[Sounds perfect to me. I'm a Queen of Slowtimes. Also, highly amused as I just finished reading The Hobbit this morning, and I'm leafing my way through The Annotated Hobbit right now.]
Edward had been grateful when Star finally flitted off. There was still a strain there, in that. Her presence. Reminding him too much of the time in Rio. So there's that first. And then. Well. There's a little surprise for asking. People, instinctively give him (all of his kind) wide berth. But it's in a rather contained expression as Edward looked up from his reading.
Paused briefly, unshifted expression all the while, before he shook his head. Finding his manners. "No, it's fine."
It's not that he hasn't noticed that something is - strange - about the young Man. It's just that this is Milliways and one must accept a certain level of strangeness.
He takes a small sip of his wine, enjoying the fragrant steam wafting up from the mug.
As he sits there, he just might prove a little difficult to read. Not by design, just by nature.
The man himself is, different, as well. At least not in a painful way like some of the Gods and Higher Beings Edward has gotten very used to being around here, but still different. Not human. Or at least. Not human the way most people here, or back home, are.
Edward kept the hold on his book. Still up, still open, but he hadn't hidden behind it yet. "I don't believe we've met before."
Star brightened visibly, even as she stopped shuffling. Her hands and her cards fell into her very white skirts. "Watching," she said, cheerfully.
(And Edward Cullen, who was a vampire and did not have to move if he did not actually choose to, did not visible shift with the one word. Except, maybe, to people who are not quite people, a being doesn't have to actually shift irritably to be shifting irritably.)
Who isn't deigning to look from his book. Not to contradict a few different things there.
She turned over a card, showing it to her older brother. The Ace of Pentacle. It fit so very well, didn't it. Given all that had come and gone since Moon.
ooc: edward4th_survivedAugust 22 2011, 23:18:49 UTC
A young woman in a richly embroildered gown is sitting by herself near the fire, thinkining into a cup of tea. Her thoughts a constant focus on the christmas and New Year's celebrations at the English court. It should have been a happy time, but she can't get the thought of the king and his ailments out of her mind. The new queen Katherine's troubles also worry her.
Re: ooc: edward4th_survivedAugust 23 2011, 22:33:11 UTC
She can feel someone's eyes on her. One would've thought she'd gotten used to it by now: first the court were so many came to watch them eat, or attend an audience with the king, than with Milliways. Of course, with the former, she always found herself with the urge to look: always careful that someone may try to find something to critisize her on.
She looked up, not really seeing anything out of the ordinary (or as much as one would count the Bar as 'ordinary), when she caught the glimpse of a young man looking at her. Before she had a grasp of English, she had to learn how to read expressions to understand context of what they were saying. She couldn't really read this man's expression, but she could tell he was looking at her.
Re: ooc: edwardthemidnightsonAugust 25 2011, 23:43:50 UTC
Edward is good at that, sadly. Far too good. A studied, schooled expression decades in the making. "Well enough." Which might be answer, or response more than answer. "Yourself?"
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"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
Tall, regal, polite. Dressed in greys and white, with silver stars twinkling in his long, dark hair.
(ooc: slow as mud, hopes that is ok? As for whom - a vampire might be interesting.)
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Edward had been grateful when Star finally flitted off. There was still a strain there, in that. Her presence. Reminding him too much of the time in Rio. So there's that first. And then. Well. There's a little surprise for asking. People, instinctively give him (all of his kind) wide berth. But it's in a rather contained expression as Edward looked up from his reading.
Paused briefly, unshifted expression all the while, before he shook his head. Finding his manners. "No, it's fine."
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It's not that he hasn't noticed that something is - strange - about the young Man. It's just that this is Milliways and one must accept a certain level of strangeness.
He takes a small sip of his wine, enjoying the fragrant steam wafting up from the mug.
As he sits there, he just might prove a little difficult to read. Not by design, just by nature.
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Edward kept the hold on his book. Still up, still open, but he hadn't hidden behind it yet. "I don't believe we've met before."
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(And Edward Cullen, who was a vampire and did not have to move if he did not actually choose to, did not visible shift with the one word. Except, maybe, to people who are not quite people, a being doesn't have to actually shift irritably to be shifting irritably.)
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Who isn't deigning to look from his book.
Not to contradict a few different things there.
She turned over a card, showing it to her older brother.
The Ace of Pentacle. It fit so very well, didn't it.
Given all that had come and gone since Moon.
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Even if he is rather used to the worries of those here.
But it does bear a glance when certain details connect.
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She looked up, not really seeing anything out of the ordinary (or as much as one would count the Bar as 'ordinary), when she caught the glimpse of a young man looking at her. Before she had a grasp of English, she had to learn how to read expressions to understand context of what they were saying. She couldn't really read this man's expression, but she could tell he was looking at her.
"Are you well?" She asked.
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