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March 31, 2003
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Trump Contact with
Merlin..
To the image of Merlin,
Yosannah says "Corey?"
The image of Merlin smiles. "Hey
there."
To the image of Merlin, Yosannah says
"I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
The image of Merlin's eyes narrow
slightly. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"
To the image of Merlin, Yosannah smiles,
"Absolutely not."
The image of Merlin smiles again. "Just
checking."
She holds out her hand...
Obscurely Lit Chamber -- Banished
Sun...
Merlin squints slightly as he appears,
looking over the room. He gives Yosannah's hand a gentle squeeze
before releasing it. "So how are you?" he asks.
Yosannah's gaze lingers on his hand, "I
was at Avalon last night. For the first time. I had hoped to see you
there. But, unfortunately..."
Merlin's brows lift a bit. "Avalon, huh?
For the celebration?"
Yosannah smiles, "Yes. It was a nice
time. Though, now that I think of it, I'm sure you would have been
kept occupied."
Merlin's nose wrinkles slightly. "Very
'official' sort of night, I bet, right?"
Yosannah hmms, "In a manner, yes. I did
happen to have a very nice gown, however." She shrugs, "Your loss."
Merlin frowns slightly. "I'd intended on
going, actually. I just... I just sort of wavered at the last minute.
It feels funny every time there's a coronation, whether it's in
Avalon or the Courts..."
Yosannah slides out of her jacket and
tosses it onto the bed, "What do you mean?" She wanders toward a
dresser, opens it and fishes out a pair of jeans. She props a hand
against the corner of the bed as she steps out of her shoes, kicking
them toward the nightstand. First one and then the other.
Merlin wanders off a few paces, exhaling
audibly. He raises his hands, lacing his fingers together behind his
head as he walks. "I don't know... I sometimes wonder what I've given
up."
Yosannah sits at the edge of the bed now,
rolling stockings down over her ankles. She throws these in the same
direction as her shoes. She looks over her shoulder at him, "I
thought..." She frowns, "Aren't you happier now?" She unfolds her
jeans, flicking them in an effort to force out any wrinkles from the
fold-line.
Merlin unlaces his hands and spreads his
arms, shrugging his shoulders.
Yosannah licks her lips in consideration.
She furrows her brow, watching him, "I've been here a while now...
well, not a long while by your standards to be sure." She holds the
jeans in her lap, "You're all so restless. And you," She offers a
light smile, "You've always been on the edge of something waiting to
happen. What is it that you're waiting for, Corey?"
Merlin swivels. "I don't know. Something.
I suppose I'll know when it happens, won't I?"
Yosannah tugs at her lower lip with her
teeth as she smiles, nodding, "I suspect you will." She steps into
her jeans, pulling them up and under her skirt, "Remember the little
people though, will you." Once that is accomplished, she unzips the
skirt and lets it fall to the floor.
Merlin smirks and rolls his eyes
slightly. "Oh, how could I forget?"
Yosannah lifts the skirt from the floor
and sets it at the edge of the bed where she also sits back down, "I
don't know." She answers, "Things happen." Is she serious? "You know.
I went to that thing hoping to entice you into a dance. That's
incredibly inappropriate, isn't it?" She expertly changes the
topic.
Merlin drifts over, his hands folded
behind his back. "Incredibly."
Yosannah sighs, "I must be mad."
Merlin smiles. "Must be."
Yosannah rests her elbows on her knees,
"You're teasing. I hate that."
Merlin waves a hand. "I'd
never."
Yosannah leans back, resting her hands on
the bed, propping herself up, "Can I drop a personal tidbit on you."
Merlin tilts his head back a bit, looking
upwards. "That depends on how heavy it is..."
Yosannah smirks, "It's important enough
that I feel the need to tell you." She exhales, "I broke my
engagement last week. My two year engagement." She raises a hand to
her brow, "I can't even believe it when I say it."
Merlin's chin lowers again, and his brow
furrows slightly. "You did?"
