As soon as Ali could get away from the festivities in Boston, she Pinpointed to her home in Betäuben. She double-checked everything in the room, laying and lighting a fire, taking the paper from the windows and the sign from the door, then called Jas. She didn't linger on the phone long, simply saying "Come home if you want your presents, love,"
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Some men might have hesitated at the slightly open door: not this one. He stalks straight in, flinging the door wide -
- and stops, arrested in mid-stride by the sight of the harpsichord. His eyes widen, slightly, eyebrows hiking in surprise as he turns, taking in the room as a whole. The room is the gift, and what a gift! It has everything that he could have wanted in it, all of fine, nay luxurious quality - and, of course, a triumphant-looking Ali sat in it, watching him*
You...
*He seems lost for words for a moment, running his hand over the harpsichord, and his voice is edged with wonder, a very rare thing for him*
...my dear Ali, you have outdone
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"Thank you. It's the least you deserve, my love."
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It is... *he turns a genuine smile on her, a smile that not only shows his teeth but reaches the usually cold colour of his eyes*
...wonderful. Thankyou.
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After a pause, she adds, "Is this an okay reason to not entirely keep my promise?"
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...hmmm? Promise?
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*She'll be disappointed if she's looking for presents concealed on his person. They're too big to fit into his pockets, and are in fact in a bag which he left at the foot of the stairs on his way in*
Now I am more certain than ever that any gift I give you cannot possibly compare.
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"You love me. There is no better gift than that." She steals a kiss, smiling up at him. "Please believe that."
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You, I think I will always believe...
*And from possibly the multiverse's most paranoid man, this is quite an admission. He looks down at her, raising an eyebrow*
Then I suppose I will not have to walk all the way back downstairs to fetch such paltry physical gifts as I have brought with me, hmm?
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What you need and what you should by all rights have, my Ali, can be two very different things.
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But it's supposed to be a happy day, so she swallows the lump forming in her throat and nods. "I'm sure I can do that."
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How very generous of you.
*his hand strokes once at her hair before he steps away and goes to retrieve said bag. It doesn't take long: and it's a fairly sizeable brown leather bag, stretched tight over what seems to be a pair of rectangular shapes of differing sizes*
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"For me?"
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