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Sera Brenden smiles, sitting up a little and pulling her legs up underneath herself, much like a doe. "You wouldn't." She says so, adopting her shiniest eyes, her most sympathy-inspiring expression.
“ Vespasian sighs "Ugh, your right...I can't hurt those eyes...." he says as he shakes his head. "Guess I'm destined to lose" he smirks showing he's kidding. ”
Sera Brenden gives a small smile at what he says before looking down at her food again. "Only in that aspect." She looks back up at him, letting her head tilt slightly as she smiles a little more. "You know you'll only get tofu in your hair when you're least suspecting it?"
“ Vespasian nods "yeah, that's true." he had this overwhelming sense of calm that he hadn't had ever. He usually felt suffocated by his own lonliness and guilt but he was totally just allowed to be normal right now....perhaps this was a good thing for him. No...he knew it was a good thing. ”
Sera Brenden smiles at that--a full smile. This is a rare moment, never caught on film. She reaches over to pat him, feeling bad. "Actually, we're even. I won't throw tofu in your hair, Ves." She seems such a good, kind-hearted, genuine creature.
Sera Brenden takes his hand, trusting. "Truce." Her voice is calm and gentle, she allowing herself to look into his eyes.
“ Vespasian looked into her eyes and smiled, raising her hand to his mouth and kissing it gently as that is how his mother taught him to seal deals with proper ladies. "Good." he let go of her hand and went back to watching the special, sitting slightly closer to her than he had been, and was totally relaxed. ”
Sera Brenden blinks slightly and calmly, watching him take her hand to her mouth. It makes her cheeks and ears burn pink again, as she looks away with a most embarrassed smile. Her hand slips away slowly, and so she's able to look back up at the television, relaxing again, aware of his adjustment of proximity, but fine with it. She whispers as she watches. "There was an episode I saw recently concerning the Roman empire; the beginning concerned the engineering of a floating bridge. They specifically--" She sounds so enthused, her hands gesturing as she speaks. "--built a /bridge,/ Ves, to invade a barbarian territory! Can you imagine? And the way they did it!"
“ Vespasian nodded "Its determined people like that, that make history." he said smiling "truly admirable, the romans were masters of the sword and stone masonry." he was fairly enamored with them as she could tell "No concern for limits, just progress an unstoppable march towards progress..." he smiled "and their imagination, their ingenuity....just...amazing" ”
Sera Brenden smiles fully, sitting up and turning to him. "I love Trajan. His...vision made me fall purely in love. His defeat of a mountain without explosives..." She sighs, looking like she's absolutely in love. Really. She looks like she could marry the individual she's talking about. "He left a monument to that achievement, as I recall. He was also... Well. He wasn't Roman-born. That's another thing I love about the relatively early Roman empire. It was such a large empire that one could be accepted as Roman...or, at least, the Spanish Trajan was."
“ Vespasian nodded "Yes that is true, he was a brilliant commander...but I must confess my love of Octavian...the one to unite the empire and seize ultimate power. To put the corrupt senate in their place and to try, and mostly succeed to ensure peace and prosperity for the empire." He adopted a regal tone as if he wanted to emulate the man "To put others in their place, to be merciful but not weak, to be just but not cruel, to be honest but not vulnerable....to be virtuous and yet sensible." ”
Sera Brenden beams. "Yes, Octavian was admirable. A different flavor of emperor, but wonderful. He was one of the more reasonable rulers." This is what captures her interest. This is the most sociable she's been in a year or so. "He was a wonderful emperor."
“ "I agree" he said softly as he closed his eyes and yawned, falling back on his sofa. "Tell me more of what you like" he said still paying attention. (can we pick this up tomorrow, i've got class in like four hours lol) ”
Sera Brenden looks over at him and smiles softly. "You should sleep. You've been through a lot today." Sure, she's agitated at herself, but she hides it well. She settles on the opposite end of the couch, curling her arm under her head and closing her eyes. "G'night."
“ Vespasian yawns "nah, its okay....as long as you wanna talk I'm going to...." he starts snoring a little mid-sentence. ”
Sera Brenden hasn't slept much in the first place, and so she sleeps hard now. It took her a while to search her whole bookstore for the book Vespasian asked for, and before that, she was up all night reading something else...and making something after that. She sleeps the sleep of the dead, only fidgeting maybe an inch to get more comfortable on her acquaintance's couch. Unfortunately, that compromise ended up with her lightly kicking Vespasian at the other end of the couch.
“ Vespasian slept well, he slept like he usually did, curled up in a ball as if protecting himself from unseen threats. He was dreaming of women of course. He was dreaming of what he loved about them. He loved their smell, their hair, the way their clothes fit, and most of all the way that they were so...delicate...unlike his rather bulky broad-shouldered frame. He was kicked lightly and tried to jump to his feet in surprise ready to attack the unseen assailant. Unfortunately he was not so deft with his feet or his body mass and ended up falling off the bed, rolling and hitting the table causing a plate of left over chinese food to fall onto his face. "Curse you general Tso" he mumbled through the sauce and chicken. There were worse ways to wake up, and he had had them in the past. At least this one was tasty. ”
Sera Brenden totally unaware of the tasty pain she's caused, she stretches out now, completely uninhibited, and blissfully ignorant of the fact that she's now dominating most of the couch. She rolls over, tugging a pillow to her to hug tightly as she buries her face into the back of the couch, murmuring. "...stop that, it's too cute..." She sounds oddly distressed as her voice muffles into the fabric.
“ Vespasian cleaned off his face with a napkin and used magic to get rid of the mess on the silk pillows. He shook his head and went into the kitchen seeing it was noon and that meant breakfast time. Soon the aroma of mexican breakfast wafted into the couch area. He had whipped up Chorizo con huevo (egg with sausage if you've never had it) some bacon, some fried potatoes, and tortillas. He set the table with a glass of water, milk, and orange juice as well as with the platter of food. He stretched and went into his room. He disrobed and put on a towel then went through the living room and into the shower. The sound of running water echoed through the room and steam soon poured out of the cracks in the door. He sang softly to himself "there's no feeling like being, edward hyde..." (done) ”
Sera Brenden slips into wakefulness quite slowly, the sound of a shower not sounding right to the woman who lives alone. She also smells...something that reminds her of Houston. She sits up, looking at the pillow she's clutching, then around her, disoriented. Paradox has this effect on her. She sets the pillow aside and wanders toward the table, rubbing at her eyes and staring at the food. She's not the kind of person who just takes food. She glances at the clock, and notes with dismay that she's missed half a day of work. She grimaces, and looks around for a phone.