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Post by FlyingPanther on Sept 19, 2008 21:36:49 GMT -5
Viviane was glad to have the day off. It had been some time now where he hadn't had one. It was for no other reason other then the fact that the gang needed him. The gang was the closest thing to a family he had. He needed to help them. But today, he was wandering around the nicer section of Capital City, and he was glad. He was thinking of maybe going to the bazaar, maying find something neat to wear. He had been saving small amounts of money (he usually gave the majority of his profits towards the gang) and he felt the need to reward himself. A beautiful piece of jewelery would be wonderful, though...he didn't really know if he had THAT kind of money. Still...a girl could dream. It was about that time that he passed by the restaurant that he went to so long ago. A purely reptiles only restaurant. He had gone with his friend Damien, who he had not seen in what seemed like (and probably was) years. He sighed. He really didn't have many friends did he? Well...since the restaurant was here, and he felt like eating, might as well stop there. He headed in and quickly was placed at a table outside. He started with some much needed calming tea, and looked at the menu, considering what to partake in. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 19, 2008 22:03:39 GMT -5
It was really incredible how little could change over the course of... what was it? One year? Two years? Damien wasn't really sure. When you didn't have anything going on with your life, it was a waste of time to keep track of each day. The lizard let out a small sigh - he didn't really have a lot to complain about, he'd been keeping busy, after all, but some part of him - some small and hopeful part - had been unable to forget about a certain ripple-marked serpent that he'd met here so long ago. Lifetimes. It must have been. Damien had journied across the entirety of the Marsh and come back again in the time since he'd last encountered the ever-charming, completely tragic, and utterly lovely Viviane. The lizard gave a small, almost wistful shake of his head even at the thought of the snake. All he could do was hope that the other man had found some fortune, some windfall of luck, that meant he could do something... More with his life. Suits knew Damien hadn't - he was making his existance as a busker living off the pitiful wages his guitar brought in. It was enough to eat, but not for much more than that. The lizard grunted, rolling himself off of the sunning-spot he'd chosen for the afternoon, and set out for his apartment. He passed by the restaurant that he'd eaten at with such fine company so many months before, and found his eyes travelling over the clientele that was currently eating there, only to freeze at the sight of a familiar face. " ...Viv?[/b]" his voice sounded strange to his own ears. It had been a while since the lizard'd had anything to say to people beyond what his guitar could tell them. |
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