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Santino moved into the bar with the usual dancer's (hunter's) steps and settled himself into a table. A rather open table, with several empty chairs for company.

Hair uncut tonight- back to it's full length and majesty- black curls rolling down to nearly sweep his shoulders, the crowning glory his beauty. Jacketless tonight, merely in a white, collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and his usual dark suede pants. Black, well-polished and expensive-looking shoes.

The usual fare.

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[OOC: Hee, icon.]

"My, aren't you friendly?" He teased, grinning.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Her cheeks flush, but she keeps her chin tilted and smile unhidden.

"Sometimes," she replies and smothers a giggle with her fingers.

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"Good." Santino said, shifting Lethe once again into a more comfortable position. At least while she was distracted from her melancholy.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

She beams up at him for a moment before leaning into his embrace and tangling their fingers contentedly.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Once a proud vampire, now a (very comfortable, mind you) seat cushion for emotional nymphs.

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One must sometimes move backwards to move forwards. Cruel to be kind and whatnot.

"We will visit Italy again, I think."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

The smile brightens, but her eyes stay closed - huddled close and comfortable.

"Really?"

A pleasant, excited feeling through their joined fingers.

"What will we do this time?"

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He pressed his lips to the top of her head, whispered into her hair: "Anything we want."