All is for the best in this....

Jan 30, 2007 20:01

Cassidy Keep gets lovelier every day, from the gardens to the great hall. Her friends and family circulate between its rooms and grounds in a neverending cascade.

Old friends, new friends ... and best of all, teammates.

"Berto!" she greets the Brazilian with a smile. "How are you?"

sunspot, "a little piece of home", deadpool, siryn

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:09:24 UTC
"Alto vermelho!" His typical grin crosses his face as he scoops her up for a big hug, no simple smile was greeting enough for him.

"Nice place you have here. You trying to make me feel bad about my place in Rio?"

No, he's not letting go.

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 02:11:24 UTC
"Saints, would I do that?" she teases back. "At least we've proper seasons here! Tell me you'll join us for Christmas."

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:18:05 UTC
He sighs, looking upwards.

"Well, let me think about that....I don't know...Christmas is so busy for me....Jessica Alba invited me to Sweden after all..."

Of course his fingers are lacing together behind her back.

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 02:23:47 UTC
Terry scoffs. "Sweden. What's in Sweden? Wouldn't ye rather have a holiday here?"

She isn't fighting his embrace.

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:31:03 UTC
An eyebrow lifts in contemplation, a rather naughty looking smirk lifting one side of his lips as he looks back down at her.

"Jessica Alba is in Sweden apparently."

Before she can hit him though, he grins down at her.

"But Alba doesn't have cute little freckle patterns across her nose."

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 02:32:25 UTC
That freckled nose wrinkles at him. "Careful, lad," she says mock-sternly. "Himself is in residence these days, y'know."

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:38:54 UTC
The grin turns into a genuine smile as he runs a finger through a forlock of that red hair.

"I'm trying to forget, obrigado."

His voice had softened, though. The look in those deep browns are all for her at the moment.

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 02:40:17 UTC
"I can't." She gives him a compassionate smile. "You know what he means to me, and what I mean to him."

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:43:57 UTC
His head drops back as he gives something that sounds halfway between a growl and a groan.

"O deus conserva-me das cabeças vermelhas! You're killing me here!"

A chaste but affectionate kiss is placed on the top of her head with a soft chuckle.

"Is he treating you ok?"

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 02:48:18 UTC
"Better than that." Terry smiles happily. "Would he do any less?" She lightly punches Berto's shoulder.

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 02:59:11 UTC
Disappointment is in his eyes for a moment as he rubs dramatically at his shoulder. He'd only let her see it, though, even for that long.

He releases her from the hug but does lead her to the large fireplace by her hand.

"He better. I'd hate to bruise his knuckles with my face repeatedly. So come on..." he pulls her down with him to the rug by the expedience of simply dropping his weight and pulling on her hand.

"...tell a hopeless bachelor what it's like to be in love."

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 03:00:49 UTC
"Oof!" She lands with a thud more dramatic than painful. "Ah, 'Berto, I'm no poet to speak o'such things...." Her smile tells him a different story. "'Tis grand. I don't know how he makes the time to spend so much time here, with all his work, but he does, and I'm glad of it."

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 03:12:45 UTC
He's happy for her. He can't not be. That's all he ever wanted for her...well maybe not ALL he's ever wanted for her, but that'd be splitting hairs.

A blanket is pulled from a nearby couch, upsetting a book laying there, and gets wrapped around her shoulders. His hands remain on her shoulders, encouraging her to continue, also hiding the look on his face.

"And between the sheets?"

The grin next to her ear is maybe a little less than what it usually is, but this is Berto. He hides behind what he can.

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 03:14:00 UTC
"Ah, that's none o'your business at all, at all." The brogue is heavy, but her eyes are sparkling, which is all the answer he needs.

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ponto_do_sol January 31 2007, 03:15:57 UTC
"Hey, I just want to make sure he's met your every need. What are friends for, right?"

That and apparently random tickling pokes to the ribs through blankets.

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terry_cassidy January 31 2007, 03:18:19 UTC
"Berto!" She giggles and fights back. "Saints--ha! Don't!" She squirms away, still giggling. "Have I told ye where he took me for Valentine's Day?"

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