``not [just] another tourist ;; cordelia

[KASPER REPO LOVAAS]

The Duomo was an imposing building - a gothic cathedral towering over the rest of the city. It was beautiful, in a dark, luxuriously antique fashion. It was famous for its intricate architecheral details and stunning beauty, inside and out. Hardly something to be missed, both as a visitor to the city, and as one of the residents - even the ladies could be seen flitting amid the immense pillars, accompanied by their butlers, enjoying the sight of the building as much as the next tourists. It was a place of great interest for visiting scholars and they tended to indulge their time there, rather than anywhere else. Even the libraries decked out with myriads of fabulous about almost every subject on the planet, packed together under one, or more, roof. Such wonderful opportunities couldn't be ignored. Almost everyone had been to it before in the city. Almost.

The beauty of the cathedral was lost on Kaspar. He had never been one to really pay attention to detail - to pay attention to much, anyway. He had his hands in his pockets awkwardly, mingling with the tourists on the steps outside, eyes wide and round like dinner plates - though nowhere near the size, of course - staring up at the building with not a shred of comprehension in them. He blinked and tilted his head to one side, a blank expression on his face. He didn't understand the behemoth of a building in front of him and how the hell just humans had made it. Kaspar turned on the spot, face staying in the place as he just moved his feet, boots scuffing the steps. A tourist pushed past him, ramming into his shoulder and he was pulled out of his day dream. Blinking, he didn't bother asking for an apology and shook his head, before turning towards the building's entrance.

Again, the decoration was elaborate, but Kaspar walked straight past as if nothinghad happened. He absentmindedly tugged at the thick leather strap round his neck and was jolted as his fingers brushed the devce encased inside, a small charge sent through his fingers. Fortunately no one paid him any heed, and he was able to stumble again a wall, lean on it and rub his numb fingertips in the hem of his shirt. He bobbed his head at a couple of familiar faces as they passed, but said nothing. He wasn't one for words - his graps of language was poor att he best of times. Kaspar ran a hand through his thick hair, a little smile piquing the edges of his lips as he was pleased to find it was clean. He might have been clueless, but he was particularly hygienic. He had to be - he was a butler now, right? Kaspar shrugged and moved into the main dome.

He didn't look up at the ceiling, passing quietly by tourists gaping upwards and sliding himself down on an unoccupied bench. Kaspar fiddled with his fingers and chewed the end of his hair, tweaking the hem of his shirt - unbuttoned over the t-shirt underneath - and shifting weight. Of course he was nervous, he was meeting his lady, right? He glanced at the scribbly handwriting on his right wrist - he was left handed, but his handwriting was bad anyway - and made out the relevant words. Here - he scrutinised the plaque next to the bench - at this time - he glanced at a nearby tourist's watch and studied it until the man walked away - with her. Of course he was nervous, he was getting a lady, no? A smile flickered across his face and he rearranged his image. First impressions can last forever, they say.

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lyrics: pokemon
outfit: black jeans, combat boots and stripey longsleeved t-shirt with shirt over the top. olol.
muse: i'm on a boat - the lonely island
notes: finally xD

[CORDELIA ALESSA CHRISTIANA]

don't wanna kiss, don't wanna TOUCH.
{just smoke my cigarette and hush.}

Cordelia got to the Duomo early, so she had time for a cigarette on the roof before she met with her butler. She was nervous, sure. Not as much as most ladies were, but she wasn't really like most ladies. One might venture to call her a loner, she smoked, and wasn't the nicest person to accompany to, well, anything. This wasn't to say she wasn't popular- many a lady envied her exceptional beauty and charm, and she couldn't begin to count the number of men who wished to be her lover. She appreciated the attention, but it didn't bother her in the least. She was fine right where she was, a queen bee just watching and pitying others below her. Though to her, anyone and everyone fit that description. Hey, at least she was confidant.

She gracefully came down the stairs, popping a mint into her mouth to destroy any traces of nicotine. From her purse came a small bottle of expensive perfume, and she sprayed herself once. The smell was intoxicating, drawing the attention of boys that knew they didn't stand a chance. But she was meeting her Butler so she had to be presentable. Cordelia's eyes scanned the cathedral, and finally landed on practically the only man sitting alone. He looked good, she gave him that. She'd hoped for a beautiful butler, one she felt could at least match her in looks. This man succeeded, and Cordelia was pleased. "Thank god it's him, and not some loser." She smiled to herself. She'd have to keep her tongue when she spoke with him, so she made a mental note to not say such things aloud.

