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Nunya Biznazz ([info]_say) wrote,
@ 2011-07-31 14:07:00

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Stranger in a Strange Land 3
The was nothing more rewarding after a night of amazing sex, than to be able to sleep in the following morning and that was exactly what Aria had done. It wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter given that her body just up and quit on her and she was sleep before her head hit the pillow, curled up tightly against Bazzer. Her dreams no longer consisted of thoughts of this world but now the world she'd come from. She dreamed of cars, her kids at school, her family and her apartment. They all swirled around her head making it seem to her almost as if none of it was real. When she woke up the next morning, she almost felt like that really was the case. That this world was becoming more and more home to her because where she thought she was from didn't really exist.

Climbing out of bed, she shook that thought from her head, knowing it was just silly to even put something like that out there. She was very aware of her home, her real home and that this place was certainly not it. Besides if she ever had any doubts all she had to do was say something strange in front of Bazzer and he'd get that puzzled look and she would know. Coming out of the bathroom, Aria sat herself down at Bazzer's desk, looking around for something to write with as well as something to write on. It took a while since she wasn't sure what she was looking for and almost wished she just has a pen but managed to find something to mark paper. Immediately she began to write down everything that came out of her head, everything she knew was true from her own world, just so she'd never again question what was real and what wasn't.


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[info]_say
2011-08-09 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Aria knew that she would do what he said without question even though it wasn't exactly something she was used to. Then again she wasn't really used to a lot here so she'd have to in order to live there. She didn't need any extra attention put on her because she said the wrong thing and made people suspicious. However, one thing she did know about people of earlier times was that when confronted with something they didn't understand they didn't tend to ever take it seriously until it actually happened so maybe she had nothing to worry about.

The colors wee so vibrant, like that Aria had never seen before or ever been able to afford for that matter. They were heavy like the one she was wearing already but she didn't mind as it kept her warm. They were simply the best dresses she'd ever seen and was still just flabbergasted that they were hers. "Of course I like them, how could I not? I mean they were made especially for me after all," She smiled glancing back at him. "Good idea," She wasn't exactly thrilled to know the maid was going to be coming up but she was anxious to try them on so she overlooked it for now.

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[info]winged_bazzer
2011-08-10 02:51 am UTC (link)
Turning his back as the maid entered to help Aria, Bazzer was pleased that she liked them. He had left it all in the more than capable hands of the tailor and had not been disappointed. Of course, he was the same man that had made his clothes and his siblings as well. He knew the man could handle a challenge and probably appreciated the simplicity of Aria.

Once she was dressed, he turned, a huge smile on his face, wings fluttering behind him, "You look gorgeous!" he informed her, clearly only restraining himself because the maid was present. "Shall we go eat then?" he asked, offering Aria his arm to walk over to his own rooms.

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[info]_say
2011-08-10 04:46 am UTC (link)
Aria saw the maid enter and picked out the dress she wanted to wear, it was the one she was most in love with, a rich cinnamon dress that seemed to compliment her skin tone very well. It took a moment for the maid to actually get her in the dress but when she did it wasn't hard to note that it was made especially for her. It fit her body perfectly and had no pesky holes in the back like all the other dresses did. Even when the maid firmly fastened her in the dress, Aria still felt comfortable and after a slight twirl felt much like a princess.

When he turned back around and saw her in the dress, she blushed, covering her face slightly. "Thank you," she giggled at his wings fluttering, obviously it was a positive sign and really she still got a bit of a kick out of the control he had over them. "Yes please, I'm starved," she nodded taking his arm once more as he led her to his room.

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[info]winged_bazzer
2011-08-11 02:49 am UTC (link)
(OOC: So.....other than what we've done, I've got nothing for the rest of this scene, which is why I've not tagged back. I've been thinking. You okay with us moving to a new thread for the picnic?)

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[info]_say
2011-08-11 02:54 am UTC (link)
[lol sure that's fine with me, if you don't mind starting the thread this time]

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[info]winged_bazzer
2011-08-11 03:36 am UTC (link)
(of course :) http://winged-bazzer.insanejournal.com/2663.html)

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