Yosannah grinds her teeth, nodding her
head once, simply, "Yeah. And before you hear it somewhere else," She
smiles at this, "because I know you're hip to the rumor circle, that
despite this flirtatious friendship that we have, it has absolutely
nothing, zero, nada to do with you."
Merlin raises his hands in front of him.
"Hey, I didn't say anything," he says, "Do I look that
self-absorbed?"
Yosannah frowns, "I didn't mean
that."
Merlin says, "So what does it have to do
with, then?"
Yosannah considers, "I have..." She
shrugs, "Issues. It's really that simple. I mean, think about it.
I've got no business having a family when I could quite possibly be
Typhoid Mary." She sighs, "And so I told him so. And, naturally, he
told me that we should be able to work through it 'together'," She
exagerates that word,"But there's no working through something like
that. And I'm just not able to face the whole idea of it right
now."
Merlin's lips purse faintly. "There's
always going to be issues, you know. Every one's got
issues."
Yosannah closes her eyes as she shakes
her head at that, "Okay, Damen. Let's go over it again and again."
She opens them, "I'm just not strong enough anymore, apparently. And
I didn't tell you so you could advise me, Corey. I just wanted to
absolve you of any guilt in advance." She chuckles, "Of course, now
that's me being self-absorbed now, but so be it."
Merlin splays his hands. "All right, if
you say so."
Yosannah's gaze falls to the floor as she
nods. Suddenly she doesn't appear quite as convincing.
Merlin exhales, stepping over to sit on
the edge of the bed. "So," he says, announcing that he's going to
change the subject. "Did you run into any more of my relatives at
that little party?"
Yosannah smiles, "Well, not too many now
that you mention it." She hmmms, "Though, I'm not so sure I know all
of your relatives. There was a blonde there who seemed to be of some
special significance." She tries to recall, "What did he say her name
was... Flora?"
Merlin smirks slightly, his head tilting
back a little. "Yes. Flora."
Yosannah tilts her head to regard you,
"She was very..." she searches for the right word,
"Bubbly."
Merlin nods. "That's putting it
mildly."
Yosannah chuckles, "In any event, I was
encouraged to introduce myself, but she was off before I had the
chance." She shrugs.
Merlin smiles. "Well, you might have been
lucky there. She's been known to talk a few ears off."
Yosannah lifts her legs out before her,
stretching her toes, "I could gather." She lifts her wrist eye-level,
"It's getting late, you didn't have plans, did you?"
Merlin's lips purse faintly. "Mm...
There's something I need to check in on tonight, yeah."
Yosannah is disappointed, "Oh no.
Really?"
Merlin nods his head. "Mm
hmm."
She wonders, "Where?"
Merlin chews at his lower lip a moment.
"Mm. Back towards the Courts."
Yosannah guesses, "Okay, you don't want
to say..." She offers, "I was hoping you'd, I don't know. Stay the
night." Very subtle.
Merlin's lips purse faintly, and he lifts
a hand, absently scratching at his beard. "Well..." he murmurs, "I
suppose it could wait until the morning..."
Yosannah lets a smirk escape the corner
of her mouth and she tilts her head in effort to conceal it from him,
"Well, I'm glad that didn't resort in me having to twist your arm."
She turns fully to face him, "Saves a little of my pride."
Merlin smiles slightly. "Mine too. Even
with no one around to see me get put in an armlock, I'd rather avoid
the scene, really."
Yosannah leans nearer, as if she might
kiss him. She offers lightly, "I'm not so sure I'd go that far," she
appears to be testing his reaction at her closeness.
Merlin nods slightly. "Lucky for me," he
says, slowly closing the remaining distance and kissing her,
preemptively.
Yosannah tenses briefly at the unexpected
gesture. As her body relaxes, she slides closer, pressing herself to
him. A light smile plays on her lips and she notes in a whisper,
"Your beard. Tickles."
Merlin's arm slips around Yosannah as she
slides in to him. "Again with the beard."