<center>I feel my memories fade with time
But I'm too young to worry
Seize the day
or die regretting the time you lost
Lacedae’s gaze roamed over the familiar features of the teahouse as Tchio briefly looked over the menu, keenly studying the walls and furniture. Little had changed. The ceiling and floors were just as she’d remembered, with the addition of a little wear, it was the same cozy place. She could see the door to the kitchen over Tchio’s shoulder, and eyed it a moment before looking back to him, and noticing that he’d lain down the menu. <I>Darius!</I> She called, and though the volume of her voice had risen, it didn’t lose it’s low, melodic quality.
The teahouse owner, now christened Darius, promptly exited the kitchen and crossed the room to their table, still wearing that broad-toothed smile. “What’ll you have?� He questioned warmly, looking first to Lacedae, who slowly met his gaze and offered a subtle smile. <I>“The usual.�</I> She replied coolly, and simultaneously their attentions shifted to Tchio. “And you sir?� He nodded softly as the man ordered, and took up the menu, moving back to the kitchen to prepare their orders.
<I>" Well...Yes actually I do, You see I just can't help but wonder about you." </I>
Well, that caught her attention.
Lacedae paused, looking upon him now with a subtle air of intrigue and curiosity, shifting slightly forward in her chair. As he continued, she shifted back to her original position. First encounter with a woman, that explains it. But his speech didn’t end as she had expected… he wanted to know who she was. A slender, manicured eyebrow cocked questioningly -what an odd series of questions asked of a prostitute. After a brief pause, she lowered her hands to her lap and looked him full on, unaware of his intentions but obviously knowing her own. <I>“That all depends on what you want to hear. Who do you want me to be?�</I>
Just as she finished speaking Darius reappeared, merrily crossing the room with a silver tray in his hands. He set it down upon the edge of the table, and placed a cup of fine green tea upon a saucer before Tchio. He looked to Lacey and smiled ever brighter, laying a noticeably more elegant piece down before her. Enjoy. He chirped and took up the tray, moving on to another table. It seemed there was a slight hole in his plan of observation, for Darius had brought no food to their table. Lacedae hadn’t intended on eating either.
She looked down upon the cup and saucer before her, obviously pleased. It seemed Darius was so fond of her he’d given her his own special china, treatment she was accustomed to recieving. Steam rose in thick translucent plumes from the cup, which was filled to the brim with a mixture of tea and other secret ingredients, with tiny flakes of dry mint leaves sprinkled over the surface, and a sprig of fresh mint laying upon the saucer as a garnish. A cinnamon stick was the last obvious ingredient, protruding from the brim of the dainty cup. Lacedae sighed softly, deeply inhaling the essence of the fragrant drink before her. She reclined slightly, slipping off one of her leather gloves and laying it upon the table with care. She took up the cup with her bare hand and held it tenderly.. the girl certainly enjoyed her tea.
She took a slow sip and returned the cup to its respective saucer, allowing her attention to return again to Tchio. Even with her glorious tea, she’d not forgotten about him. Well, not entirely. <I>“Well, unless of course you‘re after honesty.. but in that case, I‘m curious as to your motives.�</I>
[[ I skipped Tchio's order.. that would've been a pretty brief post if I'd waited, and you'd already mentioned it. took a slightly different approach than I'd intended for answering his questions. oh, and I do plan to reveal why she was so uncomfortable with Darius in the previous post ]]
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