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[Jun. 7th, 2010|04:13 pm] |
*is pretty pleased with Tilion's progress on-track this season and has been kept so busy that she hasn't had time to think about his progress off-track, so to speak*
*doesn't really realise that her tendency only to contact Tilion about business matters might confuse the poor Maia but, on a rare free weekend, decides to call over to Tilion's apartment with a bottle of wine and maybe some paperwork, relating to a few endorsement deals* *at least makes the effort to dress sexy nice* *has just closed her front door when she sees that Summer is leaving Tilion's apartment* *!!*
*walks over to her and calls out chipperly* Isn't it past your bedtime? |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|06:10 pm] |
*arrives back at the apartment complex in Delving after a fulfilling-and-full day of work (or getting in fights with other driver's managers)*
*sits in the car for a few moments, finishing off a final, if rather restrained, argument with Clint's manager* *is good enough at her job to emerge victorious and with the promise of a public apology*
*swings her car open and is about to step out when she hears an unexpected oof* |
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|12:07 am] |
*arranges to meet Tilion at his apartment for a business meeting over coffee* *is in her element again, with the racing season due to reason in the next couple of weeks and her client showing no ill effects from his recent trauma (except for that near-implacable cool which is generally nore intriguing than annoying)*
*idly supposes that this interest in their new, preppy, sunshine-y neighbour is mildly irritating but doesn't think that it is amounting to anything* *not that she'd care if it did, obviously*
*with an element of cheeriness in her voice that has, of late, been present more often in connection with Tilion, calls through his door* *can't knock because she is carrying two takeaway coffee cups* Tilion? You about? Uh, quickly? Your frappucino's about to become an extra-hot cappucino! |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|03:55 pm] |
*materializes inside his Menegroth apartment—in the kitchen, in fact—just as though he's coming home from a longish day*
*flips on the lights and automatically walks over to the coffeepot, because he thinks he should* *is occupying himself with looking at the way the light bounces off the shiny carafe when he catches sight of his reflection in it (the faint burn scars he crafted, again, for no specific reason but because he thought he should)*
*decides he doesn't want coffee after all, instead pouring himself a glass of cold water* *very calmly takes this into the living room (turning the lights on here as well) and sits on the sofa, watching the glass sweat on the coffee table and thinking of absolutely nothing* |
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[Jul. 12th, 2009|02:38 pm] |
*returns to Delving, as per Salmar's inadvertent advice*
*decides to adopt a watch-and-wait tactic at first but lasts about a day (just because she's Immortal doesn't mean that time doesn't drag)* *spends about half her time at Tilion's, just in case he decides to re-embody there, but dashes back to her own apartment, in case he calls there*
*after a couple of days of this, thinks that she needs to be more pro-active* *doesn't suppose that putting out flyers with a picture of Tilion and the word MISSING: Maia; answers to the name of 'Tilion', very friendly and house-trained! will help at all* *doesn't entirely discount it as an option, though*
*sits in her own apartment, drumming her fingers on the arm of the couch* C'mon, Tilion. It's nearly been a month. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
*shortly before she's scheduled to fly back to Ossiriand, goes by Arien's condo to drop off a book she'd borrowed (and to say goodbye)*
*thinks there's something odd about Arien's little front lawn before she recognizes the pattern in the flowers strewn across the grass*
*and then she does recognize it, and the blossoms are moonflowers and they spell out "I'M SORRY"*
*sighs, crosses the courtyard to Tilion's, and knocks firmly on his door* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|05:24 pm] |
*after a busy day working, which included a highly entertaining working lunch, does something she should have done quite some time ago*
*calls over to Tilion's apartment and rings the doorbell* |
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[Apr. 6th, 2008|07:46 pm] |
*after a rather pleasant day spent with Idril, makes her way across Delving to Tilion's appartment*
*lets herself in and makes herself a cup of camomile tea*
*goes into the living room and sinks onto the couch, closing her eyes and sighing with contentment* |
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[Feb. 8th, 2008|02:48 pm] |
*leaves his precious city in Írissë's hands* *eru, that sounds scary*
*helicoptors to Delving, intent on making things right*
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*decides he can put all that confrontation off for just a bit*
*instead heads for the address he stole his sister gave him*
*just loves meeting new family!* |
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bitchy
busy
weird
anxious, DAMNIT
amused
predatory