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——→ Elliot Brenton (alloveragain) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-10-16 17:25:00

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elliot brenton, theora

Wednesday: February 13, 2008
Who: Elliot & Theora
When: Lunchtime
Where: The Café
What: Elliot makes a fool out of himself

Waiting tables was exciting for Elliot under the pressure of an escaped convict. Elliot heard rumors from table to table. He delivered a coffee and pastries to a woman animatedly conversing with friends on the subject of how the victims died. Punctured, drained of all their blood and hung on hooks. Elliot blanched, thoroughly grossed out. Texas Chainsaw Massacre much?

Then he served club sandwiches to a couple discussing a frame job. The murderer made it look like a vampire committed the crimes. Someone else got arrested. It explained the puncturing rumor. Elliot tried to stop his mouth from shooting off but he had to say something. He leaned over their table, innocently curious.

“Do they know why he framed it on a vampire?”

The woman beckoned him closer. “They say he hates vampires. Absolutely despises them. I think he’s vampirist. You know like racist but with vampires.”

“Ah.” Elliot nodded. What a load of crock.

He left the couple, looked for a new customer. Elliot tapped his pencil to his chin. Then he spotted her. A tall graceful statue of a goddess strolling into his café. Elliot looked up and mouthed ‘thank you’ to the powers watching over him. He made a beeline for her table, pencil and notepad ready.

“Hi,” said Elliot. He wore his best inviting smile, used his best sultry voice. “How may I be of service today?” He made a finger gun at her. “For you?”

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elunesgrace
2009-10-17 03:37 am UTC (link)

The events of late had put Theora into a more somber mood than usual. Dante's escape, and kidnapping of not one, but two women from Helicharis had put the have in a tizzy, and the Council was trying their best to calm the worries of the citizens. It wasn't an easy task, not even for people with as much experience as the Council, but it had to be done. Fears had to be quelled, and search parties had to be organized. There was no time to waste, and the longer they took the less chance they had to find the lycanthrope and the girls.

The priestess's was also preoccupied with the upcoming ordination ceremony for the next High Priestess. The time had come for Theora to step down from her position, and to live her rest of her days without the immense responsibilities. Her powers remained, as with every High Priestess before her, but she would have the chance to live her life for herself instead of others. There was much she had to prepare, but it would have to wait until Dante was apprehended.

Theora found an empty table at the café, and took a seat. The priestess turned to gaze out the window, and though she seemed to be lost in thought she was quite aware of someone approaching her. She turned toward the person when they arrived, and smiled when he spoke.

"Hello," she said. The young man seemed eager to take her order, and she did not want to keep him waiting for very long as she made a decision. "I would very much appreciate it if you brought me a cup of mint tea, and perhaps some cookies." She looked at him with big, almost childlike eyes, and her lips were parted slightly before she spoke. "I believe the kind that I am most familiar with are referred to as chocolate chip."

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alloveragain
2009-10-17 08:42 pm UTC (link)

Elliot was enthralled. Elliot was enthralled a lot, but this time it was different. Well it was different every time, but this time it was special. Because she was hot. He spent more time staring at her shiny curls than paying attention to her order. How did she get her hair so glossy? It blazed red under the light. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Elliot resisted the urge to touch it.

“Hm?” Elliot snapped back to reality at ‘chocolate chip’. His pencil furiously scribbled across the notepad. “Chocolate chip. Good choice.”

Elliot crouched and sidled closer. All for the sake of getting a chance to touch the goddess. Their arms brushed and Elliot smiled. His teeth dug into his bottom lip.

“Would you like extra chips on your cookies?” Elliot used a low voice for wooing and not taking orders. He even talked slow. “And…do you prefer milk chocolate or dark chocolate? We have both.” His pencil was poised and ready.

“For your tea, pure mint or green?”

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elunesgrace
2009-10-18 01:58 am UTC (link)

The touch of arms was not lost on the priestess. She was aware of most things that were going on around her though she did not have to see them directly. It was an Elven trait, heightened senses on all fronts. The touch did not bother her, and she turned her head to look directly at her waiter. Their faces were very close, but that did not bother Theora. It was natural, and comfortable, and she gazed into the boy's eyes steadily. She was not the type to turn away, and giggle from eye contact like other girls. No blush (apart from her normal, rosy glow) was going to appear on her cheeks from their close proximity.

"Extra chips? Milk or dark?" She blinked and smiled. "You can decide for me. I would be most pleased with a normal cookie, but if you think I would enjoy a special one then I would be happy with that as well. And pure mint tea would be perfect. Thank you."

Theora smiled again, and turned away once she was done with her order. She became lost in her thoughts. She brought her hands together in front of her, and rested her chin upon them in deep contemplation.

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alloveragain
2009-10-20 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Elliot liked this lady. She didn’t say anything about their arms. She also didn’t laugh, smile or look away. She looked right into his eyes. No doubt about it. She was gorgeous. Elliot stared for a long time at her eyes. He was like a puppy falling in face first. Her eyes were so… green. Elliot could stare at them all day.