Cordelia walked over to him, more of a strut with her figure, and smiled. "I think you must be my butler, darling. I'm Cordelia Christiana, Dia for short." She put out her hand, the way a woman would to receive a kiss on the back of it. Not planning on anyone ever using her nickname, she felt the need to say it anyway. The two of them would probably be familiar with each other, so why not? "It's lovely to meet you." Cordelia's red lips formed into a smile, her perfect curls bouncing. She was dressed in tight jeans hidden in knee high boots with wedges, and her shirt was practically showing everything. It was all lace, except for the part which served to cover the bust-or maybe it was only a bra, knowing her- the sleeves reaching just past her elbows and the lace flowing out from under the bust like a princess's dress. Perhaps a little too...sexy, meeting her butler for the first time, but it wasn't as if she didn't have the body for it. Plus, she rarely dressed conservatively to begin with.

[KASPER REPO LOVAAS]

The watches the tourists wore were utterly useless. Chin cupped in one hand, Kaspar stared aimlessly into the crowds of visitors, all surprisingly hushed for such an enormous group. He tapped one foot. All their watches showed different times - that was something he still wasn't getting at all. Shouldn't they all show the same time? Kaspar''s forehead scrunched into a contemplative look - a very rare look for his face, in fact - which slowly drifted back to his more usual blank expression. Even the approach of clicking footsteps didn't wake him from his 'reverie'. He continued to be fixated on some unknown point in the distance that no one could see, but him. If there was actually a point at all. He blinked, the sound of heels approaching - probably with a woman atop them - got louder until it stopped beside him, and Kaspar snapped upright, glancing around in surprise.

"Huh?," the word bearly escaped his mouth when Kaspar found himself presented with a posh, upperclass looking lady is a somewhat revealing outfit. Not that he noticed - he was too busy looking at her face for that. All the other men within a hundred metre radius swivelled their heads to gawp or scrutinize her from afar, as if somewhat wishing she was their's. He simply sat dumbly, frozen to the bench as if he'd been caught in the act of having a smoke in a designated non-smoking area. Of course, Kaspar didn't smoke. Lighters and him tended not to agree - he remembered that too well from experimenting with them as a young teenager and, well, burning his own hair more than anything else. Stupider as he had been then. He rose to standing, annoyingly aware of the eyes on him, and not just this lady's.

"Ah....," he was a bit stuck for words. Kaspar pulled at the collar of his shirt a little, as if uncomfortable. "Please to meet you, Miss Christiana," he managed a bow, repeating the words 'remember your etiquette' over and over again in his head, nervously. The neame did ring a bell - that was good. "Pleased to meet you too," he continued, the words were well rehearsed, hence them actually sounding like a vaguely comprehensible language. For a couple of moments he stared at her outstretched hand, wondering what to he was supposed to do. Shake it or something? His eyes went between it and her face, expression half confused, half asking for help. He cleared his throat, and added in a slightly more familiar air that before - more natural, "I'm Kaspar Lovaas, at your service, madam," he struggled the last bit out but righted himself with a wide smile.

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outfit: black jeans, combat boots and stripey longsleeved t-shirt with shirt over the top. olol.
muse: beverly hills - weezer
notes: that song is totally his theme tune o3o

[CORDELIA ALESSA CHRISTIANA]

don't wanna kiss, don't wanna TOUCH.
{just smoke my cigarette and hush.}

Did he not know he was supposed to kiss her hand? Cordelia waited impatiently for a moment, before slowly and awkwardly retracting her hand from before him. "For future reference, Mr. Kaspar, it's polite to present a lady's hand with a kiss when you meet her." She half rolled her eyes, but smiled. Perhaps he was just teasing her to let her know he wasn't going to fawn all over her like other creeps. He couldn't actually be that stupid, right? Boy, was she in for a treat.

He had a proper name, not something plain or seemingly from low birth, and she liked it. Kaspar. It fit his features and hairstyle well. Cordelia loved to do that, associate how well a name matched a person. She'd never tell them out loud, but it was a sort of game she played. The girl supposed she would be fond of him, after all, he seemed like someone she could be proud to call her butler. Key word being seemed. To be honest, Dia expected he'd be wearing a suit or something, but perhaps she had an old fashioned view of how a butler should look. At least he wasn't dressed ridiculously. Then again, it wasn't wise to judge a book by it's cover, though she had the tendency to do that. Cordelia wasn't exactly wholesome or non-judgemental. To be blunt, she had often been described as a 'stuck up bitch'. However, the people that had said that had either shut up fast or weren't worth her time.

"So Kaspar, is there anything you'd like to do with me today? I didn't have any plans, aside from meeting you that is." Cordelia sat down delicately, beckoning her butler with one finger. "Sit, it looks rather foolish for you to stand there like an idiot while your lady is seated. Talk to me. What are your thoughts of me?" Yes, she was blunt, straight-forward, whatever word you'd like to call it. She wasn't the type to realize when the things she said were rude or harsh. Then again, Kaspar might not have even noticed.

