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Post by Zea Winters on Mar 3, 2008 18:39:14 GMT -5
Bandersnatch curled up on the arm of the chair and glowered at Aesir, apparently annoyed that his nice, warm, breathing bed had moved out from under him so quickly. Zea, upon hearing Aesir call her, returned to the bedroom, standing on the threshold with a cup of tea. Which she snorted up her nose upon seeing Aesir, wrapped in her bedsheet like a toga, flailing at her from on top of the back of her overstuffed armchair. "Well, I see you've met Bandersnatch," she coughed.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 26, 2008 8:05:10 GMT -5
Zea wakes up, slips silently out of bed, leaving a sleeping Aesir curled up, snoring quietly, with Bandersnatch curled up on his chest.
She slips on a robe, makes herself a cup of tea, and leaves her bedroom to sit on her chaise and read.
Well, the cat likes him...
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 25, 2008 21:27:06 GMT -5
Zea slid from under the blanket and took his hand.
"Why don't you come in here, and I'll... show you," she gave him a seductive glance. "Besides, I'm sure we could both do with a little... easing of tension."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 24, 2008 22:17:59 GMT -5
"No pictures, I'm afraid, but I can... demonstrate," she said, peeking at him through her eyelashes. She took his hand, and raised it to her mouth. She slipped her wand from it's wrist-holder, and pressed the tip ever so gently into his elbow.
She began whispering against his palm, words that were not intelligible, not that it mattered, because things began to happen. Delicious, tingly, magical things, that would course like electricity through his nerves.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 23, 2008 10:39:28 GMT -5
"You can look at it all you want, I'm pretty sure it won't reveal it's secrets to you. Unless you somehow speak Ancient Greek..."
She pulled the book back from him.
"...Have you ever heard of the Pronouncements of Eros?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 22, 2008 21:05:14 GMT -5
"It gets really bloody hot in my quarters, being that we're up rather high. Therefore, knickers it is. What, would you rather me prance around with them on my head? Because that can be arranged," she said, rather cheekily. "I was in my quarters, reading my very interesting book, late at night. I did not expect visitors. Be thankful I wasn't running around naked."
She crossed her arms across her chest rather indignantly.
"If you would like, I can correct the problem."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 22, 2008 20:18:20 GMT -5
"I'm not one for skirts. I'm afraid you've busted in on me in my pyjamas, or rather, lack thereof," she said, her cheeks flushing a bit. She tugged the sleeves of her shirt over her hands. "So you've busted in on my trouserless o'clock. Hope you don't mind."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 22, 2008 19:56:57 GMT -5
"Well, as far as I've seen, she's far more useful to the side of a battlefield than on it. But not everyone is quite cut out for fighting," she smiled. "I like to know how to take care of myself." She glanced down at his hand on her thigh, caressing it through the wool blanket, and placed her hand over his.
"I'm glad we're both no worse for the wear. Everyone got out of that one better than I expected. So we just have to hope we don't have to go through that again," she sighed, and slid her bare feet and shins out from under the blanket to rest on his lap.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 22, 2008 17:36:46 GMT -5
"Well, my first instinct is generally to run screaming. That is overridden by having other people to protect. Then the fight comes out."
She smirked.
"And what can I say? I'm a master with a whip."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 21, 2008 22:24:51 GMT -5
"Well, he certainly was a real cute male nurse. Or maybe I just have a thing for blond Australians," she teased. "No, really, I stopped by a few times. I was worried about you. You seemed pretty... shaken. And I don't blame you. I didn't get hurt, and I've still had nightmares these past couple of nights. Fighting those... things, whatever they were. It wasn't easy."
She looked past her desk, into her quarters.
"I've been falling asleep on the chaise here in the office, nodding off while I'm reading. I think I've been avoiding actually going to bed to sleep. So maybe it's good you stopped by. I think waking up alone is what scared me the most. Alone, and thinking I'm being attacked."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 21, 2008 22:04:09 GMT -5
Zea snickered at him.
"There are always monsters outside. Sometimes they're inside, too. But I don't think there are any here tonight."
She picked up the book, and placed it on the windowsill.
"No, no assignments. Just brushing up on some Greek text. Positively fascinating."
She tucked her legs underneath her, and patted the foot of the chaise.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 21, 2008 21:56:09 GMT -5
Zea heard a knocking on her door, and woke abruptly from where she'd fallen asleep on the chaise, curled under a woven throw, a Greek text resting on her chest. It clattered to the floor, startling her. She ran a hand through her unruly curls.
"Come in," she said. "It's not locked."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 19, 2008 21:19:03 GMT -5
Bandersnatch murred at Keladry, and then wandered over to the goldfish bowl on the windowsill to watch them.
Zea grinned at Keladry.
"Drop by and show me what you come up with next," she said.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 18, 2008 19:42:00 GMT -5
Zea grinned at the girl.
"You can draw me a cat, if you'd like. I like cats."
As she spoke, Bandersnatch leapt up on the desk, murring. He was a rather ugly, nearly bald creature, with a sparse covering of peach-fuzz. She petted him on the head.
"Yes, I like you, Bandy. Keladry, meet Bandersnatch. I know he's not much to look at, but he's a good friend."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 17, 2008 22:10:08 GMT -5
"Sure. That might be a good idea, considering if it turns out I've concocted some sort of spell that makes the paper explode into dragons, I'm the one who will get in trouble."
She put back her book and took off her gloves.
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