Igra bez granica

Matej Tomić | 28 | Croat | Minister of culture | No claims | Sideblog

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callmeausten:

She grinned, plucking a grape from the tray and tossing it past her lips. “A psychic, hmm? Are you going to tell me my future, then?” Austen couldn’t resist. It was nothing for to blow a hundred bucks on a reading, but only if the atmosphere felt right. Everyone she knew, well, used to know, would berate her for wasting her money on something so silly, but they never could get her to stop. Her eyes scanned his face as she chewed, wondering what he’d do if she kissed him. She didn’t want to ask permission to thank him, it seemed a bit redundant, and then she remembered him telling her to be honest with him the night before. So she leaned forward on her knees, placed her hands on either side of his hips and pressed her lips to his. It was brief, hardly lasting a second, then she was giving him another smile. “You wouldn’t dare wake me up to this delicious smell then eat all of them,” she said, sitting back down, even closer now, and reaching for some silverware. “But, if you keep being this sweet, I’m thinking I won’t mind sharing.”

“Now where would be fun in that, Austen?” he asked her curiously before dipping a strawberry into nutella and taking a bite. “Future should be mysterious, exciting. If I told you all that awaits you, there would be no surprises and things to be looking forward to. He was finishing chewing when he felt her hands on his hips, head turning more to her direction before her lips connected for a brief kiss with his. It would be an understatement to say he was surprised, but he didn’t pull away. His smile mirrored hers before he laughed lightly, “Oh you don’t know me well then. I can eat a lot, and I’ve been into a lot of cruel siblings fights over food. We used to eat each other’s food on purpose.” Food fights were better than any other ones. Those would actually get them to make up eventually and make them all laugh. “You wouldn’t mind sharing the breakfast I made? How generous of you, my lady.”

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callmeausten:

Austen shrugged, fully intending on that question to remain a mystery, but the flood of memories that came forward begged to differ. “I have…just, not since I was a little girl.” A fond smile etched her into her cheeks as she thought about the burnt cinnamon rolls and butter grits her dad would bring her on Saturdays. She sat up, scooting closer and finally settling Indian style, facing him. “But it definitely wasn’t pancakes.” Her head tilted when he refused to oblige her. “Fine, no pinching, but hold off on the water for now. If this is a dream, I’ve decided I don’t want you to ruin it just yet.” Then she sighed, leaning her forehead down on his shoulder for a moment, before leaning back up with a smile. “Coffee is perfect.” She chuckled, leaning forward and letting her hand hover over the fruit. “Can I have one of these?”

“I see.” Matej mused as he took another grape, not wanting to pry if she didn’t want to talk about it. After all, he had some childhood memories he didn’t want to discuss either, mostly connected to his mother. “Then enjoy pancakes.” he said simply before glancing at her, laughter vibrating in his chest but not really coming out as he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. “Whatever you say, but you better start eating before my appetite awakens and you get nothing.” the joking tone of his voice gave away no serious intentions and for a moment he reached to brush his fingers against her hair as she leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “So I am psychic. Interesting.” he pretended to be serious before  nodding at her. “Of course you have, the breakfast is for both of us, but mainly you. You can have anything you want.”

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callmeausten:

One second she was toe deep in bluest water she’d ever seen, waves licking her ankles every so often, and the next she was covered in darkness, her eyes clamped closed, hyper-aware of the hand on her shoulder. The feeling of waking and not knowing where she was wasn’t foreign to Austen. She’d moved homes too many times for it to be anything less than normal, so when she woke due to a touch, her body stiffened in reaction, but she kept her eyes closed until she heard Matej’s smooth voice. Then the events of the night before came flooding back. Her body relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile curving her lips. “So it wasn’t a dream.” She rolled closer his way, the smell of butter hitting her nose, widening her puffy eyes in surprise. “Breakfast in bed? Wow.” Leaning forward on her elbows, she surveyed the tray before turning her impressed gaze back to him. “Could you just-” she leaned to the side held out her arm to him. “Pinch me, really quick. I’m not so sure this isn’t a dream after all.”

He chuckled at the first words she said, “Good morning to you too.” his tone of voice now cheerful almost as if she had greeted him, teasing her a little. Her reaction only amused him more, almost setting him off into laughter. “Don’t tell me you never had one.” he frowned lightly, before moving a little so he could place down the tray on the bed. “I am not pinching you. I can get a bucket of water and pour it over you, though.” He joked with a light laughter before popping a grape in his mouth. “Was everything alright last night?” It obviously was since she was still here and the suite was in one piece. “I wasn’t sure if you liked coffee or tea in the morning so I went with coffee. If it’s wrong I can make you some tea.”