He forgot about smiling or looking pretty for appearance sake. His expression turned googly-eyed under her gaze. Elliot wanted to lean forward and smell her but he’d be fired so quick that he held back. Elliot cleared his throat and straightened his back.

She wanted him to choose for her? Elliot charmingly grinned at her.

“I think a special lady like you should have special cookies, so I’ll fix you up with dark chocolate chip cookies to go with your mint tea.” He winked at her. He didn’t need to write down her order. He’d remember it. How could he forget this glorious creature or anything she said? That’s right. He wouldn’t. Elliot needed to get her name too. But it could wait until he got back.

He hurried off to collect her cookies and tea and came back with both on a silver tray. Elliot laid it on her table. He smiled proudly. “Your order, madam.”

Elliot grabbed a chair and swung it around to sit down on it backwards. Spontaneous, but he was a man on a mission. He folded his arms over the chair. “So… what’s your name? I’m Elliot,” he pressed a hand to his chest. He held it out to her.

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elunesgrace
2009-10-21 05:19 am UTC (link)

The only thing Theora noticed about the young man was a slight change in his energy. It became excited, and happy for some reason unknown to the priestess, but she did not question it out loud. She simply smiled at him as he continued to stare at her, and she was completely oblivious to the thoughts running around in his mind. Not that it mattered; she would continue to gaze at him for at long as he did to her.

His words drew forth a smile as did his wink. It lasted for as long as he was in her presence, but the moment he disappeared to retrieve her order Theora had fallen back into her thoughts. Her waiter was gone for several minutes before he returned with both her cookies, and her tea. She smiled when he laid them out for her, and was quite surprised when he pulled up a chair to join her. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

She watched him carefully, her head tilted at an angle as he straddled the chair to sit on it backwards. Another smile graced her features when he introduced himself, and she accepted his hand. Handshakes were not used in Elven greetings, but Theora had become accustomed to them through her many interactions with humans. "I am Theora," she said with a slight bow of her hand. "I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance, Elliot. I do not recall seeing you here prior to today. Have you only just begun, or have we just not had the good fortune to meet until today?"

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alloveragain
2009-10-22 08:27 pm UTC (link)

I am never washing this hand again, Elliot thought when she took his hand. It’d be short lived thought. He’d wash it after a few days. Maybe. She was soft to the touch and Elliot laid his other hand on her wrist. He brought it closer and dropped a kiss to the top of her hand. Elliot never broke eye contact. He didn’t stop smiling either.

“Mademoiselle Theora…” His eyes twinkled. Elliot returned her hand to her.

He was determined to get her to agree to a date. Before her tea was gone too. If he let her walk away he’d miss a shot of a lifetime. How often did he meet women as graceful and elegant as this creature with a face to die for and a body to kill for? Elliot absentmindedly tried to count. He came up empty.

His smile turned sly. In his excitement he drummed palms against his thighs.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting until today.” Elliot cut out his childish slapping and brought both hands to his chest. The look on his face was sincere but purposeful. “Which breaks my heart because you are just gorgeous to look at. I mean beautiful, just beautiful.” Elliot reached out for her hand to touch it. It also let him lean in close. Nice.

“That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it? I apologize if it does.… I just… I had to say something.” Like a puppy. How could she resist?

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elunesgrace
2009-10-26 05:54 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you speak French!" Theora always liked to speak in another language when she had the chance, and with Elliot's response to her she assumed that the boy spoke the language. She smiled brightly at him, and leaned forward a little more. Eye contact was constant, and she had grabbed onto his hand again. "Did you study it in school? Have you ever been to France," she asked in French hoping to speak the foreign language with the boy.

Theora had no idea of Elliot's plan to ask her on a date, and she did not gather as much from the boy's actions. Many people in the past had acted in such a manner around the Elven priestess, and though she was familiar with the rules of courtship she did not pay attention to them when they were directed toward her.

Elliot's words brought forth a sweet smile, but she did not blush in response to them. They were merely words, and they did not make her uncomfortable in the least. "It does not make me uncomfortable at all. I appreciate your candor with me, and I thank you very much for the compliment," she said while allowing him to hold her hand once more. If Theora noticed anything it was the fact that this young man was not afraid to break the physical boundary between them. Touch, for her, as well as for Elliot it seemed, was natural.

"And you are handsome as well." The priestess believed that compliments should be returned, and such was the reason for her words. There was no romantic intention behind it, and she did not think that Elliot would think there were. She was truthful in her own way especially since she believed that all creatures were beautiful.

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alloveragain
2009-10-28 05:30 pm UTC (link)

Elliot didn’t know a word of French. It didn’t kill his dreamy smile. Theora looked at him in a way to make Elliot swear he fell in love right then and there. She took his hand and spoke French. The language was ten times striking coming out of her mouth. Elliot grinned. He bet anything turned to pure gold in her mouth.

“I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds beautiful,” Elliot told her. He sounded breathless. He was grinning like a fool too. She was a masterpiece. He wondered if she’d talk French in bed. Elliot mentally slapped his head for having the thought.

