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This may explain why APril was not in TNM.lady_ganeshJanuary 16 2010, 19:09:36 UTC
"How long have you been collecting antiquities?" April asked, pen poised.
"A very long time," Vam Mi replied. There was something strange about her beauty, April thought, even beyond her unplacable accent and unusual dress.
"Most people focus on one area, but you've got things from almost every time and place--"
"They call me," the woman interrupted, lifting an ivory letter opener to hold in front of April. "This belonged to a very fine lady in the English court-- her prized possession. And this--" a millefiori paperweight-- "was loved by an Italian woman of rare beauty and grace. Men lived merely to touch one of her scented handkerchiefs." Vam Mi's eyes looked over at April, and there was a disconcerting intensity in her gaze. "She had red hair, like you."
"Well, that's--" April swallowed and turned her attention back to her notes. "Where were we?"
"You're Irish, are you not?" Vam Mi asked. "O'Neill?"
"Yes, Ms. Mi, but we're--"
"You're a very lovely woman. What is special to you?"
April couldn't speak. Her heart was stuck in her throat.
"We'll find out," the woman chuckled, and leaned in close.
April couldn't move, even as the fangs pierced her throat.
"A very long time," Vam Mi replied. There was something strange about her beauty, April thought, even beyond her unplacable accent and unusual dress.
"Most people focus on one area, but you've got things from almost every time and place--"
"They call me," the woman interrupted, lifting an ivory letter opener to hold in front of April. "This belonged to a very fine lady in the English court-- her prized possession. And this--" a millefiori paperweight-- "was loved by an Italian woman of rare beauty and grace. Men lived merely to touch one of her scented handkerchiefs." Vam Mi's eyes looked over at April, and there was a disconcerting intensity in her gaze. "She had red hair, like you."
"Well, that's--" April swallowed and turned her attention back to her notes. "Where were we?"
"You're Irish, are you not?" Vam Mi asked. "O'Neill?"
"Yes, Ms. Mi, but we're--"
"You're a very lovely woman. What is special to you?"
April couldn't speak. Her heart was stuck in her throat.
"We'll find out," the woman chuckled, and leaned in close.
April couldn't move, even as the fangs pierced her throat.
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*dances with joy*
And I think I owe you a drabble from some meme back a ways... *goes a-hunting*
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You might? I never remember that stuff.
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