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Post by Anya Genesis on Aug 3, 2008 23:26:34 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ She wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. For two very good reasons - atleast in her mind they were good reasons. First off she spent all last night out partying. Of course she found a way to sneak away from her body guard Dimitri. Sometimes it was just far too easy. So the concequence of that choice was the fact she now had a heavy hang over. Which was visible in her eyes. That were currently covered by her sunglasses. The second reason was she had just finished a conversation with her mother. She hated her family with a burning passion. In fact, she would rather enjoy watching her family fall from grace. The whole time it will happen, she will laugh. Almost an insane laugh. She knew that made Julius and Abigail upset with her, but she learned not to speak to them on her feelings of the whole matter. On her feelings about anything pretty much. Anya grew up as the reject it seemed like. Sure, as a little girl she was the apple of her mother's eye. But as she got older - she became the puppy dog of the family. Cute and lovable as a puppy, but now that she was a grown dog her cuteness was completely gone. That was the sad truth of the whole matter.
Abigail had been here - as she had mentioned earlier - earlier talking to her. Telling her it wasn't safe to go places without Dimitri. And of course Anya with her heavy hangover had told Abigail to back off and let her live her life. She never meant to be so rude to her older sister; who was her idol. But sometimes you just didn't want to hear the usual lectors about how you should behave. She knew what she did with her life was the wrong thing to do. Drinking and smoking? Yeah, she had chosen the unhealthy things in life to do. Biting her lower lip gently, Anya stared at the cup of coffee held inbetween her small hands. She was already sitting at one of the tables out in the Canaletto deck. Which was in fact opened to the people of the city. Closing her eyes slowly, she felt her head thump a little bit once more. God she hated this pain that it always gave her. Then again she suffered from often migranes and such. Being an epileptic was never exactly fun. Especially when you're in a royal family that a lot of people want dead. Breathing in the clean air deeply, Anya let her dark brown eyes open once more. She hated mornings sometimes. Okay most of the time she did. It meant another day being followed around by her body guard who refused to break down and have a little fun. Which is all Anya wanted to do with her life. Then there was her siblings.
Abigail - the sweet innocent middle child. Rather the shadow of what her parent's wanted Anya to be. They loved Abigail but all their attention was of course on the son. With a lot of emphasis on the word 'the'. Abigail didn't want to get in trouble. She hated the feeling of getting caught doing something wrong and knew how bad that would look in the eyes of the people who lived in Chely. So there was not one day Anya would suggest doing something even remotely compromising her little goody-goody ways then they couldn't do it. Then there was Julius. The eldest sibling of theirs. But alas, he is a little more relaxed about that type of thing. Sadly he doesn't feel like hanging out with his dimpy little sister. No one in her family seemed like they wanted to spend time with her anymore. Maybe it was just all in her head. Maybe everyone always wanted to spend time with her she just wasn't aware of it yet. Whatever, she highly doubted that that was the case. She wasn't some insane person. She knew what she saw and heard was always going to be real. And there was never one moment her family asked if she wanted to hang out with them. She had to always be the one to ask if they wanted to spend time with her. Just how life went sometimes.
And now, her parents suddenly decided her life was endangered from God only knows what. No one was after her. She wasn't even in line for the throne. She was just kind of here. Dancing through life as best she could. So they had to go and have heart failure over her disease and her 'weak nature' and hired a body guard for her. That was complete bullshit. Dimitri was a nice - not to mention hot as hell - guy but she didn't need a body guard. She needed her freedom and friends. But no, that seemed to be too much to ask for lately. A shadow fell over her table and Anya let out a heavy sigh. Her hands still wrapped around her coffee as she said in a rather melancholy tone, "If it's Abbie, then I didn't steal your stupid comb. If it's Julius - I hid her comb under your bed. And Dimitris, what took you so long to find me? If anyone else - what do you want?" Yeah, she was a sweetheart. But then again aren't we all when we're hung over? [/blockquote] ________________________________________________ Status: open |
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Post by Dimitri Benois on Aug 4, 2008 1:30:41 GMT -5
can you keep a _ s e c r e t ?That little brat!
The moment he thought it, Dimitri instantly felt bad about it. She didn't deserve being called a brat, but she had to quit putting fun before her own safety. Dimitri couldn't remember how many times he'd told little miss Anya Genesis that her safety was his responsibility, and that as long as he wasn't safe in the least. The bodyguard huffed under his breath and slipped on his sunglasses as he left his room. Dark circles beneath his eyes made him look like something close to a zombie; he hadn't slept, worrying over where Anya was and with who. What if rebels had crashed the party she was at and recognized her? What if they'd taken her hostage, or even worse, killed her?!
Dimitri felt his heartbeat speeding up again at the mere thought and forced himself to take deep breaths. He'd gotten a call that Anya was spotted on the Conletto Porch. How careless! The porch wasn't very safe even with him present...Dimitri didn't even want to think of how unsafe it was with him on the opposite side of the building!
It was decided. Anya Genesis would be the cause of his premature death. He wouldn't die in a fight with the rebels, no. He would die from worrying over Anya's safety. Not only was it is job to protect her, but he also had feelings for her, which made him worry all the more.
