[{Ixi}]Strands of Light

[lukasfalke]

The ring of his alarm clock awoke him from his dreams with it's incessant beeping. Beep BEep BEEp BEEP! He through it against the wall, breaking it instantly and denting the wall of his condo. He sat up and swept his leg over the side of the bed. His head felt like someone was hitting him with a sledge hammer, and he held it in his hands...God almighty, I had waaaay to much last night. Where are the fucking Rollmops... The raw fish soaked in vinegar was used for hangovers in his family for as long as there had been a Falke living. He stood up and nearly feel back on the bed, but managed to walk over to his mini fridge and grab a Rollmop. He started chewing on it as he made his way to the huge marble floored master bathroom and started a cold shower.

The ice cold water ran over his body, waking every nerve across his lean muscular body. He stood there for a while, occasionally lifting the raw fish up to his mouth and ripping off pieces, trying to dull the pain. He got out eventually and dried off, ruffling his short blond hair with the over priced towel that was gift from his sponsor. He glanced at the only clock that was still working in his bedroom and realized that it was already 6:00 o'clock pm, he only had an hour and a half to get dressed, pick up Ixi and get to the Broadway theater for Chicago. It was his treat, and if he was late, he would be throwing $ 467.80, and two premium tickets in the garbage.

He threw on one of his black suites and slipped on his matching Gucci shoes. He hated Gucci and it's like but, he wasn't going to dress any lower than the nines, when it came to being out with Ixi. He brushed his hair, or what little hair there was, and delinted his suit. Grabbing his keys, wallet and the tickets, he trotted out of his condo on the tenth floor. He pressed the button ton the elevator and it took a good three seconds to get there and open. The elevator man asked what floor, and he replied with a hurried, "Ground floor Herr, Hassen sie bitte. The elevator man knew exactly what he said, even though the knew very little German. Falke smiled and thanked him, and jogged out of the lobby. The security men and desk manager said hello as he passed. The doorman smiled and wished him luck getting to wherever he was going on time.

His Lotus was just pulling up, when he got outside, the Valle tossed him his keys and in return was throne a role of five, ten dollar bills. The wheel of his Elise almost screeched as he pulled out and into the street. The traffic wasn't that bad for New York and he drove like a cabbie on a time schedule. Every red light made him a little more antsy but when he rolled up to the outside of Ixi's home, he relaxed a bit. They had forty minutes until the show, and he could see her silhouette coming toward the door of her abode.

Attire: Black Gucci suit
Car: 2009 Lotus Elise
Count: 683
Quote: Henry J. Kaiser
Credit: Mercer
Notes: My sincerest apologies for being so late!

[* Ixandra Marie]

Ixandra wanted, no rather NEEDED, to look good on this date... While still being dressed up. She remembered what they were to be doing, going to a broadway show, so she knew that she needed to be dressy. Or rather, she knew the man who was to be taking her would be. Lukas Falke... She smiled ever sos lightly to herself. Yes, Yes, Lukas Falke. They were good friends, definitely good friends. But was that all? Everytime Ixandra herself thought of him, she felt a little something in her heart for him in another way... But she wouldn't act upon it unless he felt the same way and acted upon his feeling before she did. No, no, she was not the girl to be bold and ask a boy out or kiss him first. It just wasn't how she thought she should be, how she preferred to act. So she didn't.
After her shower, there was still about two hours before the show would start. Knowing Lukas and his obsession for punctuality, she would have to be done within the hour. She placed on her lingerie for the evening before doing her hair and make-up. A thin line of black eyeliner and pale pink lipgloss sufficed, her hair left down in soft curls around her shoulders. She slipped into her little black dress, tying the white bow on her left hip. Then, she put on her black heels. She looked in her full length mirror with a sly grin. Perfect.
It was about forty minutes before the show started when she heard a car pull up. She walked out to her front hallway to peek out and see Lukas. He was looking simply delicious in that tux she saw from her hallway... But she was sure he would look even better up close and personal, so she walked forward, to let her figure silhouette in the doorway.
As always, Ixandra stood at her door way for a second's hesitation to admire the boy's car, the thing that had come to pick her up. A 2009 Lotus Elise... Very nice. Extremely acceptable. Smiling her pearly whites, she opened the door to stand on the curb before the man, dressed up just for him.She leaned over to see the man driving's face. She loved the way the man seemed to admire her, always had since they had met finally in the little cafe. Well, cafe at day, bar at night, it would have seemed.
"Darling, we still have forty minutes until the show starts... Care to come inside for about ten, seeing as how we're only about twenty minutes from the theatre?" she asked, in her ever so slight Southern accent. Many men thought her accent was sexy, found it appealing. With this specific one, she could never tell if he liked it or not.

