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diva_myron in fiery_inception

Rains and Smiles

Feb 18, 2007 20:25

Date: Sunday, 18 February 2000
Time: Ten Thirty-Seven in the morn
Location: Myron's flat - Deirdre's flat - Da Grove
Characters Involved: Deirdre and Myron
Rating: PG-13 at most

( 'Knock-knock!' Myron accompanied himself, as he knocked on Deirdre's door, wet but happy )

status: complete, character: deirdre burke, character: myron wagtail

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deirdre_ivy February 19 2007, 07:44:53 UTC

Why anyone would brew two cups of tea at a time when one lived alone was quite beyond her. It seemed the epitome of excess, especially when one could--if one was indeed inclined to actually imbibe two cups of tea--just as easily reuse the the plants for the second mug when one finished the first. Then, there was the matter of dirtying two glasses. All in all, it seemed an unnecessarily decadent move. And worse, silly ( ... )

diva_myron February 21 2007, 18:11:52 UTC

"Surprises for darlings," Myron murmured with a slightly shy (but still a wide) smile, as he was ushered in by the faerie that had been dominating all his thoughts for quite some time now. Quite some time? How much is 'quite some time'?-- he thought with his accentuated British accent. Since the start of the eternal marathon, perhaps? Where the forerunner cannot really take a moment to relax and just run, run, run, and still run when they all die and roses are not blooming anymore. Let's, perhaps, not be going off on tangents now?

"You are a Legilimens, my dear!" he exclaimed, focusing on his hostess and following her into the insides of the house (he had been so many times to!). "I was ready to die for a mug of hot tea. Mmmm." Myron grinned lazily, eyes half-closed as he foretasted the sweet heat coursing through his veins and warming him up, completely-- even as he was already far too warm for his own liking in the presence of his friend. With the same grin lingering on his lips, Myron was already seating himself at the sofa with ( ... )

deirdre_ivy February 23 2007, 03:50:13 UTC

“If only that were so,” Deirdre offered, pressing a cobalt [heaven] mug of tea into his extraordinary hands before hurrying off. She murmured to herself: “...though I’m not sure that would make my job easier.” Then, she wasn't entirely sure what she had meant at all, and berated herself for opening her mouth in the first place [and then there was the passing remembrance of someone Loved-Dead!--for tea, of all things--and she was terrified and felt like crying]. Her face felt hot-Gods, what was she wearing ( ... )

diva_myron February 26 2007, 18:12:23 UTC

"I didn't know myself," Myron replied, turning back to look at Deirdre, and smiling almost apologetically-- except that he was not very sorry the idea had hit him in his head. Not in the slightest. For an indefinite moment silence had established its reign over the guest room, as Myron took his time to take in the sight of his dearest (the most dearest!) friend, appreciating every centimetre of her being. Although geometry never really worked with things like that. To him it would not have made any difference if Deirdre was dressed in the most exquisite of suits or in a casual t-shirt/jeans combination. It would not have mattered if she had her hair braided, or shaved off completely-- or dyed green with yellow polka dots: she would have been the same to him. A quiet piano melody in a room full of dignified solitude, the sound reverberating off the walls, as silver shadows waltz in slow-motion back and forth in the ghostly moonlight on a Friday afternoon. (Afternoon? Yes, afternoon - on Pluto ( ... )

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