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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]

*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.