Log; Ongoing

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When; Thursday afternoon
Rating; G
Character;  Lukia Cromwell blood_kimono and Giovanni 60_08
Summary; After an interesting chat on the network the two decided to meet.
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It was a pleasant day. Lukia had gotten rid of the strange head ack from this morning and had on a very nice kimono. She looked elagent as she waiting for Giovanni. A butterfly came to rest on her finger as she did. "hello little one." she said warmly to it. "Will you wait with me?"

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The sun wasn't quite the right shade of the day, a light overcast blue hanging quietly to a thread of pink near the horizon.

Poetic as the line may be, Giovanni had felt it fit.

Lady Lukia Cromwell - the name itself said enough. She had intrigued him by her questions and civility, and had touched a nerve with her last few serious questions, before they indulged in blithe flirtation with amusement.

She was interesting, and more importantly, she was polite. And she had given him the privilege of calling her by her first name, which was as much a gift as anything anyone can give after a first meeting.

Or first discussion, in this instance.

She lives in the Opera House, she had said. And so Giovanni made his way there, doing his best to avoid the stench of the city that displeased him, and he imagined it would displease her too.

He was for the afternoon with Lady Cromwell.

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Lukia smiled at the name. "It is good to meet you face to face Giovanni." She held her hand out for him to do with what he liked, the butterfly had flown and landed on her hair, seemingly not wanting to leave her side. "Was is a pleasant walk here for you?"

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"A delicate walk, Lukia."

She was well-dressed, as expected. And she was surprisingly pleasing to the eye, despite his initial idea of her being, well, bland.

He took the hand she offered, placed a chaste kiss over the knuckles, and held his arm for her to hold to.

"Shall we?"

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Lukia's small smile was very present on her face.

"Yes, I have been looking forward to our walk in the garden."

She placed her hand on his arm gingerly.

"I wonder what type of flowers we shall see."

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Giovanni took the lead and walked in the general direction of the gardens. He'd taken walks in his own time, and knows his way a bit well.

The butterfly was still in her hair.

"There's a butterfly attached to your hair," he pointed out. "Would you want me to brush it off?"

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Lukia acted like she was trying to look at the butterfly, which she knew she could not do.

"Oh no, they follow me around a lot."

A small laugh escaped her lips, the butterfly leaving her hair on its own, but trailing behind them.

"I am glad to have the company on my walks."

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"It's an interesting thing, that insects follow you the way they do."

One could say butterflies weren't insects, because of their much-praised appearance, but Giovanni wasn't one for fragility, despite his interest in it. Butterflies were fragile - they break easily.

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"No, not all insects follow me, just the butterflies."

A slightly sad look came over her eyes.

"Where I come from it is believed that the souls of the dead come and visit the living in the shape of a butterfly. I have no idea why they have chosen to follow me."

She really didn’t, and she actually rather they not sometimes. When she was alone; and the ticking would enter her head; the butterflies would remind her of watching her mother fall to her death.

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Butterflies.

And in his mind's eye Giovanni caught a small flicker of falling, and a touch of sadness, and was that the word "mother" floating by? Giovanni knew the silences of a subconscious thinking pattern. Would know it well and live in it, as he often does.

But she was silent. And she was here for company, as he was.

"The gardens. Here we are."

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In her thoughts Lukia had not noticed them getting close to the gardens. Seeing them made her think of happy times.

"They are quite nice. Gardens are meant to holding secrets."

It was an off-handed comment. Lukia had her small smile gracing her face again as she walked forward into them.

"Do you have a favorite plant Giovanni? I rather like columbine myself."

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Gardens are meant to holding secrets.

Giovanni smiled to himself.

"Do you plan on making one here, Lady Lukia?"

It was a comment made to tease, really. But she was pleasing and he was pleased - and he abuses the word so often, doesn't he.

"I've no favorite plant - I don't know many of them, having lived in cities all my life," he answered. "The only plants I know are the ones I eat."

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"Maybe some day." The thought of that being a bad thing was not one to enter such a pure mind.

She looks at the wonderful plants that lay around her. They all made her smile. She turned gave him her warm small smile.

"I would be happy to tell you about them. The flowers, most of them have been given a meaning by some person or another."