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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 14, 2016 1:38:01 GMT -5
Today was the day. She had set herself to it and with Nicolas' firm pushing and her therapist's gentle guidance she felt as ready as she could ever possibly be.
Lyra asked Julian to give her another cooking lesson, a guise to create an environment he would find comfortable as she pulled the emergency brake on their relationship. He agreed and Lyra pouted to herself as she took stock of how agreeable he had been with her as of late. He no longer argued that he couldn't give her the ever illusive "what she needed," whatever he thought that meant. She asked and he obliged.
Dr Nadeer pointed out how one sided that made their relationship. At first Lyra argued. Julian had been so withholding for so long, it was only fair that he shower her with attention now. But no, neither way was healthy Lyra saw that now, however begrudgingly.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 1:00:21 GMT -5
Julian didn't believe in therapists. He thought that they couldn't all be bad, but that wasn't the experience he had. If Lyra was getting help though, he was happy.
Truthfully he could have benefited from seeing a therapist himself if he didn't have such a personally terrible experience with them.
As for his relationship with Lyra, he had been overly accommodating and he was beginning to resent himself and her for being in this situation. Then he would feel guilty about blaming her for anything. It was a vicious cycle.
But none of that showed on his face. He wore a signet ring, charmed the way Lyra's jewelry had been, to appear carefree and confident.
He appeared on time as usual with a knock on the door and flowers in hand.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 1:08:20 GMT -5
Mimsy had been instructed to give them space, which the elf preferred as she didn't think it was proper that Lyra cooked her own meals, so it was Lyra who answered the door. She pulled the door open and leaned against the frame.
"One of these days you'll be late, and I swear the earth will simply stop," she said teasingly with a large smile. She pushed the door open further and spread her arm out, welcoming him inside as she leaned against the door frame.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 1:32:55 GMT -5
"Well according to my father being early is being on time, being on time is being late, and being late is simply rude." he smiled kissing her cheek and handing her the orchids before entering the room fully.
"Then my mother explained that arriving early is boorish to a lady who may require a few more minutes freshening up - not that that applies to you."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 1:41:53 GMT -5
Lyra was neither punctual nor chronically late. She fell somewhere in the middle but Julian had always been precisely on time. It stood out to her in the same way Nicolas' formalities stuck out. It was outside of her norm which drew her attention to it. Though, given the choice, she'd take Julian's timeliness over Nicolas' airs any day.
"Your mother sounds like a genius," she quipped before inhaling the scent of the flowers he had given her. Her smile faltered behind the bouquet as she realized this was likely the last flowers he'd give her for quite some time. She inhaled again before clearing her face of any sadness with a gentle sigh.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 1:46:47 GMT -5
He grinned, "She seems to think so." he replied.
She wasn't fast enough in concealing her sadness with a sigh, Julian worried further and stepped into action.
He smiled just a minute before taking her wrist and pulling her against his chest. Like a scene from one of the romantic movies they had watched using the magical projector Julian had obtained for her, he dipped her into the perfect romantic kiss.
When he pulled back he grinned slowly, "Hello gorgeous."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 1:59:15 GMT -5
His actions stole her breath and she looked lovingly into his eyes as he pulled back from their kiss. Her mouth widened into happy grin as she hung in his arms. He was absolutely perfect, even if it was an act he knew exactly what to do to chase away the demons.
"Hello handsome," she giggled in response. Her eye twinkled as she looked into his flawless face.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 2:10:23 GMT -5
He lingered for a minute before righting their positions, twirling her as he did so, until she was pressed against him her back against his chest.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, or purred rather, in her ear as he leaned his chin on her shoulder.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 2:28:27 GMT -5
Lyra's eyes shut instinctively as his breath warmed her neck. She raised her hand and set it on his cheek as she finally opened her eyes and looked back at him. She smothered an inappropriate response and said instead, "getting there. What's on the menu tonight?"
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 2:40:48 GMT -5
"Pizza." he said nibbling her ear with a laugh. It was a much simpler meal than coq au vin.
He spun away from her and set the pocket sized basket on the table. Like before, he used his wand to enlarge the basket before pulling out the necessary ingredients: dough, vegetables, meats, sauce, etc.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 2:57:55 GMT -5
"Finally," she said excitedly as she turned and followed after Julian to the kitchen. "Something I might actually be able to make!" She laughed as she came up behind him, looking over his shoulder as he unpacked his basket.