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Kit Harington by Kalpesh Lathigra for The Indipendent 2015

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callmeausten:

Austen didn’t even think of moving away when he took her hands. She listened, and nodded when it was called for, but never verbally replied. It was obvious he was tired, and she didn’t want to keep him more than she had, so she simply smiled and waved when he turned for the door. Then she stood there, still unmoving for a moment, profoundly caught off guard by the entire situation. The consensus of the explanation when she arrived left her feeling more like property than an actual human being, but here he was treating her as something equal to his stature. After a long, silent debate, she entered through his room, pausing at the foot of his bed to watch his chest rise and fall as he slept, before stepping into his bathroom. She didn’t close the door when she undressed, nor when she climbed into the massive tub of steaming water. Austen soaked until her fingers turned into leather in lavender bath oils that made her eyes droop, wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel, and padded back into his room to dress. When she finally crawled into the bed in the room next she wore only a worn grey shirt she’d found at the bottom of the stack. Lazily she turned on the television, stopping on a black and white movie, but she hardly made it past the credits before she was softly snoring into the five pillows she had stacked around her body.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was morning already. The odd feeling was gone and he felt more like himself. Though there was still slight pounding in his head. Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes before getting up and heading to find Austen. It didn’t take him long to find her as he heard the sound of TV coming from the spare room. For a moment he thought she might be awake but a smile crossed his features when he came in and saw she was sound asleep and wearing one of his shirts. Quietly, he turned off the TV and made sure she wasn’t cold before leaving the room and pulling the door behind him. He had no idea when she will be up but the least he could do was make some breakfast for both of them. He returned to his room and changed into something comfortable before heading to the kitchen and beginning to make pancakes. Luckily he didn’t have to call down to have some things brought up as the fridge was already full. Once the pancakes were done, he took out some fruit, nutella and started making coffee. Originally he intended to put things on the table and wait to see if she would wake up soon, but figuring this place wasn’t providing her with some nice experiences, he put up everything on a tray and carried it to the room she was in. Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, the tray on his lap as one of his hands gently rubbed her shoulder. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

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ivana-lukic:

She shook her head no, eyes still vide at the surprise. How small the world could be… Ivana wasn’t stupid, knowing that Nataša’s presence here was also not the only Croat that could be knowing about this place. But still, in this moment,s she was fairly surprised. “Ne, neznamo..” She explained quickly, a small smile now rising onto her features. “Jas sam Ivana. Ja sam… vidila was na televiziji. Dok sam još bila doma.” Her heart almost stopped. Why was she so nervous? Somehow, this encouter just brought memories of home.

He was pleased to see someone of his own kin, someone who spoke the same language he did. But then again, he was sad and frustrated, not understanding how Croatian authorities could just let their people be taken away. “Aha,” he nodded with understanding, somehow managing to smile back at the girl before offering her his hand. “Televizija nije baš neki način za upoznavanje, jel da? Ja sam Matej.”

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adriennexleclair:

“I don’t know your mother, so I can’t be sure.” Once he was finally turned around, she rushed quickly from her corne over into her bedroom. Leaving the door open just a gap so she could still have somewhat of a conversation with the man while on the hunt for clothes. “So. Who are you then? Random man in my suite.”

“Yeah.” Matej half sighed, the mention of his mother that he brought up on him himself making him feel like he was suffocating. 15 years passed since her demise and somehow the pain never faded. “I’m Matej.” he responded again, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. “I am one of the ministers in Croatia.”

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devynsommers:

“Thanks” Devyn smiled at him, nodding for him to follow her, heading up the stairs towards the main floor and then leading him down the hall to the next set of stairs to climb up two more flights. “Don’t even mention it. It’s better for someone to show you than to have you wandering around and ending up somewhere you’re not welcome, you know?” The blonde replied, her hand on the railing as she began up the final flight of stairs. “Normally, I would take you up the elevator, but this way you get to see more of the mansion.”

He followed her with ease, admiring how easily she found her way around. But then, in a way he felt bad because that meant she’d been in there for a while. “You have that right. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if I ended up walking into someone’s suite.” shaking his head, he continued climbing the stairs, head turning to her when she spoke again only to nod in agreement. “That was a good idea. The more I see, the less I am likely to get lost again.”