He arrived at the Conletto Porch in about half the time it would have taken him if he'd walked normally. His hand was resting on the butt of his gun, and he scanned the tables for Anya as well as any threat to her that he could prevent. A young couple was sitting closer to her than he felt comfortable with, but he wouldn't do anything about it for now.
Dimitri shook his head and narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses as he stepped over to her table, stopping beside it. He loomed over her, trying to be imposing with his height and his broad shoulders. It probably wouldn't work on Anya, but he was upset enough to not care. He completely ignored her words,
"Miss Anya, may I ask where you have been for the past twelve hours?"
His voice wasn't the usual pleasant sound, but a little deeper due to his clenched jaw and the burst of anger he felt now that he'd found her.
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Post by Anya Genesis on Aug 4, 2008 15:52:18 GMT -5
Anya sighed, looking over at the large black wristband on her arm. Yeah, she had gotten hurt last night. How? Well, she was running around with someone she doesn't even remeber - and he had turned to grab her arm. And what she considers an accident; he cut her arm pretty badly with his arm bands. She didn't make a big deal about it...I mean, after all it wasn't a big deal to her. She still had her arm attached to her corso So instead of letting anyone see her injury - she covered it up with her little armband that was laying on the floor. It was unusual to wear jewelry at all though - so she knew someone was going to ask about it eventually. Of course she would just lie and say it was just from falling or tripping. But that was only if someone went to move it.
Anya frowned deeply as she realized she was out of coffee. Shit, there went her waker upper. Now she would have to figure out on what to do today. she would probably go back to her room and just sleep the whole time. Or the whole day was the correct statement at this point. She just didn't want to do anything to day. But unfortunately, she had a lot of things that she was forced to do today. Her mother forced her to take etiquette classes. To become more like her and her older sister. Like a lady. Yeah bullshit. There was no way Anya would ever be a proper lady. Due to many things weighing in against her. Sighing heavily, her long nails tapped against her cup as that shadow that we mentioned before came looming over her. Goddammit, she didn't want to deal with people. And of course with her luck it had to be Dimitri. Oh well it was better than Abigail coming back again to finish their agrument that they have started.
Parting her plump lips to say something (probably smartass like), Anya finally pushed her glasses up so they held her hair back out of her face. She frowned deeply, the disappointment showing on her face as she listened to his words. That wasn't Dimitri's usual tone with her. And it was apparent by the look on his face he wasn't messing around with her. Still holding the cup, Anya frowned deeply. She didn't like people being mad at her but she hated following rules. Yeah she was at a bit of a tight spot. The mere look on Dimitri's face made her sink a bit more into herself. Looking uncomfortable and even more worn out than before. This isn't fair, Anya complained in her thoughts. This really wasn't fair. All she wanted to do was have a normal life where there was no threat against her life ever made. But no, not in this life time. She had to deal with people wanting to kill her. And a bodyguard who refused to relax and have a little fun. What a splendid combination, huh?
Avoiding eye contact, Anya stared at the empty cup infront of her as she listened to him quietly. Okay so she couldn't let him know where she was. Or where she had been. So she decided instead of telling the truth she would just lie and make something up. But what should she make up? Alright, she got her idea now. "I was running some errands for Abbie." Running her fingers over her dark brown hair, she tried to look confident in her words. "Calm down. I wasn't hurt or anything." A little emphasis was put onto the word hurt. Oh the irony of that statement was ridiculous. As her mind began to recall that moment, her free hand went gently over the black wristband, her eyes glued on Dimitri now. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Dimitri Benois on Aug 5, 2008 2:41:30 GMT -5
Dimitri watched the emotions play over her features, and couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt through his anger. It couldn't be easy being born royal, with responsibilities and expectations. And it couldn't be fun to have a bodyguard following your every move, watching your every step. He sighed, releasing some of his anger with it. Being upset with her would solve nothing, he knew that from experience; he'd been with Anya for about four years now after all.
Dimitri reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His anger would solve nothing, it was useless. He was wasting the little energy he had left by being upset with her. Dimitri released another sigh then pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. He allowed himself to slump, resting his weight against the chair's back. If anyone were to question him, he'd say he was going for casual and relaxed rather than sleep deprived, exhausted.
He looked around the porch again before focusing on Anya once more. Dimitri parted his lips to say something else when she responded. She was lying, no doubt, but he didn't have the energy to force the truth out of her. Besides, he'd found her and she was safe now. Her last words caught his attention however, bringing him a little out of his tired state. Sharp eyes followed the movement of her hand as she touched the bracelet on her wrist. Bracelet? It was quite rare for Miss Anya to be wearing a bracelet. Dimitri wasn't sure if he could recall ever having seen her wear one. His eyes narrowed,
"You weren't hurt?"
Dimitri's own hand moved suddenly, taking a hold of hers. His grip was firm, but only enough for her to be unable to pull out of his grip. "Was this given to you as a gift?" What he wanted to do more than anything right now was to remove the damned thing, but he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate that...
