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[john_ofdarkness]

There are strong, familiar chords coming from the piano in the church--something both bombastic and moody, a musical tantrum in a minor key; perhaps it's Tchaikovsky or Moussorgsky, but more likely it only has the sound of a long-dead Russian composer.

The woman at the piano pauses every so often to brush back her long hair, her lips pursed in deep annoyance.

In a hallway in some part of the mansion, there is an ornately decorated black pysanka--lying in pieces on the floor.

Typist: Borrowing an old crackplot.

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[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*hears the music, first, smiling at the familiarity of it, which is why it surprises him more than anything when he enters the church and there's somebody unfamiliar at the bench* Ah, I thought you that were someone else -- *blurts out before he can stop himself, blushing* Forgive me -- I don't mean to interrupt. But it sounded so much like him ...

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*she laughs, in a familiar and sardonic manner that perhaps he knows by now* Quite the facelift I've had, I know.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*brightening, now, and coming closer, to stand by the piano and try to have a look at her face* So it is you ... I know that couldn't be anyone else ... were you enchanted?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*shortly* Some damned Russian egg. I thought it might make you happy. *had not realized, at the time, that it was a Ukrainian egg anyway*

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

Since you know how things that remind me of home make me happy ... That was kind of you. *smiles* I'm sorry if you were inconvenienced because of it.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Should've let the duck make its own eggs. *a bit aggrieved* You think this is--is charming, don't you. You don't really care at all about the inconvenience.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*laughs but at himself, mostly* Perhaps I do think it's a little charming ... you look so different, but somehow the same ... but I do care, for you sake. Because I wouldn't think you were comfortable like this, and I care about your comfort. *blushing the way he does when he knows full well he's babbling-embarrassing but is too sincere to stop himself*

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Was it this uncomfortable for you, then? Or did your unceasing optimism impel you to *a touch bitter* make the most of the experience?

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*eep--moreblushing* I was uncomfortable -- you remember, I was very shy of myself ... Someone gave me a dress to change to, and I couldn't look at myself while I changed. But of course that isn't the same as your discomfort ...

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You wanted to have it off with yourself? No, I can't say that it worries me in quite the same way. *closes up the piano, hiding away the keys*

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*doesn't quite understand the turn of phrase, but understand it's something he might well keep blushing over* What way does it worry you?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

I've spent over fifty years avoiding the female form. *and, almost an afterthought* I wouldn't tell anyone that, if I were you.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*smiles fondly* Of course not.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*then takes him by the chin, examining him as though judging his fitness before pulling him down for a kiss* I can still do that, at least.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*warmed and gladdened in the kiss, and the gladness speaks for itself in a giddy, silly laugh* Of course you can!

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrowing* You think this is a joke, do you?

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

Not a joke ... *smile* It's just that you surprised me, and ... I like to be kissed by you.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

More in this shape than my own, I imagine.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

No, that's not true. I don't like it less, either ... it's only ... *sort of helpless to explain, but smiling still, shrugging* ... only familiar. Like things that remind me of home and your music.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You're determined to keep me calm through this.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

If you want me to, I can try ... of course I can only try, and only if you want me to ... but you helped to calm me, before, just teasing me and talking to me like always.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Am I not being calm?

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Oh, much calmer than I was -- but you said "to keep you calm."

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You seemed perfectly sanguine about sprouting tits.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*aahblushing* Did I?

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

You did.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*considering* It must've been all in myself, then -- all the strangeness and discomfort. That happens, sometimes, when you feel anxious about something and think everyone can see it.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

It never got you hot and bothered, having all that female flesh. *is gaunt even as a woman, cheeks hollow and shoulders narrow, ribcage tapering in*

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*turns a rather telling red -- is in church --* Oh -- is that what you --

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Not I, duck. I'm rather more disgusted than anything else.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't think you would -- *but is shy of looking at her now, shamed at having had the thought himself -- and in church! --*

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Flustered, are we?

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sorry -- I wouldn't be any good for calming you when I'm not calm myself.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Clearly.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

*hopeful* Would you like to go on a walk with me? We can go through the garden, like before.

[john-ofdarkness.livejournal.com]

Because clearly the solution is to revisit the scene of the crime. *stands, slouching a little because augh breasts* If you insist.

[tinylittleonion.livejournal.com]

It's not an insistence, but a request ... *smiles, though, and offers an arm* ... but it pleases me that you're willing to go with me.