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shit my 100 year old great grandpa said | accepting

Andrei cannot help but burst into laughter. He is charmed–– the whole of him, body and soul–– by Natasha, and would have it no other way. He likes to see this side of her, too: full of wit as always, but sharp as well, and the slightest bit cutting. It shouldn’t surprise him that she has it in her. 

She feels the sudden stirring of air on her calves and the door cracks open. Her guest peers in, unannounced - she feels the gaze of large, dark eyes, bright and doe-like, reflected from the mirror and smiles to herself, twisting around slowly, completely aware that her hair, undone, ripples like waves across her bare shoulders. “Do come in, ma belle - no need to be shy.”

A sly smile plays at her lips. “After all, it’s nothing you’ve not seen before, is it? Peux tu m’aider, ma douce? There - ” She turns back toward the mirror and twists her hair up to the crown of her head, nonchalant, lets it stay there. “Put some pins in for me, won’t you?  Anywhere you’d like - I’m sure you’re wonderful.” Helene sighs and lets go, long, graceful fingers moving instead to the glittering gown draped across the chair. “I trust you completely, see? My husband is so clumsy at it.” She meets Natasha’s eye rather deliberately in the mirror as she adjusts the gold chain around her neck, touches her earrings to make sure they’re in the right place. “Oh he tries, I'm sure - but I find that I much prefer a woman’s touch on these kinds of things." She looks up at Natasha from beneath her lashes. "Don't you? Your hands are much softer.”

Alexander let out a small hum, setting the glass in his hand down on the table in front of him as he glanced over to the young woman. “Now,” the words left his lips before he had a real chance to think about them. It was a habit of his a problem, really. “Miss, I hope you don’t mind, but I need to ask your opinion on something.” 

“they do tend to do that,  don’t they?”   she has plenty of memories of her own father doing so:  church every sunday,  holidays when he’d found himself a little too drunk,  whenever the family would get together to celebrate a birthday.  some might find the trend to be annoying,  but amalia finds it endearing.  the mark of a father who truly cares  —  or,  in her own mind that’s what it amounts to,  anyway.   “amusing that so many fathers seem to have that in common,  isn’t it?  and too many of them don’t sing well,  either.”

The young woman smiled at the other before a giggle escaped her lips. A grin was on her lips as she nodded her head. A hand came up, running through her hair moments later. “I mean I was thinking about running out for some ice cream if you wanted to join me.” 

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