To Natalie, for the addition of feels while I was experiencing the spark for this story.
powered by: last Friday after we watched The Amazing Spider-man 2 and went to the best restaurant (in my opinion) in Kathmandu because it doesn't feel like Kathmandu there and I didn't like the people we were with, The Amazing Spider-man 2 lol and I was always Team Mary Jane but just. that. ending., Dane Dehaan and Asa Butterfield's eyes
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legend:
Eglantine | Kristoffel
-I don't like them.
-Why?
-I don't like this place.
-Why?
-I don't like the way you're dressed up like them, prim and proper, just to blend in with them, how your dark blond hair is straight like Julian Assange's, how your glasses are gone so that your blue eyes pierces laser holes everywhere, and how you look at me so stolidly.
-Why?
-I don't like the way you ask me "Why?" after I say things, either.
-Oh, please. You got me there. (laughs)
-Thank God, you're not so stolid anymore. Leastways, is the lemongrass panna cotta they circulate among the tables as a dessert suited for the liking?
-(muffled munching) They are very good, Madame I-don't-like-being-in-this-party-nuh-uh.
-Hear me, young arrogant Steijns. My name is nothing else but Eglantine Kierkegaard. I am not French.
-Ouch, don't call me names, or my family name! I am a clear eleven months older than you, Eg, and you so obviously want to go to some library outside although it's nine o'clock in the evening rather than sit with me and our very dear aristocrat friends.
(attention is directed to the sort-of stage adorned with green vines and glistening white flowers)
-Not my friends, Kristoffel. I only came with you because you asked me. As your very dear friend I had to oblige.
-I.L.Y.
-Shut up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us commence the dance in honour of Miss Aravis' seventeenth birthday."
("The Blue Danube" begins to play)
-"Donau so blau, so schön und blau, durch Tal und Au, wogst ruhig du hin, dich grüßt unser Wien, dein silbernes Band knüpft Land an Land, und fröhliche Herzen schlagen an deinem schônen Strand!"
-(whispering) You're such a trilingual Dane. Come on, Eglantine, let's go up there with Aravis dancing with her brother before anyone else!
-How dare you. First you ask me to go with you to this ball which happens right when the UEFA Champions League finals kick off. Then you ask me to...dance?!
-"A friend loves at all times." Let's go. (grabs Eglantine's hand and runs towards the dance floor)
-(shouting above chatter of fellow ballroom dancers) I cannot dance!
-Aw, look at Peter over there, with Mary Jane. They can't dance. I ship them already.
-Tss. You like Mary Jane.
-And you Peter.
-Whatever. They've been shipped. (mouths) I do not!
-Heh. (dances an impressive dance move)
-Don't desecrate this song! Ugh, it is cold.
-Lol. Here, take my coat.
-Dankje wel. What... you look exceptionally better without this hideous, aristocrat-y coat.
(Kristoffel blushes) ("The Blue Danube" is replaced by "Mas Que Nada")
-Samba?!!?!
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