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im2sexy4mysnarkFleshing out the Past of Ylita and THINGS.
* Eriol ARRIVES~~! Look, it's a really cute young Asian boy with glasses. He has chin-length black hair and is dressed... eh, like a six-year-old boy might dress? Nothing special. He does, however, have a bag of something. Possibly some type of food!
Eriol> Hello? >.> :o
Altalita> **Altalita's shop, as we've established before, in terms of arrangement, is largely set up like Yuuko's. Laaaaarge main room, etc. Alta, however, is not currently in the main area, we do have the almighty twins, though, Akiva and Aviva, one in dark clothing, the other in light...
Altalita> Akiva> Hello! Aviva> Hello!
Eriol> Hi~! *smiles!* *is probably not any taller or older-looking than they are!* How are you two~? Is Alta around? ^^?
Altalita> [Akiva] We are fine! [Aviva] Fiiiiine~ Mistress is in, but she is currently getting a drink from the kitchen. [Akiva] She should be out in a moment, though. [Aviva] Yes. ^,^
Eriol> Drinking? At this time of the day? *shakes his head as if he disapproves or something* *of course, why did he bring wine with him if he disapproves of drinking this early?* ... Oh, well, it can't be helped. I'm glad you're doing fine, at least! ^,^
* Altalita returns from the kitchen, with some bottle of exotic vodka and fucking stops. "..Well."
Eriol> Well? :o
Eriol> That's some way to greet someone. *frowns, as if offended*
* Altalita stands with one hand on her hip, regarding Eriol before her, "I had a feeling it'd be one of these days, sweet." Oh yes, she was expecting you, "Akiva, Aviva? Be dears and give us a little privacy please." A chorus of 'Yes Mistress', and they're both gone in respective, buzzing timegates
* Eriol 's facetious demeanor fades as the twins exit. There will be no pretending to make light of this, will there? "... I suppose you know why I'm here, then?" He's stifling the urge to think twice about making this wish, trust me.
* Altalita flops onto the lounge, producing a bottle opener from her sleeve. The handle fittingly has a butterfly design, "I'd think not, sweet." She says. They're rather like a divorced couple who still loves each other, which is how this mun sees her tone of voice being right now
* Eriol wasn't quite expecting her to be this cold. True, it's often hard to tell whether or not she even likes him, but right now she seems somewhat angry at him. He really doesn't get it, it's confusing, and it hurts. Eriol tries not to show any signs of being hurt, but it might be noticeable in his body language - maybe the fact that he doesn't meet her gaze when he says, "I have a request..."
* Altalita is cold, and also hurt, because as she's so heavily tied into fate (and frankly, him into hers), she already knows. She knew before he was even here, and she was hoping to god it was wrong. She pops the cork off of the bottle and sets it and bottle-opener aside, rubbing at her face (to hide the fact that it hurts that it's fucking true, fuck you, fate, seriously). "And what would that request be?" There is no show, no flirting for the price, no playful attitude or dramatic twirling of pipes and smoke.
* Altalita ..is just going through the motion of it.
* Eriol can tell, and he hates it. It makes him sick inside. He puts down his bag, just as happy to forget about it - like he will everything else in a few minutes. "Ten years from now, a boy named Syaoran will come here asking to be taken to the owner of his right eye. I would like to pay for that wish in advance."
* Altalita he can read her like a damn book. She loves and hates that about him, one a bit moreso than the other, at the moment--although it may be difficult to tell which, "This is possible." As, yes. Damn you, Fate. Damn you and your fucking complicated web. "You realize, of course, what this will cost you, don't you, Clow?" She uses the name she's known him by for a reason. It feels wrong to refer to him as anything else.
Eriol> Yes. *he nods, solemnly, and then finally dares to meet her gaze. His expression, if she can read him as well as he reads her, seems to say, 'please... this is for the best, I swear.'* It will cost all of my memories - though, I think I am entitled to a few false ones.
* Altalita can, because, well. In any form, a Clow is a Clow, is a Clow. "You are, yes. Those make the price fully equal." Again, she rubs at her face. It's tempting to chug the bottle of vodka right now, but she needs--and wants, to be reasonably sober for this.
