Mar 24, 2006 08:56
Bianca isn't in Australia, or the House of Arch. Instead, she is walking by the lake in high-heeled boots and a coat. No pearls in her blonde hair, and her head is bowed in thought. Hands in her pockets, and she's not really paying attention.
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"Bianca?"
He looks rather high strung, but seems to be doing alright. On the whole. Well enough to do something long overdue.
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"Random."
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"The Star. She is, primarily, a woman of faith, and a symbol of hope. When darkness reigns, one may follow her glow back to the true path. A good deal of meditative energy implied, but mostly the idea of a woman, you, who will help and lead others around her, guiding them with kindness and showing them the example of her faith."
The woman in the card is on her knees, opening a box, out of which darkness is flowing. Her eyes are fixed only on the star behind the flow.
"I regret the half-naked thing, but it needs to be kept at least a little like my deck for these sort of charms to work. Any consolation, you don't particularly have to show it to anyone. Or rather, I won't. You hold my card and when you need me, touch the surface, I'll be able to pick you up through yours."
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"Grazie."
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He grins, cheerfully.
"That's all I ask."
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"I won't!"
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He smiles, rather proud.
"So no worries. I met your fellow, by the way. Had an interesting conversation."
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He considers.
"Is there a dignified answer to 'What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?' Bianca?"
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"You flirted with him?"
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He grins, rakishly.
"Shamelessly. He introduced himself as 'Salvatore' and I called him 'Santino' and he... was very stoic, I have to say. I got through quite a few bad pick up lines before I went."
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He grins at her.
"Any time you need him embarassed, call on me. I'll enjoy it. Any time."
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She's hated him for so long, it's hard to seem him as a figure of ridicule. Hard, but somehow...
Enjoyable.
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He shrugs.
"You feel better for it. Invariably."
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