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PERRY: breadsticks? 

Zek: u cant blame me

Zek: I told you about her eyeshadow

Zek: …will risotto be okay? :(

Zek: I'll just tell them my mother died

…[sighs impatiently] I don’t smile. 

[pulls out a cigarette and holds it between his teeth] Because you don’t at all sound like a suspicious character. 

[takes the gum and unwraps it] So. Hypoth-i-cly. 

The star dropped the pouch of dried marigolds at once and grabbed the human’s hands, lacing his fingers through hers. “Love, I understand your misery! Nothing distresses me more than waking up to such a ghastly sight—oh, but it is so easy to hide them.” His words followed rapidly, one after another. “You can slice cucumbers or raw potatoes and lay them over the eyes when you catnap. Rosewater or a mixture of lemon and tomato juice will do the trick as well. Just be sure to rinse the lemon off afterwards. And almond oil lightens the eyes. Hm, have I forgotten anything?”

Elizabeth blushed a little when he (Or was it she?  It was difficult to tell, and she worried about being rude and using the wrong gender pronoun!) complimented her name.  “Thank you, I’ve always liked it.  I haven’t seen too many people named ‘Ezekiel’, but I like that name as well; it suits you, I think.”

The Jedi princess nearly jumped as the stranger approached and admired her shoes; needless-to-say, she wasn’t accustom to the doting of strangers over her footwear. 

"Why thank you," AJ replied, with a small laugh. 

"My boots….uhmmm I really don’t know where my grandfather got them, but I can ask him and relay the information to you— if you’d like," she offered with a smile.

"I am Jedi princess Alyssa Liberty, and you my dear friend?" She returned, remembering her manners from Pittsburgh and curtsying before the dressed-up stranger.

"You would have loved the gardens in Pittsburgh, they were full of trellises and arbors with grapes and morning glories. I used to climb on them as a child," she breathed, reminiscing made her feel a tad homesick.

"I’m sorry Zek, I don’t drink. I never wanted to. I will have some grape juice if they have some. If you are too drunk, I’ll carry you across the room," the Jedi princess added with a teasing air. 

With a highly amused grin she answered, “noted. I shall take advice from you, so long as you do not prescribe too many pink and fluffy things.” Pink was too feminine for her and she would rather not wear it, so long as she could avoid it.

Seeing the star’s eyes peering out from under the smooth royal blue brim she smirked. In a southern like accent she cooed, “I should get  yah  a hat just like that partner.”

The jovial expression changed a bit when he mentioned the throne and describing it. The smirk sank into a dreadful frown and her head, which had been held high most of the night, drooped like a wilting flower. 

"I had a throne," she softly corrected him.. Her aquamarine eyes twinkled hesitantly as she continued, "well our throne room was huge.  Imagine this hall here and nearly double it in size." As she spoke she took a few steps towards the center of the room and she threw out her arms. It may have seemed as though AJ had gone crazy, but in reality, her photographic memory had taken hold of her. AJ was no longer standing in Narnia, but the walls of Pittsburgh’s castle rose around her as she slowly spun around.

Her aquamarine gaze seemed sharp yet distant as she motioned to either side of the room on her left and right.  There were roman like arches  all around the room,” she breathed in explanation.  

 Taking a few steps to her right she continued, “each of the pillars were made out of a delicate, cool, white, and black marble.  And in front of most of the pillars stood the most magnificent golden candelabras. The gold matched the room’s decorative trim. And there were banners cascading seamlessly between the elegant arches- banners with the insignias of my father and mothers family… but the closer you get to the seven royal blue and gold thrones, there are ones to represent my siblings and myself. But my favorite part…my favorite part of the room was the magnificent stained glass windows that surround the room. Oh, how I miss it. So many vibrant colors used to dance upon the floors…” Her voice shook ever so slightly as she spoke. There was a terrible sense of grief and misery that came with remembering things the way they had once been.

"The floor… oh the floor was done in the most spectacular white and gold tiles. But down the center….. down the center of the room and around the seven thrones there was a delicate sweep or red, white, and blue  carpet," suddenly she fell short, remembering that she was in Narnia and gushing on and on about something that Bram had likely destroyed by now. After all Bram delighted in taking everything that was remotely lovely and turning it into the most gut twisting hellish atmospheres.

Then placing a hand on Zek’s arm AJ whispered, “I’m sorry, I got carried away. I would loved to have taken you there, my friend.. but I doubt that Bram has maintained it’s beauty. It is likely nothing remains of the throne room as I have known it.”

"As you wish, I would be delighted to give you access to my wardrobe. I must warn you that I have stolen several of my brother’s outfits, but you can have access to my room at any time," AJ proudly confessed with a smile. 

With a laugh she added, “I have no doubts that a hairbrush can be your mighty weapon, just as the saber, bow, and blaster are mine. However, I must add, the people must feel safer around you and your brush than they do around a Jedi.” 