* Eriol nods. "Then, I'm willing to pay it." He smiles slightly and his gaze shifts elsewhere again. He can't tell whether he's being kind or cruel in saying what he says next: "... But there's no reason to hurry too much."
Altalita> Waiting to the last minute as always? *An eyebrow, a subtle jab, perhaps. But, well. You know her, she can't resist that with anyone.*
* Eriol smiles, this time more genuinely. "Well, I didn't want this to be all business." Was that flirting? From Clow? Without being provoked? My, but it was - and when she was so likely to say no, too. But it wasn't really bravery on his part - there's no need to fear rejection when you won't have long to remember it.
Altalita> I hate to say it, dear
Altalita> But you're a little young.
Altalita> For my sorts of pleasures.
Eriol> Really~? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised! :o!
Altalita> I do have my limits, dear.
Altalita> I'm not terribly into shota
Eriol> Ah, well. I guess it's a good thing that that wasn't even on my mind, then~ *liar. of course it was.* I was thinking more of the standard, sitting-and-talking definition of 'intercourse'.
* Altalita with those tits? How can it NOT BE? Especially with, yanno. ALL THE CLEAVAGE.
Altalita> Mmmm
Altalita> That could work, of course.
* Eriol does have the desire to at least cuddle up and press his face into that cleavage to make the whole world and all its problems go away. Alas! He picks up his bag again. "Well~. You already have vodka, so the wine can be for... some other time..." read: I guess you'll have to drink it alone. "But it would be a pity to let the cake go to waste."
* Eriol is still Clow, of course (for the time being) - does he EVER come here without food and/or booze?
* Altalita probably not, since he knows at least the booze will win her heart. She smiles a little, and shifts her position slightly so he can sit with her.
Altalita> Yes, I'll save the wine for later.
* Altalita much, much, much later, apparently.
Eriol> *and sit he does~!* *of course, he doesn't mention that the wine would go with this particular cake much better than the vodka probably will, but~~!* *he lifts the box with the cake in it out and - hey! He even brought forks! - offers Alta the first piece~*
* Altalita doesn't care. Cakes are for nomming, and if Clow made it, it's probably damn good with anything anyway.
* Eriol would say so! Then again, he isn't much known for his modesty. "Mm, so how has everything been?" A voice inside his head chastized him for this bit of smalltalk - how can you ask such a question when you plan to forget?! You idiot! "Same as always?"
Altalita> Mmm, same as always, usual trickle of customers, Fate likes to keep me busy, to say the least. *For a fun fact, today was not a busy day. In fact, it was like a calm before something horrible happens. Fate has a sick sense of humor.
Eriol> Well, you know what they say in England about idle hands~ *no, she might not, but she can probably imagine, given how perverted she can be*
* Altalita has a, uh, crate of.. .. Toys. You decide. "Mmm, indeed, and how about you?" Oh god. STUPID. THAT IS LAME AND YOU KNOW IT, WOMAN
* Eriol glances at her as if to say, 'I thought we had one of those unspoken agreements that you wouldn't ask these kinds of questions and I wouldn't have to answer them.' "... Things are going as planned."
* Altalita glances back as if to say, 'Yes, but you're the one who opened that can of worms, Clow Reed.' "Mmm, good." A beat.Oh fuck it all. "Just as planned?" Damn woman.
* Eriol doesn't get your joke, alas. "Yes, except for the part about the vodka, but I've gotten over the pain of that." Oh, ANGST!
Altalita> Mmm you know me, sweet.
Altalita> Always have one on hand. ♥
Eriol> If I had gotten here just a moment earlier you wouldn't have, though!
Altalita> Ah, but that's fate for you.
* Altalita beeps his nose.
Eriol> Fate likes vodka, I guess. *leans into the beeping a little. Aw, cute!*
Altalita> Fate has good taste. ♥
Eriol> I thought it would be pretty good wine. *as if slightly miffed - which he's not! He doesn't care.*
* Altalita is TEMPTED to share her booze. But, of course, he's underage.
* Altalita will, however, share cake, even if she's looking for any excuse to hoard the hooch.
Eriol> In any case... *o hai, i upgraded your personal space. It now contains wee!Clow.*
* Eriol will nibble cake! It's good, anyway. OF COURSE it is - it was made by THE GREAT CLOW REED!
* Altalita will also cuddle. Awwww.
