Lyssandra Vance (lysdexia) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-06-05 16:34:00

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[Santiago]
All right, so she hadn't exactly meant to show up at Santiago's door, but when she'd apparated that's where she'd ended up. Right, that was her story and she was sticking to it. It wasn't like she couldn't go to Richard or to Priyaranjan, but Santiago seemed like he'd at least be the most sensitive about it even if he was the one who'd probably take it the worst.

Maybe that was the reason she wanted to tell him first -- just to get it over with. Besides, she had a sneaking suspicion that the other two boys already knew one way or another -- Richard was a sneaky bastard sometimes. She frowned, rubbing her hand over her face once more (Merlin, she was puffy and red and disgusting) before she lifted her hand up to knock. Lyssandra wasn't exactly sure what she was planning on saying once Santiago (if, if) Santiago answered the door, but it had to be better than freaking out privately.

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curador
2008-06-05 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Oh, his mood was oh-so-splendid. He and his novia (sim, novia--girlfriend) were really. Really. Really good. And cute. And adorable. Okay, so maybe it was more that Jolene was all those things, but Santiago was at the point where he would not be above sickeningly sweet public displays of affection. Yes, he was in that stage of their relationship, and deus did he not care.

He peered through the eyepiece as he tied back his hair back. A frown quickly formed at the sight of Lyssandra's distraught face and Santiago quickly pulled open the door.

"What's wrong!" he exclaimed, pushing the door open wider and putting a hand out to Lyssandra's shoulder to usher her inside. She was rarely a woman to get worked up enough to cry, and suddenly his mind went back to her odd comments about tequila. Had she gotten pissed and done something stupid?

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lysdexia
2008-06-05 11:53 pm UTC (link)

She was more than relieved that Santiago answered the door. When he put the hand to her shoulder she slid easily into the house and frowned to herself, rubbing her hand through her hair. It actually took her several moments to even work up to saying anything at all. She huffed quietly.

"I am so fucking screwed, Santiago," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. And oh, Merlin, she was going to throw up. That would just take the cake, wouldn't it? She hiccuped quietly and wrapped her arms around her waist. There was no reason that he should have to be confused any longer than he had to, so she blurted out after a moment, "I'm pregnant."

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curador
2008-06-05 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"You're what?" he shouted, not--angrily, no, it was obvious that it was from shock, and Santiago shut the door behind her quickly, following her into the house with his arms up in confusion. She was pregnant? She was--Lyssandra was pregnant?

What was with the women in his life and getting pregnant? It was not that fun of a thing! Of course, he adored his nephew, pero Jesus Cristo, babies weren't just---

"When! I mean---I---how far along are---who? Who is---" his mouth shut quickly; even though Santiago knew Lyssandra was a bit more of a free-wheeler with her sexual escapades than he would like, he still did not want to point out that she could not know the answer to that---deus.

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lysdexia
2008-06-06 12:03 am UTC (link)

Oh, oh Merlin, he was going to have a heart attack. She'd have to go back to the hospital again today and bring in their Chief Healer and they'd be fucking pissed at her. Lyssandra shot him a sharp look when he asked who the father was -- yes, she knew that she had more partners than he did, but honestly --

"Waldo Quirke," she answered evenly, "One of the fucking Hobgoblins. And yes, I'm sure about it." She'd been going through something of a dry spell - almost a month without sex, then Waldo, and nobody afterward ... well. She was definitely sure.

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curador
2008-06-06 12:23 am UTC (link)

A strangled sound left his throat and Santiago nearly melted against the wall he found himself leaning against. Waldo Quirke? The Hobgoblin? Holy mother of Christ, that was the last person he'd been expecting, she'd been talking about that Russian nut from the journals and even then---

"At the concert!" he realized quickly, going back to the conversation he'd had with her over drinks the other night (drinks! She was pregnant and they'd had drinks!) about how entertaining the Hobgoblins performances were---oh.

"Lyssandra!" he let out, unsure of what to say at all, because not only was she pregnant, she was pregnant with one of the most famous people in the wizarding world! She just had to go and do it to the tenth degree!

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lysdexia
2008-06-06 12:29 am UTC (link)

"Santiago! Yelling at me is not going to make anything better!" She watched him melt against the wall and had to fight not to do the same -- she put a hand out and rested it against the wall so that she didn't and frowned at the man.

"It's not like he even cares! He accused me of -- fucking stealing his sperm or something fucking horrible like that -- who does that?" Lyssandra swallowed thickly and muttered something to herself that had to do with the one time she forgot half her potion because she'd been running out the door. It was obvious that she was very upset by the fact he'd accused her of doing this on purpose.

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