"Tell me Zek, what is your home like?" She patiently questioned. 

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"Never mind the wine," he answered easily. "Let's have juice. I've been talking with so many delightful creatures that I am positively parched. Naturally, love, pink isn't for everyone. Purple shadow will highlight your blue eyes better than a green. A bronze or terracotta would also do the trick if you prefer warmer colors. And I see military jackets with gold buttons and shoulder fringes."

Ezekiel began measuring Alyssa's shoulders and arms as he spoke rapidly in excitement. He did not have nearly enough patience to sew, but he knew people who could. It would be so fun to be in charge of the human's wardrobe for a day, or a week. "What do you think of backless dresses, if flouncy clothes are not to your taste? A floor-length red dress with a diamond-studded band low across your back would be ravishing."

The star listened attentively to the description of the wondrous room, cooing every so often in delight and rapture. "If you have so little faith in your butler, you can replace him with someone more capable of maintaining such a delightful chamber," Ezekiel exclaimed rather petulantly. "Do please let me see it, even if it has fallen out of its former glory. There is beauty in ruin and old things too, Alyssa love."

The star dropped the pouch of dried marigolds at once and grabbed the human’s hands, lacing his fingers through hers. “Love, I understand your misery! Nothing distresses me more than waking up to such a ghastly sight—oh, but it is so easy to hide them.” His words followed rapidly, one after another. “You can slice cucumbers or raw potatoes and lay them over the eyes when you catnap. Rosewater or a mixture of lemon and tomato juice will do the trick as well. Just be sure to rinse the lemon off afterwards. And almond oil lightens the eyes. Hm, have I forgotten anything?”

His question made her peel her eyes off of the wall she had been sizing up for the escape. For a moment AJ believed Zek was about to give her a helpful suggestion on how to get out of this mess. Her expression soured when he finished his inquiry. How could anyone be so casual and distracted in the face of death? Zek didn’t even seem to be concerned in the slightest about the impending death sentence about to be passed over their heads. Instead he was worried about acting, for the love of Tash, she felt really concerned about his inability to concentrate on the real issues.

Hearing his continuation, she tried not to roll her eyes in annoyance. “Sure Zek, you’d be wonderful,” she breathed hoping that Zek would understand that this was quite possibly the worst time to distract her.

"Just a little," she breathed in reply to his question of being loud. It was strange and rather new sensation having to strain so hard to keep her own temper in check with a friend.

She ground her teeth as she deflected several shots in their direction. Each blaster-bit hissed violently as it caressed the green blade of AJ’s saber, the contact spread sparks in every which direction as if a firework had exploded with a glorious projected spray of light.

"Well Zek, funny you should ask. Since my death warrant has been signed it does," AJ glumly but patiently replied. She had fights like this rather frequently since Bram had taken ownership of her father’s kingdom. As unpleasant as the struggles were to endure, AJ would never admit to enjoying the challenge of survival. It reminded her that she could be strong if only she had the courage to press onwards.

"I’ll try to remember that, that is if we live long enough," she breathed patiently, in spite of her not being overly concerned with her hair. She turned her saber to the wall beside them, carving out a hole just large enough for them to escape from. But if the firing of blaster-bits continued in their direction, she would have to take a less conventional approach.

As Zek drew close to her, AJ realized that she should have used another command. He was uncomfortably close now, but AJ decided she would overlook it. His continued talk about the hair made her smirk slightly, “you know anyone who cuts hair? Then you can have the pleasure of setting me up…. that is… once again… if we survive.

When she heard him pause and stumble, AJ couldn’t help but turn towards him. “Are you okay she immediately questioned. His reply about being alright made her smile softly.

Rather than be discouraged by her noncommittal answer, Zek launched into the subject with full force. “I would love to dab sequins gently onto the eyelids of a queen… no, a swan… a prince of frost, yes. The lights in the theater would refract beautifully when they strike those eyes. I could put some on you as well! Not a lot, perhaps a couple just at the corners.” The sudden burst of sparks startled him and Zek ducked more securely behind Alyssa. “Gold to go with the lovely blue in your eyes.”

His own eyes widened to saucers. “You have a death warrant? Do I have one too? Did you offend someone? ALYSSA love, I adore you, but did you wear corduroy and linen together?" The star pressed a hand over his heart. "I would never issue a death warrant for that, but it almost merits one."

He stepped very cautiously through the created hole, avoiding its red-hot edges. "Is that a promise?" the star asked enthusiastically. He latched onto Alyssa's arm. "I absolutely will find the best stylist for you!" Zek ducked behind her again as more things began flying in the air. "And we can lighten a few strands and give you highlights, again to bring out your eyes. Honey and vinegar would do it, and then of course there is olive oil to prevent your hair from getting dry."

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