Captain Shakespeare hasn't visited the Inn in far too long, he decides. It is good to be back. He's at a nearby table, pouring himself some hot apple chai (tea), listening to Beethoven.
He stands when the lady enters the room.
"M'lady, is this your first time in the Inn? Do not be alarmed. Come, sit. Join me for hot chai direct from the currents of Asia. It's sure to warm you right up."
She's a little unsure of the man who rises at her enterance but she doesn't see much other choice since the door she just entered from has faded and now only leaves wall in it's wake.
"Thank you," she says as she offers a hand and a slight smile to the man. She's almost forgotten what it's like to be greeted by someone other than reporters who gather around her, barkign questions about her late husband.
"You're very kind," she says as he takes the offered seat and brings the tea close, although not actually drinking from it.
Captain Shakespeare takes her hand, bows his head, and presses a quick kiss to the top of it. He pulls away, sitting once she's settled in, and nods.
"It is." He nods, taking a delicate sip from the cup. His pinkie out. "An Inn between worlds. Best described by using the term magic, but not even that quite fits it."
She's a little skeptical but decides to sip at the tea anyway. WHat as she got to lose?
She's surprised that it actually tastes very much like tea, good tea t that.
"Magical..." She remembers when she believed in magic, when she thought that anything could happen. Now all she can do is shake her head and laugh, a soft bitter sound.
"I'm not sure if I believe it's magical but it is impressive."
He gives her a smile that's more reassuring then it looks. "We're an an Inn. I am afraid that's all I can tell you."
He looks her over, as he would do with any new arrival. As far as he can tell, she is no threat to him, but he remains wary. He has learned his lesson about this place. Appearances can be deceiving.
His smile makes her shudder, is too familiar for comfort. She knows who he looks like, she just won't admit it, refuses to.
"I...Thank you." She's taking a few steps back. In her mind she says she can do this, that it's just a strange, sick coincidence but her heart says otherwise, her heart says that it's him.
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He stands when the lady enters the room.
"M'lady, is this your first time in the Inn? Do not be alarmed. Come, sit. Join me for hot chai direct from the currents of Asia. It's sure to warm you right up."
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"Thank you," she says as she offers a hand and a slight smile to the man. She's almost forgotten what it's like to be greeted by someone other than reporters who gather around her, barkign questions about her late husband.
"You're very kind," she says as he takes the offered seat and brings the tea close, although not actually drinking from it.
"This is an inn?"
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"It is." He nods, taking a delicate sip from the cup. His pinkie out. "An Inn between worlds. Best described by using the term magic, but not even that quite fits it."
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She's surprised that it actually tastes very much like tea, good tea t that.
"Magical..." She remembers when she believed in magic, when she thought that anything could happen. Now all she can do is shake her head and laugh, a soft bitter sound.
"I'm not sure if I believe it's magical but it is impressive."
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She pulls the blanket even tighter, feeling rather exposed in front of the stranger. "May I ask where 'here' actually is?"
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He looks her over, as he would do with any new arrival. As far as he can tell, she is no threat to him, but he remains wary. He has learned his lesson about this place. Appearances can be deceiving.
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"I...Thank you." She's taking a few steps back. In her mind she says she can do this, that it's just a strange, sick coincidence but her heart says otherwise, her heart says that it's him.
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