* Eriol 's cake and conversation were totally an excuse for this cuddling. ♥ Out of all the things he was about to lose - the knowledge, the power, his very existence if things played out just wrong - it's memories like this that he most wished he could keep. Things like this should be cherished...
* Altalita will--out of a habit she kept from his previous form, too--end up playing with his hair.
* Eriol 's hair isn't all that long in this form, but he still loves it being played with. Here, he'll play with hers, too, nestled in her arms as he is. And he'll try not to cry, or to try to run away from that inevitable moment when it will all be over.
* Altalita 's hair is damn long, and loose, today. It'd dramatically billow everywhere if she wasn't laying down as she is now. ... She's resisting saying something about it ending, because she knows if she does, it will.
* Eriol is doing the same, for the same reasons. Are they lying down now? Cute. One of them will have to say something eventually... but perhaps it'll be a while.
Eriol> *give it an hour or two, perhaps?*
* Altalita it is a while, perhaps even that long! She bites her lip--and the proverbial bullet--and finally speaks, after a long moment of silence, "...We're putting off the inevitable, sweet." She closes her eyes, because oh god that hurt to say.
* Eriol , when her eyes are closed, plants a kiss on her cheek as if to make up for her having said something first. It would have hurt just as much no matter who said it, though. "You're right. Shall we...?" He asked, moving to get up and leave her warm embrace - forever, if his calculations were correct.
* Altalita shifts to sit up as well, moving to kiss his forehead. She can't really resist that, either, because no, she's not killing him. It's just.. .. Worse. Perhaps, than that. "Let's." She opens her eyes and makes a small, shaky sound, and takes a deep breath, "..close your eyes, sweet... And it will all fade away like a long, lucid dream.." Her voice is slightly shakey as she says this, almost uncharacteristically so.
* Eriol closes his eyes and nods, tears welling up just enough to start to drip from his eyelids. "... The dream must end."
Eriol> *dammit, he had promised himself he wouldn't cry.*
* Altalita and with that said, and an ebb of power, she has a thick book in her hands, one that's--apparently--locked from her entry into it. Another gesture, and the new, false memories replace those lost, and he's sent away to where he's Fated to be, via one of Alta's timegates.
* Eriol ARRIVES~~! Look, it's a really cute young Asian boy with glasses. He has chin-length black hair and is dressed... eh, like a six-year-old boy might dress? Nothing special. He does, however, have a bag of something. Possibly some type of food!
Eriol> Hello? >.> :o
Altalita> **Altalita's shop, as we've established before, in terms of arrangement, is largely set up like Yuuko's. Laaaaarge main room, etc. Alta, however, is not currently in the main area, we do have the almighty twins, though, Akiva and Aviva, one in dark clothing, the other in light...
Altalita> Akiva> Hello! Aviva> Hello!
Eriol> Hi~! *smiles!* *is probably not any taller or older-looking than they are!* How are you two~? Is Alta around? ^^?
Altalita> [Akiva] We are fine! [Aviva] Fiiiiine~ Mistress is in, but she is currently getting a drink from the kitchen. [Akiva] She should be out in a moment, though. [Aviva] Yes. ^,^
Eriol> Drinking? At this time of the day? *shakes his head as if he disapproves or something* *of course, why did he bring wine with him if he disapproves of drinking this early?* ... Oh, well, it can't be helped. I'm glad you're doing fine, at least! ^,^
* Altalita returns from the kitchen, with some bottle of exotic vodka and fucking stops. "..Well."
Eriol> Well? :o
Eriol> That's some way to greet someone. *frowns, as if offended*
* Altalita stands with one hand on her hip, regarding Eriol before her, "I had a feeling it'd be one of these days, sweet." Oh yes, she was expecting you, "Akiva, Aviva? Be dears and give us a little privacy please." A chorus of 'Yes Mistress', and they're both gone in respective, buzzing timegates
* Eriol 's facetious demeanor fades as the twins exit. There will be no pretending to make light of this, will there? "... I suppose you know why I'm here, then?" He's stifling the urge to think twice about making this wish, trust me.
