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[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Is there a limit to how much we can ask of the Castle?

Angel;
Were you the one who brought me here?

Clark;
I'm sorry.


[ She can also be found at the gym, as always, practicing.

You may hear echoes of this music from outside, accompanied by the occasional sound of wood tapping against linoleum. Once she finishes a round, she takes a few minutes to breathe, then does it again. Sometimes she rehearses a part many times, perfecting it. And sometimes, after a good round, she curtsies to herself in the mirror and smiles.

But Nina doesn't smile when she dances. ]

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[That gets him to crack a smile. Alas, this Angel has yet to experience Cordelia's obnoxiously loud snoring during a live performance, and he's actually excited at the prospect of being able to drag his friends to something like this]

That would be great.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

My pleasure. I will prepare a few in... two months?

[ And it really is. Now she has something real to rehearse for. ]

[protects.livejournal.com]

I can't wait.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

I will do my best.