"Can I flip the dough in the air like the Italian chef did in that movie we watched?" she joked.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 3:23:15 GMT -5
Julian wanted to tease her about not bringing enough dough for her to learn, but he didn't have the heart. Instead he smiled and nudged her, "Can you?" he teased challenging her to try. He would conjure as much dough as it took until she learned or lost interest.
He continued to set things aside while he unpacked everything. When all the supplies he had brought were practically displayed on the counter he asked, "What do you want to work on first? Sauce? Toppings? Wine?" he asked holding up the bottle he had brought with him.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 3:46:11 GMT -5
Lyra laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. "Can you imagine Mimsy trying to clean dough off the ceiling? 'Evil handsome man encouraging Mistress to throw food everywhere,'" Lyra said in a voice mimicking Mimsy's high pitched squeal.
"Hmmm..." Lyra tapped her index finger against her cheek as if she was making a very hard decision. "Obviously the wine. If I'm drunk I won't notice if I've burnt the pizza." With a swish of her wand two wine glasses floated over and gently set themselves down in front of Julian.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 15, 2016 4:03:40 GMT -5
Julian laughed, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Mimsy still considered him to be the 'Evil Man Who Made Mistress Cry', and that was a title Julian was deeply ashamed of. He would have given anything to have prevented Lyra's sadness, and though he could feel more agony awaiting them, he was powerless to stop it. Rock, meet Hard Place.
His ring prevented his thoughts from appearing on his face as he smiled at her imitation and requested wine.
"I won't let you burn the pizza."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 15, 2016 4:08:21 GMT -5
The pizza was much easier to prepare than the coq au vin, and Lyra mused aloud that at least she could pronounce tonight's meal. Lyra looked over at Julian as he put the pizza in the oven. He seemed so effortless with everything, whereas Lyra still stressed over every movement afraid she would burn the entire apartment complex to the ground.
She tilted her head to one side as she looked at him. “Where did you learn to cook? Or, maybe ‘why’ would be a better question. I mean you have servants, what was the point in learning how to do it for yourself?”
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 16, 2016 0:31:10 GMT -5
"You have my mother to thank." he smirked up at her, "She said I'd never know when I'd have to impress a pretty girl. I also know how to dance, and if the mood is right I can play guitar."
His mother was a romantic at heart, she was lucky that the man she fell in love with was of the same class as she was. Theirs was a love match, a rarity in high society.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 16, 2016 0:41:43 GMT -5
"You'd better not be trying to impress any pretty girls!" she said with a fake sense of self-pity before smiling over her wine glass. She took a drink as she looked him over. Lyra knew Julian was a excellent dancer, having been whirled around a dance floor by him a time or two. But the guitar was news to her. There were so many layers to this man.
"My mother taught me how to rack up a credit bill," she said dryly. “I do wish I had learned more practical skills. Sometimes I feel utterly useless. Honestly, without Mimsy I’d probably never eat at home.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her head on the wide expanse of muscles that stretched across his back. “She was the second best gift you’ve ever given me,” she said dreamily.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 16, 2016 1:10:01 GMT -5
"I think the less your mother taught you the better, I've been to your parent's estate. You probably wouldn't be working at Enchanted if your mother taught you fashion. Thankfully that's all you." he complimented her.
"Is there anything you would have wanted to learn?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 16, 2016 1:25:36 GMT -5
Lyra lifted his arm and used it as a tunnel to move around his body without letting him go until she was standing in front of him. She looked up at him with a childlike gleam in her eye. She enjoyed playing with him; hanging on him, moving him around, wrapping him around her. She was going to miss the comfortableness between them. She didn’t feel as though she had to put on airs around him. He simply accepted her.
Her eyes looked to the ceiling as she thought about what she might have wanted to learn. "That's difficult to say. There are a right many things I can't do, but now that I have Mimsy I don't have to do any of them. But Merlin, you saw my place before. Clearly I was not meant to live on my own."
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 16, 2016 1:35:35 GMT -5
Julian shrugged, "Even if you loved to clean and cook, I doubt that you would love it as much as Mimsy does. So in a way you're giving Mimsy purpose, and you have the freedom to find your own."
He held her as she moved around him and plunged his fingers in her hair, moving his thumb along her jaw and temple.
"You wouldn't recognize the estate if I didn't have house elves and a staff dedicated to it's maintenance."
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