“I don’t know French,” said Elliot. “I just know the word ‘mademoiselle’ and ‘monsieur.’ Er, words.” He chuckled lowly. Elliot aimed a sultry look at her from the corner of his eyes.

Sweet! Elliot cried in his mind. She was flattered by his compliment. She also let him hold her hand again. There was no way he was giving this up. Far as he was concerned he was in. Her acknowledgment that he was handsome was the cherry on top. Elliot knew then he could go for the date without a problem.

“I would like to ask you out on a date, Theora. Would you care to join me?”

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elunesgrace
2009-10-29 04:01 am UTC (link)

There wasn't any disappointment in Theora's demeanor when Elliot revealed that he did not speak French, nor did he understand a word that Theora had just spoken. She appreciated his honesty, but his sultry gaze was lost on her entirely, and she didn't even notice it. Theora smiled at Elliot regardless, and nodded in understanding. "I am sorry for assuming that you could," she said. "It is not a difficult language to speak, and if you would like I could teach you sometime." If Elliot was willing to learn then Theora was more than willing to teach him.

Theora did not mind Elliot holding her hand since it all seemed very innocent. She was familiar with the rules of courtship, but she was always most oblivious to those rules when she was directly involved. Still, she watched Elliot carefully, and her expression remained neutral when he asked her for a date. She blinked at him, and tilted her head to the side. She was curious as to what prompted his question, but she answered it without any further reservation.

"An outing? At this moment?" She shook her head. "I am sorry, but I am afraid that I simply cannot accompany you for an outing right now." She looked out the window at one of the large clocks, and sighed. She had things to attend to, and she had spent too much time in the café already. Theora slipped her hand from his slowly, and offered him a smile. "I must return to my duties now, Elliot," she said. "Thank you very much for spending time with me this afternoon. I hope to be fortunate enough to see you again." Theora stood to her feet, and stepped away from her chair. She would have liked to spend more time speaking with the young man, but the situation with Dante called her to action, and she could not ignore it.

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alloveragain
2009-11-03 06:44 pm UTC (link)

Elliot was willing to learn French. How would he remember anything through a teacher like Theora? He’d be thinking about other things. Other French things. For example french kissing. What a fun pastime.

“I’d love to learn French from you,” said Elliot. His grin turned saucy. “And anything else you’d be willing to teach me.”

Theora looked older than him. He knew she was experienced, intelligent. Elliot hoped he didn’t ask for a date too soon. Theora was elegant, courteous and could crush him under her sole. Elliot was sure of it. He held his breath and waited. Either she was going to shoot him down, dodge it or say yes.

His face fell. Theora said no. Nicely too but Elliot was still crushed. His eyes lit up when he realized Theora didn’t outright say no. She said she couldn’t right now. That meant she could later.

Theora bid him farewell in the sweetest way Elliot had ever heard and he jumped up from his chair to follow her. No way was he letting her get away that easy.

“Theora, wait!” Elliot rushed to her side. “Later? How about later? You could come with me another day?”

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elunesgrace
2009-11-06 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Elliot had no idea just how many years Theora had over him, but age had little bearing on experience. She was a skilled priestess, and an excellent healer. She had experience in many areas, but courtship and being in a relationship was not one of them. It was one of the things that Theora had yet to go through in her life.

She was ready to leave the cafe with the hopes of seeing Elliot again sometime in the future. She would have liked to teach him French, or anything else he wished to learn, but now wasn't the right time for it. She had all but turned around when Elliot rushed to her side in urgency. "Later," she repeated. "Well I suppose later would be fine, but it would have to wait until after Dante Donovan has been apprehended," she explained. "That is of the utmost importance, not that you are not important, Elliot, because you are! But the lives of two young women depends upon it." Theora placed a hand upon his shoulder, and stared into his eyes. "Do not worry we will see one another again. I promise."

And then Theora leaned in to place a kiss upon Elliot's cheek. It was chaste, and pure, and meant as a blessing more than anything else, but how the boy took it would remain to be seen.

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alloveragain
2009-11-09 05:13 pm UTC (link)

She apprehended bad guys for a living? How hot was this chick, and could she get any hotter? Elliot grinned when she called him important. Outside it looked superficial. Inside Elliot was genuinely touched. She thought him important. They only met once. It was going to leave a lasting impression on Elliot.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” said Elliot. His flirty voice was gone. He was just a boy staring at a beautiful woman. Elliot was completely, and totally, enamored.

He expected to watch her walk away like a sad puppy dog. Instead she kissed his cheek. It shushed all thoughts out of Elliot’s head. She kissed him. On the cheek, yeah, but she kissed him. Hook, line and sinker. It was meant to be the other way around but it looked like Elliot bit off more than he could chew this time.

He wanted to win Theora over. It looked like Theora was winning him.

Elliot sadly watched her walk away. All he wanted to do was see her again and she wasn’t gone yet. Elliot touched his cheek where she kissed him. He smiled again and hoped to see her soon.

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