006 1:47:48 GMT -5
Cella smiled up at Faust and sided back up to him, pressing her shoulder lightly against his own and smiled happily before turning to take a look over the remaining goods the Merchant had to offer. Her eyes finally landed on a very nice, sweet looking chocolate glazed donut and her smile widened, her eyes sparkled with delight and she pointed at the delectable treat. “I want that one, the chocolate donut.” She stated in a happy tone, her voice light and full of life. “How about you Faust?” She inquired as the fat man walked over and retrieved her choice, settling the donut on a paper plate and then laid it on the counter to wait for Faust to make his choice.
Cella, though keeping her eyes on the donut now, once again laid her head on his shoulder and continued to smile. The slight squeeze he had given her hand, sent warming feelings through her entire frame. Her free hand came around in front of her and now rested itself on his forearm as they stood there.
It was amazing, the way her mind had been silenced this entire night, as if being with Faust chased all her ‘demons’ away. Not once had she slipped into the past, or even for that matter, been bothered with annoying visions of what was happening elsewhere in the city. So often, when alone or with her mother, out doing yard work or some odd chore, Cella had begun to ‘keep an eye on’ the hospital, her mind running her through its halls to make certain everything was ok, but not tonight, tonight was so different, she couldn’t believe how relaxed she was, so free.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 2:08:46 GMT -5
The shelves behind the counter displayed a large amount of sweets and pastries, all of which looked delicious. He finally decided on an icing drizzled apple pastry, the last one. He pointed it out and the kind man retrieved it for him. Faust himself felt like he was being spoiled this evening, dancing, a sweet treat, but most of all he was enjoying it all with Cella, a woman that made him feel a way he had never felt before.
Faust looked down and found Cella pulling closer to him, her head on his shoulder, placing her free hand upon his arm. Faust felt so elated by this gesture, he couldn't help but smile broadly, unable to hide his joy. He wanted to place his arm around her, yet was unable to as Cella had his limb and didn't seem to want to let go, nor did Faust want her too.
"That'll be a gold then sir." The merchant said after he put the confection on a paper plate.
Faust paid for the pastry and donut and smiled at Cella. "Should we keep walking or stay here?" He asked, gripping the plates' edges in his fingers.
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Post by Cella on Mar 16, 2006 2:17:38 GMT -5
Cella looked around and caught site of a picnic bench along side the cobbled street, backed by the center of the town square and smiled up at Faust, her head rising slightly off his shoulder. “We could go sit over there for a bit and have our little treat.” She stated and then, after she was certain Faust had their pastries in his hand; she reluctantly raised her head the remainder of the way and moved them toward the bench, the hand at his arm, staying where it was.
It wasn’t until they had been seated that she took her now free hand from his forearm, but only to pluck her treat from its resting place from the plate. She brought the chocolate delight to her lips and smiled just before taking a small bite. “Mmm… “ She managed and then, after she had swallowed, she looked aver at Faust again. “I almost forgot that place existed, it has been a long item since I had gotten anything from him.” She said. “My dada and I used to frequent the place, against my moms better judgment, of course.” She laughed. “Sweet old man who makes the sweetest sweets.” She then said and laughed again.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 2:49:36 GMT -5
The sat down outside and ate their baked desserts. Faust smiled as he took a bite from his pastry, watching Cella eat her donut. She had drawn close again, he, in turn, did the same.
He looked up briefly and admired the clear sky, the stars shining brightly. He was glad that it was a good night out for their date, he wanted Cella to enjoy herself like she never had before. Whenever she held his hand, touched his arm, he would smile, he would feel so undescribably happy.
“My dada and I used to frequent the place, against my moms better judgment, of course. Sweet old man who makes the sweetest sweets.”
"Yes, he does seem to be a rather nice fellow." He replied. "And his goods are rather good too." A small smile appearing on Faust's lips as they talked.
He took another bite from his snack and smiled. "This really amazingly good, you should try some." He offered her some of his pastry, holding it out for her to take a bite from.
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Post by Cella on Mar 16, 2006 3:02:18 GMT -5
Cella had taken to looking out and about the growing darkness of the square, in a few hours, they’d be forced to retreat home, due to the curfew that Cassius had instilled because of the happenings about the city not all too long ago. Cella didn’t want to part from Faust though, not so soon, the night, to her, had only just begun. Of course, to her, an eternity at his side would probably not be enough time spent.
When Faust moved closer to her as well, Cella’s heart nearly stopped. She once again bit down on her lower lip, only to let it slide once again as well, out from the cover of her pearly teeth before turning and leaning her head over to take a small bite from Faust’s apple treat. “Mmm..” She said once again. “Every bit as good as I remember them being.” She went on. “Want a taste of mine?” She offered, tearing an average sized bite from her donut and putting it to his lips before he could refuse. “Open up.” She said with a slight bit of laughter in her tone, remembering the last time she’d done this very same thing to him with the cakes in his own home.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2006 3:21:57 GMT -5
Faust found the irony funny, that she was doing now what she did at his home, telling him to 'open up' for a bite of food. Faust opened his mouth and took a bite from the donut. "Mmmmmmm." He said, chewing and swallowing. "Very good." He licked his lips gently to rid them of any crumbs and laughed. "Maybe I should come here more often."
Faust also noticed how dark it was getting. He could see the large clocktower and the time it was, eight thirty. Curfew was at ten, meaning that they had to leave by then, less they be harried by the patrols. He didn't want the night to end, nor part with Cella. He, himself was enjoying the night, her company, so much that he did his absolute best not to think about when ten o'clock came around.
Gently Faust placed an arm around Cella and smiled. A night patrol walked by and eyed them as he passed, which was his job, of course. He rounded the corner and Faust sighed gently, he never did like the patrols, nor the way they looked at people.
Faust finished his confection and put the plate in the garbage can near the bench with one hand. "That was quite good."
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