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→ dominique dekker, || the ballerina. || tagged: eric, james, cora, bethany.
she finished reading a sentence and turned her head to him, the corners of her mouth turned up, inevitably, watching as he stepped out of bed- and she admired his messy curls and bright eyes, wondering if a thing such as that should or should be not considered a kind of art. closing the book, sending her beloved caspian and lucy to sleep, she informed that she was in fact, eager to break her fast, and observed that they were both in their pjs. " but i don't mind the people staring. i have a guess you don't, either. " smiling with complicity, she turned the door knob and went downstairs.
she arrived just in time to hear james' comment on his room mate, and it didn't fail at cheering her up. she said 'good morning' to them all, in a good manner, and went to look for something to eat. with dissapointment she noticed that there was not much being offered by the hotel, and decided to get satisfied with a cup of tea and toast with butter. she sat down at the table, and asked james, what was it that he did to deserve a stab threat. she imagined already it couldn't be anything serious, but she knew it would be a good laugh. she took a sip of her tea, awaiting for his reply. the tea was not good, however, she didn't grimace because of that, her mind was focusing right now, and realizing that she hadn't asked eric if he had slept well enough. it wasn't necessary to have asked him that, but she wished she had.
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