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Post by cole3 on Oct 10, 2011 17:03:28 GMT -5
 Sunday’s where the best day of the week, it was now official in Théodore Dion’s case. Being the owner of one of Paris’ hottest clubs had it’s pros and with every pro comes a con. It’s con being his hectic schedule, one that required him to be a workaholic for the next twelve years of his life. Absolutely wonderful. No wonder his bloody wife had left him! That was the thought that crossed his mind as he looked over his schedule and it was the main reason that led behind him taking Sunday’s off. He was his own boss, he could afford to sit back after years of working hard to achieve what he had finally got. He just hadn’t expected to lose so much on the way to success. That was in the past though, he was surely over that. It hadn’t taken Théo much convincing to believe he was much better without his wife, the only thing the pair had ever been good at was arguing for peace and the last thing he wanted to do was bring Tégan up into a family where her parent’s bickered constantly. Ava had made the bravest choice and left him, maybe not in the most conventional way but she had the courage to do so, something Théodore couldn’t bring himself to do, despite how it would have benefited everyone if he had just done it when the road began to get rocky. Maybe he just wasn’t made out for commitment, maybe the only thing he could commit to was his club…No, he couldn’t believe that, there was so much more to him than that. With a sigh and running his fingers through the short black hair, his patience was growing thin as the older man, only by a few years, stood in front of him making a deal out of being served the wrong coffee. This was not what he came to listen to first thing on a Sunday morning. Bloody hell, he could still hear the music from the night before buzzing through his ears. No, he was not going to stand by a listen to this bullshit. So like any other normal person, Théodore skipped the queue, despite the fact that now he was the issue for the complaining man. “I’ll take a black coffee, please.” Digging through his pocket and pulling out a note, the moment his coffee came into sight and the coco beans filled his nostrils, he felt like a tank being refuelled and practically shoved the note into the cashier’s hand, “Keep the change…” Upon taking a seat in the café, falling back into his thoughts as he idly sat sipping on the roasting liquid, he could feel a pair of eyes lingering over him. Naturally, he ignored it for a good ten minutes but when his fingers began to itch and the muscle in his jaw clenched, his own pair of cerulean blue eyes scanned the area. Just as he was about to declare himself as a paranoid ass, his eyes clashed with a pair of moss green orbs which could have pulled him straight from his seat. Théo took a moment to analyze the young woman who sat at the table across from him. She seemed to be scribbling something on a pad…a sketch pad. That was interesting to say the least. He had very little reason to disrupt her, so Théodore continued to watch carefully, curiosity eating away at him. He found his time stuck to the chair becoming more and more difficult with every flick of her wrist and meeting the stranger’s eyes once again, Théodore leaped from his chair and took hold of his coffee. Just as he was about to turn towards the door, something stopped him, rotated him towards her table and pushed him forward until he found himself standing in front of the gorgeous brunette. “Hello,” He began with confidence or whatever he had left of it, god knows how long she had been gazing at him for. “The name’s Théodore but people call me Théo.” Continuing with his words, his own pair of eyes gazed around the café, curious to see if she was waiting on someone. Not anymore anyway. Théodore turned his eyes back to her before taking a seat in front of her and leaning over the table, coffee cup still in hand. “I couldn’t help notice you stared quite a lot in my direction and I’m rather curious to see what you’ve got there.” Smiling, Théo had never been one to go around the bush, instead he preferred to cut straight to the point, hopefully it wouldn’t offend her…much. tagged; nadya words; 830 outfit; here
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Post by nadya rhea eltsina on Oct 10, 2011 18:40:54 GMT -5
 The girl smiled and handed her money over to the barista who took her order and picked up her deathly sweet mixture of coffee. She turned and walked back down the length of the line, her jade colored eyes landing on a well dressed gentleman. Aren't we looking dapper... she thought to herself, smirking a bit. He was quite attractive, his hazel eyes standing out the most. Or were they blue? It didn't matter to her, either way they were strikingly beautiful. A hint of brown flecked across the top of one, perhaps that was what made them stand out so well. Oh, and his hair, his dark curly hair. If she could run her hand through his hair, she would be a happy woman. She continued on towards a table where she could keep him in her sites and pulled out a sketchbook. He seemed to be older but not too much older, late twenties tops.
She started with a relatively small and basic full body sketch, his outfit was just too nice for her not to include it, and then moved on to a more detailed sketch from the shoulders up. She had no problems staring at a stranger to fill her artistic muses but then again, she usually didn't let them know she was staring. She continued drawing him and chuckled every so often, his impatience with the ass of a customer that was in front of him growing thin. Nadya raised her eyebrows as he cut in front of the man and placed his order, his patience diminished entirely. Confidence, I like it.
Eyes followed him to a table, thankfully right across from her, just her luck! The man took his seat and merely sat, staring off as he lost himself to his thoughts. It was at times like this she found people at their best. If they lost themselves in thought, they made the best subjects. To her, there eyes seemed to change, giving off a variety of emotions. Of course this was very hard to capture on the page but she was up for the challenge. After quite sometime it seemed he had snapped out of his daze, perhaps not all the way, but enough to be a bit more observant of his surroundings. As she looked up from her pad, just finishing a bit of his tousled hair, his eyes locked with hers. She held his gaze, not one to shy away from awkward eye contact. She broke it eventually to continue with her drawing but when she looked up once more, their eyes met again.