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Post by Anya Genesis on Aug 5, 2008 15:48:03 GMT -5
At this point Anya felt sure that she was in the clear for last night. After how Dimitri had slumped down into that chair? Oh yeah, she was definately in the clear for this mess up of hers. Giving an inward smile, she reminded herself in her head to give herself a pat on the back later. She was just so amazing sometimes. It even amazed her, to be honest. As to how amazing she truly was at this sort of thing. But it felt weird, this was almost too easy to escape from. I mean, shouldn't he be super-dooper mad at her right now? Maybe the puppy face and the sudden sadness taht overcame her before had worked on him. After all, he just stroked the bridge of her nose. Which gave Anya a moment to bring down his anger completely. Tilting her head up after his hand, moving her head so his hand ran through her hair. As she did this motion, Anya made a sort of purring noise. Closing her eyes and making a soft smile as she did so. The girl was completely unaware of why he got so choked up whenever she did this. But whatever the reason it worked and she was pretty cool with it.
I mean, if it got her out of trouble she was glad he had whatever was in him stopping him from being mad at her. That wouldn't exactly work out in her favor I mean...Having an angry body guard seems like it would be a pretty bad thing? After all if you had a body guard who was mad at you at the moment he might not feel obligated to protect you. Sitting up straighter in the chair, Anya placed her hands gently back on the table - staring at Dimitri quietly for a moment. The silence was a little awkward but she was use to it by now. He'd follow her around everywhere being almost completely silent until she said something to him. But the silence always seemed to get to her. Anya just so happened to be lost in her thoughts, since he had gone so silent like he usually did. That is until he finally said something in reply to her statement about not being hurt. She nodded slowly, pulling her sunglasses off the top of her head gently for a moment - fluffing at her hair.
Anya's eyes went wide as Dimitri suddenly grabbed her injured arm. Doing her best to hide the sudden ache that ran over her arm; Anya pushed the sunglasses back over her eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly underneath them; more at the overwhelming pain than actually being mad at Dimitri for doing so. The girl didn't bother to attempt at pulling her arm away. She knew it would be no help at all since Dimitri was always going to be stronger than she was. That was just the way the world was going to work with her for now. Her fingers curled in, as if in reaction to the pain that seemed to be swelling up in her arm. God why did he have to hold her arm right where the scar was? "It's Abbie's. You can go ask her. In fact, right now would be a terrific time to do that." In other words that was her request for him to let go of her arm. She wouldn't be able to take this pain much longer. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Dimitri Benois on Aug 5, 2008 22:06:32 GMT -5
Dimitri watched her face, eyes intent, waiting for any reaction or change in expression that could give him a sign as to what she was thinking. Anya was most likely lying, but there was no way he could get the truth out of her unless she'd decide to tell him. This often made his job all the harder. An unintended sigh slipped past his lips, and he felt the weight of his exhaustion press down on his shoulders again.
'It's Abbie's. You can go ask her. In fact, right now would be a terrific time to do that.'
His suspicion perked up again and he sat up a little straighter, keeping his hand wrapped around her wrist. He was tired enough to ignore the tone in her voice, as well as the fact that he was touching her, skin to skin. Had he been in his right mind, Dimitri would have never touched her intentionally for this long. As it was, he wasn't moving his hand until he got something close to a truthful answer.
"Not meaning to be rude, but since when do you wear Miss Abigail's jewelery?"
He truly wasn't trying to offend her, but it was his job and responsibility to take care of her. Of something had happened in relation to her safety, Dimitri would want to know about it in detail.
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Post by Anya Genesis on Aug 5, 2008 22:27:36 GMT -5
Anya was rather sick of this. She was too hung over to fight back, and she knew if she stood up right now she'd probably fall over dead tired. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. Wait, no. That never worked out for her like that. Stupid epilepcy. Even the slightest hit to the head knocked her out cold for hours. So making a fake fall then protecting her head would look very fake to her. And probably to someone as intelligent as Dimitri. Frowning deeply, Anya looked down at her lap for a moment as she went silent. Though her eyes shot up once again as Dimitri asked her since when she wore her sister's jewelry. Parting her playful lips, Anya realized he had her. She was clueless as to what to say to cover it up any longer. For some reason he always knew how to make her go blank in the head.
So what should she do? Staying completely silent with her mouth agape would seem rather suspicious. Sighing heavily, Anya just gave up. She reached out her free hand, pulling off the black wrist band from her arm. Revealing the rather large scar that had already been stitched up by one of the servant's at the house. "I just tripped and fell. Don't go freaking out over it." The air felt a little better on it but still, Dimitri's grip on her arm was causing the bruises near it to hurt a bit. She wasn't going to complain though. It wasn't in Anya's personality to complain when in pain or sick. The only way you usually found out about that sort of thing was if she could barely get up because the feeling was so overwhelming. Which happened often to her. She wasn't really suppose to drink because of her epilepcy, but she still did. In very minimul doses. About one and a half drinks could get her completely worn and anymore than that in one night could prove to be the end of her life.
At this moment though, the end of her life might be caused by Dimitri. She scrunched up a bit as she mumbled, "...Sorry?" Yeah like that would solve everything. [/blockquote] |
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