* Altalita flops onto the lounge, producing a bottle opener from her sleeve. The handle fittingly has a butterfly design, "I'd think not, sweet." She says. They're rather like a divorced couple who still loves each other, which is how this mun sees her tone of voice being right now
* Eriol wasn't quite expecting her to be this cold. True, it's often hard to tell whether or not she even likes him, but right now she seems somewhat angry at him. He really doesn't get it, it's confusing, and it hurts. Eriol tries not to show any signs of being hurt, but it might be noticeable in his body language - maybe the fact that he doesn't meet her gaze when he says, "I have a request..."
* Altalita is cold, and also hurt, because as she's so heavily tied into fate (and frankly, him into hers), she already knows. She knew before he was even here, and she was hoping to god it was wrong. She pops the cork off of the bottle and sets it and bottle-opener aside, rubbing at her face (to hide the fact that it hurts that it's fucking true, fuck you, fate, seriously). "And what would that request be?" There is no show, no flirting for the price, no playful attitude or dramatic twirling of pipes and smoke.
* Altalita ..is just going through the motion of it.
* Eriol can tell, and he hates it. It makes him sick inside. He puts down his bag, just as happy to forget about it - like he will everything else in a few minutes. "Ten years from now, a boy named Syaoran will come here asking to be taken to the owner of his right eye. I would like to pay for that wish in advance."
* Altalita he can read her like a damn book. She loves and hates that about him, one a bit moreso than the other, at the moment--although it may be difficult to tell which, "This is possible." As, yes. Damn you, Fate. Damn you and your fucking complicated web. "You realize, of course, what this will cost you, don't you, Clow?" She uses the name she's known him by for a reason. It feels wrong to refer to him as anything else.
Eriol> Yes. *he nods, solemnly, and then finally dares to meet her gaze. His expression, if she can read him as well as he reads her, seems to say, 'please... this is for the best, I swear.'* It will cost all of my memories - though, I think I am entitled to a few false ones.
* Altalita can, because, well. In any form, a Clow is a Clow, is a Clow. "You are, yes. Those make the price fully equal." Again, she rubs at her face. It's tempting to chug the bottle of vodka right now, but she needs--and wants, to be reasonably sober for this.
* Eriol nods. "Then, I'm willing to pay it." He smiles slightly and his gaze shifts elsewhere again. He can't tell whether he's being kind or cruel in saying what he says next: "... But there's no reason to hurry too much."
Altalita> Waiting to the last minute as always? *An eyebrow, a subtle jab, perhaps. But, well. You know her, she can't resist that with anyone.*
* Eriol smiles, this time more genuinely. "Well, I didn't want this to be all business." Was that flirting? From Clow? Without being provoked? My, but it was - and when she was so likely to say no, too. But it wasn't really bravery on his part - there's no need to fear rejection when you won't have long to remember it.
Altalita> I hate to say it, dear
Altalita> But you're a little young.
Altalita> For my sorts of pleasures.
Eriol> Really~? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised! :o!
Altalita> I do have my limits, dear.
Altalita> I'm not terribly into shota
Eriol> Ah, well. I guess it's a good thing that that wasn't even on my mind, then~ *liar. of course it was.* I was thinking more of the standard, sitting-and-talking definition of 'intercourse'.
* Altalita with those tits? How can it NOT BE? Especially with, yanno. ALL THE CLEAVAGE.
Altalita> Mmmm
Altalita> That could work, of course.
* Eriol does have the desire to at least cuddle up and press his face into that cleavage to make the whole world and all its problems go away. Alas! He picks up his bag again. "Well~. You already have vodka, so the wine can be for... some other time..." read: I guess you'll have to drink it alone. "But it would be a pity to let the cake go to waste."
* Eriol is still Clow, of course (for the time being) - does he EVER come here without food and/or booze?
* Altalita probably not, since he knows at least the booze will win her heart. She smiles a little, and shifts her position slightly so he can sit with her.
Altalita> Yes, I'll save the wine for later.
* Altalita much, much, much later, apparently.
Eriol> *and sit he does~!* *of course, he doesn't mention that the wine would go with this particular cake much better than the vodka probably will, but~~!* *he lifts the box with the cake in it out and - hey! He even brought forks! - offers Alta the first piece~*
* Altalita doesn't care. Cakes are for nomming, and if Clow made it, it's probably damn good with anything anyway.
