Elizabeth C. James, Emiliano Sebastiono Parisi
While Flint was busy with Emiliah, Elizabeth begrudgingly picked splinters off of the bar. She kept an ear out for an opportunity to rejoin the conversation, but one never arose. They were talking about something private she assumed, and Elizabeth didn't want to budge in.
Her frown kept, until she heard a friendly voice that made her straighten her posture and wish she had taken time on her hair. She turned to face Emiliano, who she thought had been in a drunken stupor, and smiled brightly. He was one of the closest friends she had here, besides Bobby-who she considered more of a father figure. Apparently, he was also the only other hunter here who knew her name. She picked up on what he had to say, and listened intently.
"Werewolves? You guys fought werewolves, and no one even considered waking me up for it? Typical, I never get to enjoy those types of things." She realized that her mood should've been somber after the words were already out of her mouth. Her mouth felt dry, and her cheeks turned a bright red.
"I'm so sorry about Senna, by the way. It must've been tough..."Emiliano shrugged lightly,
"Well, dangerous job after all... wish I gotten to know her better but the life of a hunter is short and uncertain as they say.", he took another swig of his whiskey and sighed,
"Though, the blow was softened by the new knowledge that the Digards are part werewolf... that was a shocker. I early buried a silver bullet in the back of Fenros' head heh.", he then looked at flint, rolling his eyes,
"And now his womanizing brother has shown up so... thats a thing.", he looked back to Elizabeth and made a fake gun to put to the side of his head,
"So yea... you also missed that."Flint! Elizabeth could've smacked herself, she had been so focused on Emiliano that she had forgotten about the charming boy behind her. He asked her where she had learned French, and to cater to Emiliano, she decided to reply in English.
"I had...lessons, back in the day. Nothing special, my mother was just really into it. So, about the amazing discovery all the other hunters made last night, are you okay?" she scratched the back of her head, not really wanting to discuss her mother or the manor she used to call home. However, she definitely wanted to talk about the Digard bloodline.
She glanced back at Emiliano, and tried to decide which conversation she wanted to be a part of. With a sigh, she gave Flint a brief smile and shook her head.
"You should go catch up with whatever her name was, she's probably waiting." with another quick smile, she gave her attention to Emiliano entirely.
"You know he could hear you right? It's not polite to call people womanizers, especially when they just faced a stressful situation."Emiliano smiled that Elizabeth had sent Flint away, apparently not as charming as he thought huh? And that was when Elizabeth told him to be more polite, and Emiliano gave a mock gasp,
"Impolite? Me? While I'm drinking? unheard of!", he chuckled at his own horrid comedy before sighing.
"Flint was not there Elizabeth. He arrived last night after all the excitement. Besides, I'm fairly certain while I was drinking whiskey last night Bobby said that all the Digard boys are part werewolf so... you know.", he shrugged playfully before continuing,
"And rude or not I ain't wrong... but lets get off the topic of the Digards, I'm a bit sick of hearing about them honestly. I like your braid, how much time did you spend on your hair today? Looks nice.", he really did not want to talk about the Digard family if he could avoid it.
Elizabeth giggled when Emiliano told all of his horrible jokes, not out of sympathy, but because she actually found a few of them funny. "You're so horrible," she feigned shock, but found herself smiling.
"Talking about others in one thing, but lying about compliments is another. I have never been so ashamed in you!" She fiddled with her horrible braid, trying to smooth down the strands that fell out of her loose knot. She couldn't believe he was complimenting her, and of all things he could have brought up, he chose her hair! The idea itself was laughable.
Emiliano cocked an eyebrow,
"Lying about a compliment? What I'm not allowed to compliment your hair? I'm not Flint, I'm not going to lie to make you feel better.", he chuckled, sure her braid may not have been great to most people but it was more effort than he put into his.
"I mean, I don't do anything but slick mine back with oil each morning. Just putting in any effort looks nice to me.", he said as he pulled off his hat, his slicked back oily hair and gesturing to it. He sighed,
"Fine you look... nice in general? Its to damn early to argue about how to compliment a woman.", he chuckled as he took another sip, before offering the whiskey to Elizabeth, "Always remember, its past noon somewhere."
Elizabeth looked down at the whiskey he was offering her, and she took it from his hands with a shrug. With a slight wink, she poured the bottle over her lips and made sure to only have a small swig.
"I don't want to catch whatever diseases you have, and by the way, Flint wasn't lying. You don't even know what he said, so you can't judge him." She passed the bottle back to him and stretched her shoulders as the whiskey warmed her body.
"Have you ever thought about learning French? They say it's the language of love you know." Or at least that's what the instructor tried to hammer into my head, she thought.
"Lingua dell'amore? Cosa c'è di più bello che la lingua del Santo Roma e Venezia ? Dove si può sentire l'amore nell'aria e giù ogni strada , l'odore di olive e vino fare cuori piangono .", he spoke in the language of his ancestors, taking her hand theatrically as he did before laughing and smiling at her,
"I don't have any diseases, sorry to burst your bubble.", he shook his head taking back the bottle and placing it down.
