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Post by Tiger on May 2, 2010 19:17:00 GMT -5
"Saints do not move, though...grant for prayers' sake." The first four words were uttered quickly; at that point Kiku's mind caught up to his larynx and he had to pause to think over how to finish the sentence. Something about Arthur definitely distracted him. He felt on edge, but not in a bad way, panicky yet calm. And above all, there was this inexplicable feeling--dare he say, attraction?
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Post by Jimmeh on May 2, 2010 19:27:47 GMT -5
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take," Arthur responded, and with a brief smile, he leaned in to kiss him--very gently, placing a delicate hand under Kiku's chin and letting it linger there as he drew back. "Thus from my lips, by yours," he said, "my sin is purged." [/color][/size][/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 3, 2010 20:25:46 GMT -5
Kiku's teeth went back together once the kiss had ended, but his lips remained parted, giving him an expression of mild yet positive shock. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took," he whispered, almost dreamlike, brushing a finger over the corner of his own mouth as if he was not quite able to believe what had just happened.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 3, 2010 22:14:25 GMT -5
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" He chuckled, his face just inches away from where their lips had parted. "Give me thy sin again." Arthur could feel his own stomach jump at the false seriousness of his tone. To break the tension and conclude his sentence, he kissed him again--this time simply to prove he was not just a drunken Englishman on the prowl. It seemed like with him, assumptions could be made in a split second. Yet this time seemed different--far more different from the dazed flirting he had seen Francis perform before, or the faces he had perhaps once felt attracted to at one point or another who he would never had been able to recall right then. Nothing else, no one else seemed to exist but Kiku at that moment. [/size][/color]
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Post by Tiger on May 5, 2010 19:24:12 GMT -5
[[ooc: For this scene, imagine Germany as one of those Bavarian waitresses at Oktoberfest who strut around in dirndls with about eight mugs in each hand.]]
"You kiss by the book," he murmured, now slightly less dazed and able to believe that maybe what was happening was real. This had been something Kiku had dreamed of, not obsessively nor on a regular basis, but in spare moments when the most exciting thing one could do was ponder the future. But in all of his absentminded fantasies, none had ever been as perfect as this. Yes, perfect was the word...
Ludwig ruined the moment, trotting up to the two with a stubborn, unamused expression somewhere between a frown and a scowl. "Sir," he said, paying more attention to the beer steins in his right hand than his addressee, "your mother craves a word with you." More than anything, he wanted to avoid spilling a drop of the beer, as it would seriously undermine his worth to the house of Capulet and destroy any respect he had for himself as a German.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 5, 2010 19:39:10 GMT -5
[[ooc: I can see it. xD]]
Arthur, upon seeing Ludwig, bowed his head formally, taking a reluctant step away from Kiku and dropping his hand. He recognized the servent vaguely from seeing him bustling through marketplaces before, murmuring to himself furiously. He was certainly eccentric--his crazed demeanor was distinctive to the point where he couldn't put a house to the face, as he usually could for strangers. Yet part of him, though he wasn't entirely aware of it, feared the worst, so he asked the German under his breath: "What is his mother?"
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Post by Tiger on May 6, 2010 22:02:32 GMT -5
"Marry, bachelor," Ludwig said, setting the beer down on a nearby table which creaked under the weight of the drinks, "his mother is the lady of the house, and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous--I raised her son, that you talk'd withal. I tell you, he that can lay hold of him shall have the chinks." For a brief moment he smirked before picking up the fifteen steins again and glancing over his shoulder to see if his compliments had been overheard.
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Post by Jimmeh on May 7, 2010 12:32:15 GMT -5
"Is he a Capulet?" he asked, slowly growing horrified--he knew the answer well, judging by the servant's clothing and his way of addressing the house's mistress. "O dear account," Arthur said, partially to himself, letting his gaze drop from Kiku and Ludwig to the floor. "My life is my foe's debt."
Matthew, unaware of what was going on, stepped behind Arthur, grinning madly. He was similar to his cousin in that only a few champagne flutes could send him into a flurry of emotion--however, the Canadian was always in a state of cheerfulness instead of the drunken melancholy Arthur endured. "Away, begone; the sport is at the best," he said to him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose absentmindedly.
"Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest," Arthur replied, sending a half-reluctant, half-apologetic glance towards Kiku. Certainly, he thought, it could not be over that soon. They had just met, and it was nothing like he had ever imagined or experienced--it could not end! [/size]
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Post by Tiger on May 7, 2010 17:58:22 GMT -5
"Nay, gentlemen," asserted Roderich, who had apparently been listening in on the conversation. He stepped and leaned forward, resting his left elbow awkwardly on Ludwig's shoulder and sloshing around a glass of pálinka in his right hand. "Prepare not to be gone! We have a trifling foolish banquet towards--is it e'en so? Why, then, I thank you all, I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night. More torches here! Come on, then, let's to bed. Ach, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late." Tightening his jaw, he drew his left hand to his collar and tugged at his cravat before placing it with his right around the drink. "I'll to my rest." With that, he turned around and trotted off in the general direction of the staircase.
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