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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 20:22:16 GMT -7
"I... you want me to play for her?" Ashley asked, unsure. "And return to the cabin?"
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 20:25:36 GMT -7
Charlie nodded. "You may decline if it makes you uncomfortable."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 20:31:53 GMT -7
"I was just making sure I... heard you right. Very well, if you'd like me to, though I'm not quite sure how to breach the topic with your sister." A pause. "Does she like tea?"
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 20:34:51 GMT -7
Charlie smirked. "We're English; it's our religion."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 20:41:40 GMT -7
Ashley chuckled. "Just making sure."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 20:46:32 GMT -7
"Aye," Charlie responded. "Now get going, and if she asks, it's my doing."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 20:48:50 GMT -7
"Of course," Ashley said smartly before vanishing below the decks.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 20:53:50 GMT -7
Charlie chuckled as he went off to continue his task.
Blake stared at the instrument as she sat on the large plush chair inside the lavishly furnished cabin. It was mocking her, telling her to suck it up like a pirate should.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 20:56:46 GMT -7
Ashley sighed. God, he was no good at comforting people - it had always been the reverse with himself and Elizabeth - but he could try, at the very least.
A short knock on the door. "Miss Blake?"
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 20:58:52 GMT -7
Blake whipped her attention to the door, standing swiftly. "Who is it?"
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 21:05:01 GMT -7
"It's just me," came Ashley's respectful reply.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 21:08:33 GMT -7
Blake hesitated before uttering a quiet 'come in.' she sat back down, poised and composed as she had once been taught.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 21:10:48 GMT -7
Ashley moved in quietly, his body language conveying no misgivings, or nervousness. In his hands he held a small tray - nothing fancy, but, well, how lucky were you going to be to find a fancy platter in a pirate galley?
"Would you like some?" He asked, referring to the tea on the tray.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 11, 2010 21:15:39 GMT -7
Blake's eyes widened a little, but she nodded. "Yes...I-I would."
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 11, 2010 21:18:07 GMT -7
"Ah... It's chamomile - I hope you don't mind," Ashley murmured as he poured one of the cups, sitting on the piano bench as he did so, violet eyes focused.
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