* Eriol would say so! Then again, he isn't much known for his modesty. "Mm, so how has everything been?" A voice inside his head chastized him for this bit of smalltalk - how can you ask such a question when you plan to forget?! You idiot! "Same as always?"
Altalita> Mmm, same as always, usual trickle of customers, Fate likes to keep me busy, to say the least. *For a fun fact, today was not a busy day. In fact, it was like a calm before something horrible happens. Fate has a sick sense of humor.
Eriol> Well, you know what they say in England about idle hands~ *no, she might not, but she can probably imagine, given how perverted she can be*
* Altalita has a, uh, crate of.. .. Toys. You decide. "Mmm, indeed, and how about you?" Oh god. STUPID. THAT IS LAME AND YOU KNOW IT, WOMAN
* Eriol glances at her as if to say, 'I thought we had one of those unspoken agreements that you wouldn't ask these kinds of questions and I wouldn't have to answer them.' "... Things are going as planned."
* Altalita glances back as if to say, 'Yes, but you're the one who opened that can of worms, Clow Reed.' "Mmm, good." A beat.
* Eriol doesn't get your joke, alas. "Yes, except for the part about the vodka, but I've gotten over the pain of that." Oh, ANGST!
Altalita> Mmm you know me, sweet.
Altalita> Always have one on hand. ♥
Eriol> If I had gotten here just a moment earlier you wouldn't have, though!
Altalita> Ah, but that's fate for you.
* Altalita beeps his nose.
Eriol> Fate likes vodka, I guess. *leans into the beeping a little. Aw, cute!*
Altalita> Fate has good taste. ♥
Eriol> I thought it would be pretty good wine. *as if slightly miffed - which he's not! He doesn't care.*
* Altalita is TEMPTED to share her booze. But, of course, he's underage.
* Altalita will, however, share cake, even if she's looking for any excuse to hoard the hooch.
Eriol> In any case... *o hai, i upgraded your personal space. It now contains wee!Clow.*
* Eriol will nibble cake! It's good, anyway. OF COURSE it is - it was made by THE GREAT CLOW REED!
* Altalita will also cuddle. Awwww.
* Eriol 's cake and conversation were totally an excuse for this cuddling. ♥ Out of all the things he was about to lose - the knowledge, the power, his very existence if things played out just wrong - it's memories like this that he most wished he could keep. Things like this should be cherished...
* Altalita will--out of a habit she kept from his previous form, too--end up playing with his hair.
* Eriol 's hair isn't all that long in this form, but he still loves it being played with. Here, he'll play with hers, too, nestled in her arms as he is. And he'll try not to cry, or to try to run away from that inevitable moment when it will all be over.
* Altalita 's hair is damn long, and loose, today. It'd dramatically billow everywhere if she wasn't laying down as she is now. ... She's resisting saying something about it ending, because she knows if she does, it will.
* Eriol is doing the same, for the same reasons. Are they lying down now? Cute. One of them will have to say something eventually... but perhaps it'll be a while.
Eriol> *give it an hour or two, perhaps?*
* Altalita it is a while, perhaps even that long! She bites her lip--and the proverbial bullet--and finally speaks, after a long moment of silence, "...We're putting off the inevitable, sweet." She closes her eyes, because oh god that hurt to say.
* Eriol , when her eyes are closed, plants a kiss on her cheek as if to make up for her having said something first. It would have hurt just as much no matter who said it, though. "You're right. Shall we...?" He asked, moving to get up and leave her warm embrace - forever, if his calculations were correct.
* Altalita shifts to sit up as well, moving to kiss his forehead. She can't really resist that, either, because no, she's not killing him. It's just.. .. Worse. Perhaps, than that. "Let's." She opens her eyes and makes a small, shaky sound, and takes a deep breath, "..close your eyes, sweet... And it will all fade away like a long, lucid dream.." Her voice is slightly shakey as she says this, almost uncharacteristically so.
* Eriol closes his eyes and nods, tears welling up just enough to start to drip from his eyelids. "... The dream must end."
Eriol> *dammit, he had promised himself he wouldn't cry.*
* Altalita and with that said, and an ebb of power, she has a thick book in her hands, one that's--apparently--locked from her entry into it. Another gesture, and the new, false memories replace those lost, and he's sent away to where he's Fated to be, via one of Alta's timegates.