"Do I need to know what he said? I can guess he was either complimenting you, using flowery words, and asking you... something with the last one. As for if I wish to learn?", he shrugged, seemingly unsure,
"Hunters are always moving and I am certain not going to teach myself.", he looked at her, and guessed she had no idea what he had said,
"Would you like the translation?", he chuckled.
Elizabeth's face went blank as he spoke to her in Italian, she wished she knew what he meant. Her mother had been so intent on her learning French, she had never gotten to choose any other language courses until she was done with it. By the time she had finished though, her training had already taken over must of her free time.
"You have cooties, I know that for sure." she pointed at his lips and grimaced.
"I don't want to tell you what Flint said, it's personal, and until you let me teach you French I guess you'll never know." She crossed her arms, daring him to challenge her.
"As for whatever you just said to me, I don't think I want the translation. It's probably just another thing you say to every girl."Emiliano raised an eyebrow,
"Cooties eh? Deadly disease that one, known to... do whatever it does to girls.", he laughed at himself again. He pouted falsely,
"Ah what? Too personal? Come on!", then she mentioned teaching him,
"Let you teach me french? Well, if your offering I have no reason to say no I suppose... on the condition I get to teach you Italian, the far better language anyways. It'll make you forget all about French.", he smiled widely, but took on a more serious-like look,
"Are you certain? It really isn't something I say to... any girls.", he smiled sheepishly at her.
"You want to teach me Italian? The far inferior language? Well if it means I can teach you the advanced language of French, ainsi soit-il." She smiled fiercely, and leaned in close to him, her arms still crossed.
"First, tell me the meaning of whatever you just said, and then I'll prove that French is far superior. Do you have any paper on you?" She patted down her armor, but obviously came up dry.
Emiliano smiled as she leaned in and followed suit, lowering his voice as he spoke the translation,
"The language of love? What is more beautiful than the language of Holy Rome and Venice? Where you can feel love in the air and down every street, the smell of olives and wine making hearts weep.", he smiled as he finished whispering his little bit of poetry, and sighed as she asked for paper. He pulled out a small wad of paper, and smoothed it out, sliding it over to her, along with a small piece of black chalk.
Elizabeth's cheeks flushed red, and she cleared her throat before turning to her paper. She took the piece of chalk and twirled it around in her fingers. She shrugged before starting to write;
'Lorsque vous enfin traduire cela, vous avez probablement ne saurez pas ce que je fais référence, mais ce que vous venez de dire était belle . Merci ~ Votre Mentor, Elizabeth'. When she was satisfied with the note, she folded it and nudged it over to him.
"When you finally learn enough French to figure this out, you can read it. Write me one too, if you want."Emiliano stared at the letter like it was some alien piece of architecture and sighed,
"Well, you have successfully hooked me... and I believe I will write my own indeed. Though it will be far shorter.", he took up the chalk, writing his own short message,
Mia cara Elisabetta , per il momento si può leggere questo io non sono certo come si pensa di me, ma ... mi vuoi sposare ? il vostro insegnante , Emilano Sebastiano Parisi, and smiled, handing it back to her,
"You hold onto it. I am likely to lose it.", he laughed at himself.
"I'll keep it safe, it better not be a nasty joke, because I'm very intrigued." She took the paper and folded it carefully, before tucking it into a small leather coin-purse she had on her person. She was itching to figure it out, and figured going to a translator, but that would obviously be cheating. Knowing Emiliano, she figured it was a joke about the situation they were currently in, and she would be disappointed if it was. With a yawn, she playfully punched Emiliano on the shoulder.
"So what are your plans for the day?"Emiliano shrugged, but smiled,
"Eh, thought I would walk around town, maybe head to the woods for some training or a picnic or something, who knows... why want to come along? We could kick start our lessons.", he chuckled, wanting to get started, figuring the faster she learned Italian the better. He laughed,
"Or you could go talk French with Flint Digard all day if you'd prefer.""I would be honored to join you in the woods. Training sounds fun, and I'm sure lessons with you wouldn't be horribly boring. As for Flint, he can go chase the tail of Emiliah. I'm sticking with you until I can read that note." She got up from her bar stool, and held a hand out for Emiliano.
"Come get me in an hour, no, half an hour. I'll pick up some fruit from the market, and you can honor me with some delicious finger food." She giggled at her own expense, and her smile was laced with something flirtatious.
Emiliano joined her in her laughter, and cocked an eyebrow at her flirtatious smile, taking her hand and standing,
"I won't disappoint miss Elizabeth, I am a fine connoisseur of finger foods.", he jokingly stood straight and appeared to look about rather snobbishly before laughing again,
"Half an hour it is My lady.", he mockingly bowed to her before moving to get what he was going to need.