The man jumped up and headed for the door and her heart seized with panic, she didn't want him to go just yet. Her pulse quickened as she saw him turn away from the door and head her direction. He stopped in front of her table and smiled, introducing himself. Théodore, how french. she mused, smiling a bit herself. She watched as he glanced around the cafe and then took the empty seat. “I couldn’t help notice you stared quite a lot in my direction and I’m rather curious to see what you’ve got there.” he stated, implying her sketchbook. She hadn't had many of her subjects ask to see her work before but it was sketches of him so he had a right to see. She slid the pad towards him and smiled, The name's Nadya, or Dya, if you prefer. Her accent was a strange mixture of russian and french. She'd been out of Russia for quite a while now but it seems that Russia wasn't out of her. Another lovely day in Paris. Nice one for a cup of coffee, hm? she asked, random small talk being something she excelled at. Sorry to stare, but you're quite fascinating. And looking incredibly dapper if I do say so. You can see understand why I had trouble looking away. So what do you do? she jumped right in, she wasn't about to let this meeting ne a bit of polite chit chat that would leave them to be quickly on their ways.
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notes; stole your template haha~
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Post by cole3 on Oct 10, 2011 19:41:21 GMT -5
It wasn’t everyday that Théodore approached a complete stranger to demand to see what they’ve been scribbling in their little black books but his curiosity got the best of him which was rather unusual for a man who was able to refrain himself better than anyone else he knew. Perhaps it wasn’t curiosity that trailed him to the young woman afterall, it could be anything. That anything was something in the pit of his stomach that twisted undeniably and for some reason or another, he felt like he needed to talk to her, a split second would do. He wanted to hear her voice at least, just to make sure it sounded as gorgeous as she looked….God, he didn’t just think that. What the hell had gotten into him lately?! The only conclusion Théo could come up with at that moment of time was that he was spending too many nights in that godforsaken club, even the fumes of the alcohol where intoxicating. Perhaps that was what it was, he was drunk! Yeah, he wished. That was merely impossible since he hadn’t touched a glass of alcohol in four days unless that was some pretty neat vodka in which, if it was, he was definitely rising the prices. The only reason he was jumping to these conclusions was because Théodore Dion never looked at a woman and felt the sudden urge to talk to her, at least if he ever did, he could manage to hold off for a good thirty minutes or so but not today, he couldn’t even sit in his seat in peace until he leapt towards her. Looking down at the stranger who couldn’t have captivated him any quicker, her smile was contagious and before Théo realized it, the corner’s of his lips twitched upwards and eventually he flashed him pristine teeth at her. Honestly, he hadn’t expected her to hand over her work so quickly but he accepted it none the less and dropped his cerulean eyes to the piece of work. Shaded onto the page was a man, who looked like the spitting image of him, who wore the same clothes as him and instinctively, Théodore reached out and ran his hand over his tie. She had sketched him, wonderfully if he did say so himself. The detail of his strong masculine features where incredibly accurate, as was the way she took care in sketching his tousled hair. There was no doubt in his mind that she did this for a living, she was too good to not be. Théodore couldn’t stop himself from flicking through the pages, studying her art with great care, amazed by the work he was seeing and it was only her voice that could tear his eyes away from the page and even at that, he was reluctant. Her voice though, a mixed accent clung to her words, one of French and the other of Russian perhaps, there was a distinctive sound to it, one that he couldn’t help but enjoy listening to. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dya.” Théo flashed another smile at her and his words were truly genuine. As unexpected as this meeting was, something told him he came to the right place at the right time. Placing her work down on the table, his blue eyes continued to trail over it as he raised his cup of coffee and brought it to his lips, allowing the warm liquid to slither down his throat, quenching his thirst. “Everyday is perfect for a nice cup of coffee, especially in a place like Paris.” His French accent stuck to his words as he met her eyes once again and this time, he didn’t dare pull them away. “You flatter me, I don’t think I’ve ever been described in such a way but I’m…honoured that you had taken time to sketch me. It’s not something I expect to come across everyday.” He couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he rested his elbows on the table, “You’re very talented, you must be professional. I take it you attended or still do attend La luminous, they’re a prestigious school and accept only the best and from what I’ve seen, these are close to the best sketches I’ve come across.” There is was, his charming side slowly but gradually revealing itself. At least he was still behaving normal instead of some dumb asshole who couldn’t get his words out of his own mouth. What Théo hadn’t expected was for Nadya to jump straight into conversation, but he liked her confidence, he welcomed it. “I own various night clubs in Paris, it’s nothing spectacular.” Shrugging off the question, he answered simply and truthfully. While he may earned a lot of money from the clubs, it was a tiring and stressful job and sometimes it just wasn’t worth the money. tagged; nadya words; 900 outfit; herenotes;your post was great! (:
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