COUNT:: 485
Attire
NOTES:: Darling, it's fine, I'm just glad I remember to reply, HaaHaa.

[lukasfalke]

She was beautiful, completely and utterly beautiful. he was stuck be this not for the first time as she walked down her stairs to meet him. She was wearing an exquisite black dress with a bow that fit her form perfectly. If there was one thing Ixi was, it was fashionable. She knew her body well, and knew exactly how to make it shine like a diamond. She leaned over to look at him and asked if he wanted to come in. The way she spoke was quite interesting to him. Although he had been to the south once, he had never truly understood the way they spoke. the vows the pronounced were beyond him, and didn't even belong in the dictionary. usually such "Southern draws" made him feel like a child who couldn't understand what the adults were saying. But Ixi Georgia peach highlights, sounded a like music. It was part of her, and it made who she was, and that's what he liked, Ixi, plain and simple. it took a second for him to reply, for his was almost hypnotized by her, but he managed a "Sure mien Fraulein Ixi.".

He turned off his Lotus and got out, briefly brushing off his suit and straightening it. He hated wrinkles, especially when he was going out with her. He locked the car and took her hand when he made his way around the Black hunk of metal. He pressed it against his lips, the way he had seen his father do with his mother all those years ago. the skin on her hand was warm and like silk. "It is w'ery good to see you again, Fraulein Ixi. How have you been? he said in his German accent. He tried to suppress it, there were just some words that he couldn't pronounce properly yet. He was a bit self conscious about it but he hid it well. He let her lead him into her her home.

Count: 328
Quote: Henry J. Kaiser
Credit: Mercer
Notes: My sincerest apologies for being so late!

[* Ixandra Marie]

"It is w'ery good to see you again, Fraulein Ixi. How have you been?"
Ixandra wrappd her hand in his as she led him inside and smiled at him.
"Oh, Darling, I have been fantastic! Everything's always amazing when I'm thinking of you, after all. I just wished we could see eachother more." she said with a grin as they entered her kicthen.
"Oh, Heaven have Mercy, I do believe I'm being rude. Would you like soemthing to drink? I have coke, wine, beer, coffee, water, a Homemade Southern iced tea, secret family recipe...?" she offered with a smile. She went to the refridgerator door and pulled it open with ease, looking inside before turning to look at him over her shoulder for an answer.

She smiled to herself as she looked at him. He was quite cute, actually. And she adored his suppressed accent. It made her feel like less of a freak about her own. She gave up suppressing it around him, seeing as how he didn't seem to think her unintelligent for having it. Because of her accent she had often been thought of as dumb or uneducated, which was far form the truth. And because he did not think of her in such a way, she delighted in having him as company and was actually quite fond of him. And, of course, his adorable accent. Besides, he was very easy on the eyes, too.

Ixandra shook her head slightly as she thought all this over and sort of smiled dreamily. "You are truly such a cutie pie!" she said with a laugh. She always used pet names like this. It was something she had received form her mother, the habit of calling people pet names. Everyone was her Hunni, her Baby, her Sweetie, her Darling. But Lukas? Lukas was her cutie pie. And for reasons you could see, inside and out, on a daily basis. Besides, she had gotten all dressed up for this man. OF COURSE HE WAS IMPORTANT TO HER.

COUNT :: 332
NOTES :: Sorry it took me forever. It's a very long and complicated story lol.