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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-14 13:52:00

Entry tags:

character: chris summers, character: pandora montgomery

RP: Sunday Brunch in Paris
Who: Dora and Chris

What: Brunch

Where: Paris, France

When: Sunday December 14

Rating: SFW, will change it changes

Pandora sipped at her strong dark coffee, hands wrapped around the mug. A small smile played around her lips as she glanced around. She felt more relaxed than she had in quite a while, especially after that rather too-public melt down she’d had at the gallery. She knew word of it hadn’t really gotten around – Orla had saved her from that – but she knew. Besides, things had been rougher since then, sleep and work-wise. She’d put all her energy into training with Richard, and her work, socializing a little less than normal and pretending things were fine.

Tristan knew the truth, though. They both had their nightmares, and the couch had seen much of the two late in the night, being quietly comforting.

But she’d felt more relaxed, being away from England. Being amidst friends and not working twelve to sixteen hours a day to keep herself busy. Shopping with Millicent and hanging out; hanging out with Chris; exploring Paris again on her own when she wasn’t with anyone else. It was just the distraction she’d needed, and she didn’t even let uncertainties plague her thoughts for now. Those would come back soon enough.

Though she still kept her Mark glamoured or covered when around Chris. It wasn’t something she was ready to drop just yet.

Her eyes finished their sweep of the room – both for pleasure and automatic for danger, something she didn’t lose even here – and landed back on her companion. She gave him a smile over the rim of her mug. “So how are you enjoying Paris?” she asked.

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pandacharms
2014-12-17 02:53 am UTC (link)

"I've traveled a lot in Europe, a bit as a kid, and a bit these last few years on rhe dueling circuit'. The best of it is around Europe," she told him. "Paris here, she and I are old friends. We came here on family vacations growing up." She sipped her coffee idly. Lots of memories, but none of them thr hard ones like back home. "That would be nice sometime. I've always enjoyed travel."

She still boggled that most of his family were muggle. It was as foreign to her as ... well she didn't really know what. Dora grinned slowly at him, tilting her head in consideration."Welllll," she drawled. "Tell me what kind of girl she is, and i think i could help you out. I might not be thirteen anymore, but I'm not so old as I've forgotten it either."

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