Dwei Knows Best

[not_whales]

WHO: Dwei and Veronica
WHEN: Friday the 22nd, Late Evening
WHERE: Veronica's House
WHAT: Time to cheer up his soon-to-be girlfriend.

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[pravdadomina]

Lie had somehow manifested into truth.

Or rather, the migraine she had made up in order to avoid office hours had slowly given itself a physical form and Veronika found herself unable to alleviate the pain with the painkillers she had on hand. Thus, she had slept, choosing to perhaps not go out tonight and instead go out of town for the weekend. Surely Dewi could find something or someone else to do while she was away

Lo Siento Veronica :U

[not_whales]

He suddenly felt as if a spotlight had landed on him the instant she opened that door. His fingers went partially numb under her scrutinizing, tired gaze, and he nearly dropped the flowers and chocolate before he could present them to her. "I just... I..." he cleared his throat, righted his bow tie with a very rose-occupied hand (nearly dropping them), "U heard that you weren't feeling well, and I.... you haven't been at work all week and I was worried so I thought you were sick - you look beautiful by the way - aaaaand I thought that you would... like a little cheer up. Roses and flowers - I skipped halfway across town, and these are Belgian. They're really good, and..." he hoisted out the flowers. "C-can I come in?"

:U Since when did the Welsh start speaking Spanish?

[pravdadomina]

She stared at him for another moment of seemingly tense silence as the forced smile vanished -- only to be replaced by a smaller, softened and more genuine quirk of her lips. "As you can see, moje láska, I am not sick. Just a bit tired and suffering a slight migraine is all." Carefully taking the roses and chocolates from the flustered man, her grin widened somewhat as she pressed a teasing but chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth. "But I appreciate the concern, miláčku."

Taking a step back, Veronika tilted her head toward the inside of her home, dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders from her lack of attempt to tie back the long strands before her nap. "And yes, darling. You can come in. While it is getting warmer, it is still a bit cool out so I would not want you to get ill. I'm sure some of my students would appreciate an extended break from me but I'm sure yours would be devastated, love~"

Since Siempre :U

[not_whales]

He forced a laugh at that, quietly wondering when was the last time he had subjected himself to a proper break from his work. "I cannot imagine why. Your lectures always seem to be so interesting - to me, at least-" though he watched her more than listened when he sat in her lectures. His lips were still warm from where hers touched, and somehow he felt lighter when she took the roses and chocolates than before he had even purchased them. "I'm sorry to hear about your migraine... is it stressed-related?"

U: /mind is blown

[pravdadomina]

Closing the door behind him, Veronike forced another grin on her face. "You're just saying that, darling." There was a moment of silence in which the older woman fidgeted slightly, the roses rustling against her chest as she suddenly realized how under dressed and perhaps even rumpled she probably appeared. Tugging at the hem of one of her old sweater dress, she gave the Welshman an apologetic smile. "Excuse my appearance, love. I was napping you see, so I'm not exactly at my best right now."

Touching his arm lightly in passing, she lead them toward the living room and into the kitchen so she could place the roses into a empty vase.

Chocolates deposited on the kitchen table, she smiled faintly. "And about your earlier question- You could say that. It may have to do with my recent relationship troubles, but it is nothing, really."

[not_whales]

"You look lovely as always. You could be wearing anything" - or nothing - "and make any woman envious."

He wasn't sure whether the sudden weight in his chest was due to the aftermath of the warm caress on his arm or the words that followed it when he followed her into the kitchen- "R-relationship?" he tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but it was... difficult. He cleared his throat and tried to act civil.

[pravdadomina]

"You are too sweet, miláčku." Veronika replied, a grateful smile now on her lips as her finger toyed with the soft petals of one of the roses. Hip pressing against the side of her kitchen table as she leaned against it, the Czech woman looked away from the vase and focused her attention back on Dewi.

"Mm, I am not sure if you can even call it a relationship, really." Her expression turned thoughtful, shoulders raising in a half-hearted shrug. "But it was a sort of companionship that we established that just-" She paused. "Didn't work out, really. It was not anything serious, in all honesty."

[not_whales]

"Companionship?" he confirmed, strumming his fingers upon the wooden table. Even with the confirmation, he still felt as if she - or more importantly this other mysterious man - had fired an arrow through his heart.

He carefully eyed the flowers in hope that they would wilt just as he did, but the remained bright and mocking. "Not... serious?"

[pravdadomina]

"Nothing beyond the occasional date and, ah, sex," Veronika said with a slight nod as she moved to get herself a glass of water, sleep having made her throat feel a bit dry for some strange reason. "So yes, things with Francis were not rather serious. Especially if you consider how long this lasted," she flashed Dewi a small, bemused smile.

"Would you like something, darling?" She asked, motioning towards the drink in her hand before her eyes glanced at the neatly stored bottles of alcohol in her liquor cabinet.

[not_whales]

Francis?! FRANCIS BONNEFOY?! As soon as Veronika had her back to him, Dewi's hands instantly sprang for his hair, pulling and yanking and- stopping and dropping his hands when she turned back to him and inquired as to his drink.

"Scotch. Straight."

[pravdadomina]

"Coming right-" Veronika paused, blue eyes raising to stare at the now severely ruffled tufts of hair on top Dewi's head. Her brow raised, hand carefully setting her glass down as she slid toward Dewi.

Arms reaching up, she smoothed down the wayward strands carefully, a bewildered but questioning expression on her face as her lips quirked somewhat in bemusement. "I do not recall feeling a breeze inside my kitchen, darling," she said lightly, brushing his bangs aside before stepping away.

"But Scotch, was it?"

[not_whales]

"...sorry, 'm head... itches?" he reached up after her fingers left his brow to readjust and mess up his hair again for added effect. "And yes, Scotch. I drink scotch now, scotch is cool- I mean..." he paused, trying to recollect himself.

[pravdadomina]

Hand resting on top the bottle of Scotch, Veronika continued to stare at the Welshman in confusion as she made no move to pour her companion a drink just yet. "Is everything okay, miláčku? You're acting a bit more...eccentric than normal. If that is even the word I should use to describe you at this moment, that is."

[not_whales]

"Yes, I'm fine, I just-" he thanked her as she handed him the small amount - maybe he'd need more later - but he threw his head back and downed it with a noise one could associate with disgust, but what was actually relief. He would need a little liquid courage for this. "Veronika. What am I to you?"

[pravdadomina]

"Co-?" Arms crossing over her chest and hips leaning against her kitchen counter, Veronika regarded her co-worker (companion? friend? friend with benefits?) over the top of her glasses. There was a brief moment of silence, or perhaps it went on longer than she noticed as a flicker of realization suddenly sparked in the Czech woman's eyes.

"I think..." Her lips pursed slightly, an uncharacteristic wave of confusion taking over her expression as she looked away. "I believe the only way I can answer that is if you tell me what I am to you, miláčku. I have been under the impression that we are what Americans would call "friends with benefits" and I-" She waved her hand dismissively, as if that simple gesture would be enough to make him understand that that was why she had gone to Francis and others. As if that simple gesture would tell him of how she needed to escape the headache inducing and pesky annoyance she felt whenever that assumption, or belief rather, of her relationship with Dewi sprung to mind.

[not_whales]

"Friends with- wot?" at last he understood her vexations - yet it still did not change the fact that he was a little betrayed by her having been with Francis. "

But Veronika, I'm not American. I never really considered you to be a friend with benefits." he paused, swallowed, and then looked up at her. "We were friends once, but I thought after the dinners and the nights together that it had become something more..."