[KASPER REPO LOVAAS]

"Ahh.... okay," Kaspar nodded eagerly as she retracted her hand, feeling a little silly for not knowing what to do. Or what refference meant. He was sure he had heard the word before but couldn't be sure. On the outside he were a simple smile, on the inside he was frantically mentally scrabbling for a meaning to fit her sentence. It was an odd thing - how much a simple sentence could confuse him. "I'll be sure to remember that for next time!" Whatever attention he had on the casual observers around them had gone and was focused on her - his lady. Cordelia Christiana. Dia. Such a long name - he was already struggling to remember it properly. She seemed nice enough, better than he was hoping for - possibly because her subtly harsher tone was lost on him - he had hoped so much to not get someone mean. That seemed to have been achieved so far.

"Uh," Kaspar shrugged, hands held behind his back rather than in his pockets. He had no idea what to do - he had rarely left the academy since he had arrived. "I didn't really have any... plans either, eheh. Whatever you want to do." Her choice, her choice. There, he thought in a relieved fashion, the choice is not my problem any more! I won't be disa-disappoi- annoying her for that. His passive smile stayed on his face, only faltering in a brief moment of confusion as she beckoned with one finger, eyes darting to the bench, before cottoning on and sitting down next to her - albeit a respectful distance away. He knew that much - ladies liked to have their own space around them. He sat sort of awkwardly, but, after a couple of seconds' thought, straightened his back and put his hands on his lap, where they wouldn't be a problem. Hopefully.

"Well.... you seem quite... accepting for a lady of your high standing," much as he would have loved to use the word 'social' he wasn't sure about the pronouncation and didn't fancy showing himself up at present. Completely missing the blunt edge to her words, he attempted to add a couple more things, not wishing to sound overly retarded. "Friendlier than a lot that I have met in the academy," Kaspar continued, trying not to get stuck on the last word, "and with a lot more open and down to earth than them too." It was then he had the awful feeling that once he finished, the topic would turn towards him. he didn't fancy that so much either. "But what about yourself? Please, tell me a little about yourself, I don't know a lot." Which was perfectly true, in more ways than one. If only she knew.

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muse: the undertaker - puscifer
notes: i have just realised how silly the colours on this look...... xD

[CORDELIA ALESSA CHRISTIANA]

don't wanna kiss, don't wanna TOUCH.
{just smoke my cigarette and hush.}

Kaspar seemed somewhat confused at what she said. Lost even. Then she remembered he might not have come from weath, maybe he didn't go to school. Of course she didn't want to assume, she really didn't know him well yet. Cordelia smirked, she'd just have to be more...clear with him. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, closing her eyes as long lashes fell against her cheekbones. Drawing back, she smiled. "Do that to my hand next time. Better?" She hoped he understood that time. She'd have to try rather hard to speak to match his vocabulary.

As he sat down, she got to view his profile, and it was just as good as the front. He was slender and his facial structure was exceptional. Very good for a woman who only wants beautiful things. When he said he had no plans either, she smiled. "Alright then, love, we can just sit and talk then. Get to know each other, yes?" Cordelia lifted a slim hand and rest it on his, which he had placed in his lap as she had hers jusT moments before. His skin was soft to the touch, and she couldn't help but leave her hand there. Kaspar was just so...warm.

Cordelia's eyes widened at Kaspar's words. Never in her life had she been described so...nicely. It made her cheeks turn a very light shade of pink, and she quickly looked down at her lap to hide it. "Th....thank you, Kaspar." And she truly meant it. Granted, he had never seen her act cold or cruel, but nevertheless his words made her feel special in a way. Hearing that from a man rather than an offer to take her home was refreshing in so many ways. Kaspar seemed very innocent to her, and it was very cute, in a way. "Oh me? Well I was born into wealth, meaning I'm rich. And...hm, I like the color red, and dressing nicely. I'm seventeen, I smoke cigarettes sometimes...I'm pretty average, I guess." She left out certain parts- the temper, vanity, lust for all things beautiful. But Cordelia just wanted to be a regular girl around him right then. If he found out she was a fraud later, then she hoped he'd still want to stay by her side as her butler. 'What about you? Tell me about yourself." She smiled, blissfully unaware that he'd been fearing this very moment.

