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The Ultimate Devotion

Sep 19, 2009 16:09

WHO: Elizaveta, Roderich
WHEN: Early Saturday evening (september 19)
WHERE: Elizaveta's apartment
WHAT: Celebrating Roderich's safe return home. And, no, it's not a date. Totally.

( Devotion, luxury, chocolate! )

what are personal boundaries?, hungary, this is caketown!, status: complete, it's not what you think, awkwardness: i has it, i'm not copping a feel..., austria

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manlierthanyou September 20 2009, 02:09:52 UTC

Elizaveta had just finished dressing when she heard a loud buzz. "Szar!" she swore under her breath as she finished fastening a yellow flower to her hair. "I'll be right there!" she yelled, forgetting that Roderich obviously couldn't hear her from outside. She ran to the door, pausing when her shoe slipped off to fit it back on and smooth out her skirt nervously.

It was a old dress; her mother made her take it with her to America, and although Elizaveta had argued against it, she rather liked it. Orange with a black skirt and a white blouse, with flowers embroidered along the hem. In Hungary, she only wore it to traditional festivals, but it would have to do in this situation. Whatever this situation was.

Certainly not a date or anything, so why was she so nervous?

Laughing at herself for her foolishness, Elizaveta opened the door, only to be met by a bouquet of roses.

Huh.

A WILD HUNGARIAN HAS APPEARED! finally manlierthanyou September 30 2009, 02:53:40 UTC

A light blush once again dusted Elizaveta's cheeks at her guest's compliment, but she brushed off the words and shrugged sheepishly. "No, not really. It wasn't hard to manage at all." Of course, this was exactly opposite of the truth. Elizaveta wasn't especially talented in the kitchen, so an already difficult torte was made into an ordeal that lasted several hours. In fact, this was cake number three; the other two either having burnt while serving an extended stay in the oven or deflated (she still wasn't sure how that happened). However, just the fact that Roderich truthfully enjoyed what she made made the entire day completely worth it ( ... )

OOPS.... PREMATURE ENTER THERE. 8D notaustralian September 30 2009, 04:26:10 UTC

Elizaveta's sudden outburst caught Roderich completely off-guard. For a long moment after she spoke, the Austrian stared at his fork with stiff lips. Not quite knowing how to response, he lifted up and looked over at her. His silence, he hoped, had not upset her. After another much-too-long moment to still his breath, he put down the fork at last and gingerly slid his hand over to hold hers.

With the softest and most genuine smile he could manage, he said, "I don't understand why you would say that. You are a wonderful person, Elizaveta." Pause. He needed to brush up on his complimenting skill. He retracted his hand promptly, not wanting her to feel any more uncomfortable with the situation. "It'd be an honor to be your friend, and I am so blessed that you would choose me. If anything, I should thank you for wanting to befriend me."

He smiled at her again, hoping it would somehow make her smile as well.

"Please, don't apologize. I like being with you."

As friends, he neglected to mention.

DAMN MY CURRENT LACK OF LAPTOP. manlierthanyou September 30 2009, 15:27:17 UTC

Elizaveta did smile. Roderich might not have seen it, however, as her face was now buried into his neck as she hugged him tightly. "Szeretlek veled lenni," she repeated quietly, whispering it into his dark hair, not even caring that he possibly had no idea what she had just said. I like to be with you Funny how phrases in English mean much more in other languages. Of course, Elizaveta understood that he had not meant the usual Hungarian confession of love; he'd only meant it as friends. Still, it was nice to hear.

Curse my inability to understand Hungarian! notaustralian October 1 2009, 04:18:41 UTC

Roderich softened up and kept a gentle hand on Elizaveta's waist. He wondered why she was being so emotional over being his friend with him. He honestly did thought she was a wonderful person and how could someone like Elizaveta not have friends?

He gave a pat on the back, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable as well as signaling for her to sit up. But when Elizaveta didn't let go, Roderich could only smile to himself.

An idea struck him.

"I'd like to take you out for dinner someday," he suggested, "seeing as how you spent your day baking for me." He pushed her off him gently, hands on her shoulders. "Would you like that?"

Youtube is a beautiful place. Rodi should hit that shit up. manlierthanyou October 1 2009, 14:47:13 UTC

Elizaveta felt herself being gently pushed off, but after Roderich's invitation, she really didn't mind. "Dinner? With me?" Like a date? her mind finished, but she did not mention that out loud. If anything, it was a dinner date between friends, so shut up brain.

"I'd love to," she accepted softly, smiling dreamily into her guest's violet eyes. Such a lovely face he had, and so close to her's, too. And hair, with that piece that seemed to eternally stick up out of place, the colour of rich, black coffee. Coffee...

She gasped. "I forgot the coffee!" she cried, then jumped up and spinned around in one movement, then ran to the counter to check on her brew. "Eh, it seems okay," she said, sniffing the pot. "You finish your cake; I'll make the poor woman's answer to Einspaenner." As she had said this, she had reached into the fridge and pulled out a can of Reddi Whip. She gazed semi-despairingly at it, but then imagined Roderich's soft, honest smile and reassuring words. Then she imagined that coupled with his hand on her breast. Well, ( ... )

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