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I want to do a D*C post but it's like I can't even wrap my brain around the amazing weekend I had so it's still all settling in my mind. I will tease you with this: the highlight of my weekend was Tricia Helfer, model extraordinaire and quite literally the most beautiful woman on the planet, told me I was prettyInstead, I am shamelessly stealing
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She walked down the stairs, her head held high. She had a diamond necklace that John had arranged for her to borrow around her neck, and three diamond hairpins holding back some of her platinum curls. She smiled wider when she reached the bottom safely, and before taking John's elbow, she gave an exaggerated curtsy, much to the delight of the crowd.
"Charming, charming," John said as he linked her gloved forearm with his own. "Don't go overboard."
"They liked it," Caprica protested, trying not to sound hurt. John had a way of saying things so that they cut her to the bone.
"You want to be cute, but not too cute. You're not here for comedy, you're here to make them love you."
Caprica didn't necessarily see the two as mutually exclusive, but she didn't want to argue with John, not tonight.
He led her to a cluster of people who were fawning over a handsome, dark-haired man. "Caprica Sexton," he said, releasing her arm, "this is Gaius Baltar. He's an executive producer at Kobol."
Gaius Baltar took her hand and looked right into her eyes. "Enchanted, Miss Sexton."
Light-headed, Caprica managed to squeeze his fingers. "The pleasure's all mine."
John and the others seemed to disperse into thin air as Caprica assessed the man John felt was important enough for her to meet first this evening. He was impeccably dressed, with fine, patrician features, and though he was shorter than she was, he seemed not to care at all. At her height, Caprica had dealt with men's insecurities for years and had a sense for them- this man had none at all.
"Are you enjoying the party, Mr Baltar?" Caprica asked, as Mr Baltar turned to grab two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Do call me Gaius," he replied, passing her the glass, his fingers brushing against hers. "And the better question is, are you enjoying it, Miss Sexton? It is in your honor.”
Caprica blushed. “Very much... Gaius.” She took a sip of her champagne and glanced around the room, hoping to hide how much she was enjoying his company. “If we’re dropping formalities, you may call me Caprica.”
He repeated her name as he looked at her, and then nodded. “It suits you.”
“My name?” she asked in surprise. It had always been thought of as strange and nearly off-putting in the classroom.
“It brings to mind luxury, and that is what you mean to convey. It’s why our business thrives. No one wants an ordinary girl up there on the screen.”
It was hard to remember that Caprica herself wasn’t an ordinary girl, but she supposed that ordinary girls weren’t attending parties in their honor tonight, wearing diamonds and furs and meeting fascinating and important people. She was a long way from her farm back in Wisconsin.
Gaius talked to her more about the industry- vague, sweeping thoughts about where it was headed, and Caprica’s place in it- and then asked, “Would you like to go someplace quieter?”
Not too many boys had ever built up the nerve to ask her that, and Caprica realized that being around Gaius gave her a pleasant buzz of happiness, more than champagne alone. She knew that John would be looking for her if she was gone too long, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to sit and talk with Gaius. “Yes, please.”
The night air was cool and pleasant and scented with gardenias. Gaius took her hand and led her to the edge of the garden, where it dropped off in a sheer cliff and the water crashed against the rocks and sand beneath. The moonlight bounced off the waves and her diamonds, and when she turned back to Gaius, her face alight with wonder, he kissed her long and hard. His hands at her back were both desperate and reverent, and there was something in her that knew that despite the personal agony it caused to pull away, it would be better if she did.
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“Depriving you,” she teased, and John’s words “you’re not here for comedy” rang in her ears in the seconds it took Gaius to react. At first she wasn’t sure if he was angry, but to her relief he smiled.
“That’s for sure.” He sounded almost amazed, like no one had ever thought to leave him wanting more before, and Caprica suddenly felt very powerful.
“I need to fix my lipstick,” she told him, stepping back and guiding his hands back to his sides. “And you might want to freshen up as well.”
“And then what?” He sounded impatient, but not with her- because of her.
“Then we’ll dance,” she answered, tilting her head just like she did for her head shot, “Because it’s my party, and I want to.”
“It is yours,” he agreed, and flashed a rakish smile that left Caprica weak in the knees and regretting her decision to pull away. He motioned her ahead of him, and when Caprica saw her lips kissed clean of color in the bathroom mirror she felt exhilarated
The band leader noticed when she returned to the room, perfectly made up, and he abruptly stopped the song the band had been playing to start the theme of her new film, and John was looking at her like he was angry but before he could reach her Gaius was holding out his arms and asking her to dance, and everything was perfect once more.
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Also HER FARM.
"They liked it," Caprica protested, trying not to sound hurt. John had a way of saying things so that they cut her to the bone.
YOU LEAVE HER ALONE, RUDE AU!MANAGER CAVIL.
This brings me so much stylish joy.
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They are so stylish it is actually out of hand. I kept looking up pictures of Marion Davies and Jean Harlow and I keep picturing them sailing together? Whatevs, it's awesome. DO THIS MEME GAME OF CYLONS.
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