[KASPER REPO LOVAAS]

Kaspar couldn't help going a little red as she planted - albeit softly - a kiss against his cheek. He was taken by surprise, but made no move to recoil or push her away. His reaction was to simply nod back in answer and didn't say anything/ He hadn't been quiet sure how to react, though his mind managed to process what was going on and what she intended him to do next time. Just, on her hand of course. She was dumbing down a little for him, he noted, but that filled him more with relief than annoyance - at least he wouldn't have to worry about understanding her. The vocabulary barrier had always managed to get him in society - he just couldn't keep up with it. Kaspar nodded again at her thankyou - she in turn looked surprised at it, but he couldn't imagine why. Surely other people would have described her so highly.

"Eheh, its a pleasure," he added, then waited carefully for her to talk about herself, interested. Attention span of a gnat as he had, he was trying to give her his full focus - and not getting distracted, which was no mean feat. "No, I'd say you were lucky - to be born into somewhere wealthy," Kaspar made light of the situation, equally ignoring his right hand at his fingers tugged at this collar again, sending a miniature voltage down his metacarpals. His fingers jumped, but otherwise he took no notice. Rich family. Able to have whatever she wanted. Smoker. Not caring for anything. It sounded like a perfectly fine walk of life and for a moment or two Kaspar wished it was the sort he had. He would have carried on in that daydream if it hadn't been for her next question. About him. He shifted uncomfortably - not wanting to answer.

"I, er, I'm pretty boring," he shrugged, smile still there but failing a little, "I'm nineteen, from Austria," Kaspar continued, trying to follow a similar format to what she'd said, "my parents are, uh, part of the military...," he disliked that part. Not that he was a peace activist or anything, only that he had always felt uncomfortable telling people. "I was, uh, supposed to go with them when I was eighteen, but instead they signed me to here," he sounded sheepish, which was true - he surprisingly enough knew all the reasons. Shifting again, he changed the subject hurriedly. "Anyway, you know more about round here than I do, I think."

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outfit: black jeans, combat boots and stripey longsleeved t-shirt with shirt over the top. olol.
muse: siamese song - remix
notes: lol soldier kaspar.

[CORDELIA ALESSA CHRISTIANA]

don't wanna kiss, don't wanna TOUCH.
{just smoke my cigarette and hush.}

Cordelia nodded softly. Weath was both a blessing and a cures. Being able to have whatever she wanted, to travel, all the luxuries she had been born into she loved. Her personality made her lust for more, and she would always get what she wanted. Clothes, designer handbags, the newest and best of everything...it was like a dream come true, so she couldn't exactly disagree with Kaspar. However, there indeed was a downside. "It is nice to have money, and be able to have everything you could ever ask for. But...sometimes I wonder if the friends I do have, or the lover's that I've went through, only talk to me because I have money." She sighed, wondering why she was opening up so easily. Dia supposed it was to be expected, he was her butler after all. Her first butler, when she was about thirteen, never got to really know her at all, and soon she asked for him to be replaced. Her second, the one she'd had up until a few months prior to attending Stella Fiore, was a different story.

His name she only liked to remember in passing, William. He started out the same as her first, Cordelia treated him like the dirt on her heels, always cold and almost cruel. Though as he'd continued to treat her with kindness and respect, she too became kinder. She could honestly say that it was her first real love. He was older than her, her only being fifteen at the time, while he was twenty-one. She loved him all the same. He was her knight in shining armour, her prince. But it seemed he was a devil of a butler, only hiding behind a smile and sweet words. It turned out, that though the two had began a forbidden romance- seeing as how she was far too young for him- it ended in tragedy. After almost two years of kisses and William finally telling her he loved her, it stopped with only a few simple words. "When I look into your eyes, I see nothing, I feel nothing. You were just a temporary relief from who I truly love. And her, you could only dream to touch." This woman was her sister, and the two are now happily married in England somewhere. She hadn't spoken to either of them since that day.

Cordelia's eyes unclouded as Kaspar began to speak of himself, and she gave him her full attention. "Oh the military? Well, I'm rather glad you didn't go, Mister Kaspar. Because I'm truly glad I met you." And she did mean that. It surprised her, seeing as that had been the first time she thought of William in a long time. However, she was glad he'd stirred that up. Despite his speech, and apparent idiocy, his innocence reminded her of her previous butler. The William that would always be her's and that her sister could never touch. The only difference was, her sibling couldn't have Kaspar. Not only was she far, far away, this time, Cordelia wouldn't let her even if she wanted him. She hadn't just lost her love, she'd lost her butler. And now Kaspar was someone that was her's alone, her butler.

Yes he didn't have proper speech or grammar. That did annoy the hell out of Dia at first. But then, though she'd neevr admit it, she realized she was more annoyed at herself for finding it so adorable. Kaspar seemed so innocent, almost in a child-like way, and she was almost thankful. That meant Cordelia could let her guard down, and just relax. Just be herself...eventually. It was a tad too soon for him to find out that she wasn't the sweet girl next door.