“Then this issue is settled between us?” Vasia inquired and after a gentle headshake from Olympia pressed a kiss to her friend's palm. “I do love you, Olympia.” Vaisa picked up her gss once more, draining the remaining contents. “Let’s speak to this gentleman and then we can head out to this surprise birthday party.” She ughed, “Though I don’t know what year I am celebrating.”
“You are nine hundred and eighty-seven, My Queen.” Olympia gave Vasia a half-smile. “I love that the numbers are in reverse order, it’s a funky quirk.”
Standing up, Vasia straightened out her leather thigh-high skirt and plucked her sweater from the chair. “You realize that I won’t recall by the time we get back to the museum. It’s not high on my priority list.”
“Very aware, Your Highness.” Olympia immediately stood up and helped Vasia wrap the sweater over her shoulders once more. “Don’t think about it, I’ll remind you when it’s time.” Once Vasia’s needs were filled, Olympia took the time to look herself over. Typically dressed as though she were a bck ops security guard in dark-colored combat uniforms, upon Vasia's insistence she'd donned one of her egg-colored dies' skirt-suit complete with a deep red rose over her left breast. Irritating her the most was the loss of her well-worn leather boots in favor of a set of uncomfortable bck ptform shoes. In short, she looked like a lovely dy and not the soldier she wanted to be.
-Human, walk like a human.-
Vasia reminded herself as she turned away from Olympia in her knee-high bck-buckled ptform boots and purposefully made enough noise with the heavy heels to dispense her illusion. Normally Vasia wouldn’t give a second thought to moving and acting human since for the most part it came as natural as hunting. Happy as she was, Vasia knew she ran the risk of being overly excited due to both the beautiful music and her premonition and decided to remind herself to do basic human things; Breathing, walking with sound and not being overly fluid in her movement. “Let’s see about my new pianist, dear friend.”
“Following your lead, Highness.” Olympia buttoned her jacket and kept careful watch on anything that moved as she followed a step behind Vasia. Happening to spot the way Vasia’s hips and bottom swayed in the leather skirt, Olympia took a second to admire her queen and crack a smile. “If I didn’t say it before, I’m saying it now.” Olympia took a hitched breath in, “You look fantastic this evening, Highness.”
Laughing lightly as they approached the musician, Vaisa whispered loud enough that only Olympia could hear what she said. “If you’d said that before we left, I might not have gotten dressed in the first pce and we’d have gone hungry tonight.” Vaisa sauntered within the man’s comfort zone and touched his shoulder while he flipped through his pages of sheet music.
Largely focused on the book that sat above the keys on the piano he jumped when Vasia lightly touched his shoulder. “Oh!” He sat up straight when he noticed the two dies. “Fine evening, I am sorry..” He stood up, “I-I wasn’t expecting company.” Despite the fact that part of him was instinctively petrified, it was their perfect beauty that held his attention and refused to let him leave. “I-uh…” He gulped and began to shake lightly, “I-I’m G-G-Giorgos P-P-P-Petroulis.”
Accustomed to her presence among the living, Vaisa dismissed the captivated look in Giorgos brown eyes. “Please, Mister Petroulis…” Vasia shifted her weight to her right side and flipped her curly hair with her hand. “You are turning ten shades of red, when I am the nervous one. Before long I will be as crimson as wine.” She batted her twinkling eyes, “All I wanted to do was ask you a question and...” Vasia sensually puckered her bck lips, “...touch those magically gifted fingers.”
Unsure of what had overtaken all of his senses and desires, Giorgos first offered his hands to Vasia. “Um..”
“Highness, did you-” Olympia tried to ask before being immediately interrupted by Vasia.
“No.” Vasia calmly cut off her Seraphin and collected Giorgos hand into her own. “Such a vibrant life within your slender fingers, Giorgos.” Vasia slowly traced the man’s long lifeline that went from the top of his palm and around his thumb. Detecting the increased speed of his heartbeat, Vasia stepped between Olympia and Giorgos. “Giorgos, who composed the piece you pyed for everyone a few minutes ago. It sounded like a keyed fairy-tale, and took me to another pce.”
Taking a few steps back from Vasia and Giorgos interaction, Olympia became aware of how hungry she was the moment his heart began pounding and she caught whiffs of his sweaty excitement pulsing through his lustful blood. “Thank you, My Queen.” While Olympia knew that she was not in any danger of delving into a blood frenzy, she acknowledged that Giorgos blood had attracted her in a way that many others had not. Determined to resolve the heavy leftover burn in her throat, Olympia grinned when she spotted Maia close by. “With your leave, My Queen, I am going to…speak with Maia.”
“Excuse me, Giorgos.” Vasia twisted to get a good look into Olympia’s bloodstone-flecked eyes. “Of course my lovely Olympia. I trust you will not go far, you never do.” She resumed her intense moment with Giorgos. “Where were we? Oh, yes. You were going to tell me who that composer was so that I might listen to more of their music.”
Finally able to think beyond the tantalizing touch that Vasia offered, Giorgos beamed and hastily answered, “I did, I did. Ma’am.”
Taking a moment to kiss both of Giorgos cheeks lightly in greeting, Vasia finally introduced herself. “Oh my...” She released Giorgos hands and pced them over her chest, “...Ma’am is so formal.” She bowed politely to Giorgos, “I am Doctor Vasia Kddopili, forgive me for not saying so before.” She looped her arm through Giorgos and began walking towards the boardwalk. “Not a medical doctor, I am an archaeologist with a deep-rooted love of the piano.” She stopped and circled her cwed finger around Giorgos chin. “What would it take for you to come to work with me in my museum?”
Completely taken in by Vasia’s easy personality and soothing voice, Giorgos quickly answered. “I-I-I py here for free…” He ran his hands through his frumpy bck hair, “My job is honestly working in the marina, but..but…” He looked absolutely delighted and finished, “...I would love to quit and perform all the time. It’s a dream, Doctor.” Giorgos ughed, “I have pyed piano since I could reach the keys. My mother always tells me I am a natural.”
“It’s settled then.” Vasia gave the blushing man a kiss on the cheek and left a light bck print behind. Unwrapping herself from Giorgos, Vaisa opened her purse and pulled a small coin free and handed it to her musician. “Come to the main entrance, not the museum entrance and ask for Elisavet Ballea, then show her the coin.” Vasia winked, “You do know where the museum is, right? We’ve been open quite a long time.”
“Yes, Doctor. My family frequents the historical section quite often. We even have a yearly pass.” Giorgos offered and held onto the coin like a cherished token. “May I keep the coin after I show it? I want to always remember this moment.”