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daniellaxpruiett:

“It’s fine,” Daniella told him, holding the towel tightly to her body now that she was covered up by it. Using one hand to brush her wet hair back from her face, she twist it would her fingers and dropped it in the middle of her back. “I see. Well, you are clearly in the wrong one. Perhaps you should have asked them for an escort. Don’t you all get a servant and a guard when you show up?” She asked, a little annoyance in her tone after getting walked in on while she was in the bath. Feeling his eyes on her, as if he were studying her, Daniella turned away from him to the mirror to com through her hair when he finally spoke her last name. Stunned, she creased her brow and looked over at him. Apparently that familiar feeling was justified. “Have we met before?” She asked, trying to remember where it had been exactly, unsure if he was someone she  had met or if he knew her for another reason.

“I did but they seemed to have some urgent business.” Matej sighed, and shook his head. They could have at least given him a map or something. That way he wouldn’t have to embarrass himself like this. However, previous thoughts were pushed aside when it was clear he hadn’t mistaken her for someone else. It was the same girl he met one night in Paris.  “Yes, in Paris.” he replied shortly, unable to believe she was a slave in the mansion. “You were playing a concert with the orchestra. I was in the V.I.P seats and we were later on introduced at the after party.” he spoke, the memories clear now. “One of the orchestra members was the one who introduced us. Matej, Croatian minister of culture?” he offered, thinking maybe she will remember if he gave her some details more than just the fact he knew her last name.

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callmeausten:

Austen blinked a few times as a warm smile spread on her face, her head tilting slightly in wonder at his offer. “Thank you.” The last thing he expected was him to offer his own clothes to her, a slave girl. She’d developed a sense of the generosity in the world, and that meant knowing everyone had their limits. But Matej? His seemed to be unprecedented. “I’m told I pull off big shirts quite nicely, so you won’t find me complaining.” She watched him edge towards his room rambling off like her offer meant anything in comparison to what he was doing. “I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she assured him, shaking her head. “I’ve been taking care of myself a long time, but if I catch the room on fire, I’ll be sure to wake you up.” Her closed lips twisted into a small smile, but it promptly vanished as he left the room abruptly. She stood still and confused, barely moving at all until he reappeared with another offer that took her back a step. “Well– I mean the size doesn’t really matter. I just want a bath-” she closed her mouth, realizing turning it down was probably the worse possible thing, and quickly reinforced her smile. “Thank you. That sounds perfect, I think you’ve covered everything. You go on to bed. I’ll be here when you wake up, and I might even smell better.”

It was only when he came back into the room when he realized she’d been saying stuff. His mind quickly caught onto the things she said and he tried to form some normal sentences without sounding like he was about to fall asleep standing. “First of all, you have nothing to thank me for. Second of all, I will have to see that for myself when I wake up but I am being quite liberate with my statement, so forgive me if I am crossing any limits. Also, waking me up if the room was on fire would be very kind of you,” he laughed lightly before taking a few steps towards her and capturing each of her hands in his, noticing the way she chose her words just a few moments ago. “Another condition, you speak freely with me. If you don’t need a big tub, you don’t need a big tub. You don’t have to say yes to everything I say and I would be displeased to know you were keeping things in just because you think it’s inappropriate. Let me be the judge of that.” It was a simple demand and he was hoping she’d take him up on it. “You have fun, and I will go to bed because otherwise I am going to pass out.” he said as he let go of her hands and headed to his room again, “Also, you don’t smell bad.” he added before entering his room, quickly changing and sliding into the bed, eyes closing and drifting asleep the second his head touched the pillow.

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jonsnowchronicles:

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How has your stay at the mansion been so far?

Eventful.

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ivana-lukic:

“Wah!” Ivana exclaimed, brown eyes wide as she stumbled into the living room only to find out she wasn’t alone like she thought… adding to that, it was a unfamilar male. “No it isn’t…” She told him, trying to not be disrespectful but she was startled. Only on second glance she could recognize that the man wasn’t as unfamilar as she thought. That indeed, she had seen him before. “Oprostite…” She mumbled quick, standing frozen in her spot.

Her sudden gasp startled him as much as his presence startled her and before either could react, they were just two startled individuals. “My bad, Miss. I am new here.” he apologized quickly for the discomfort he had caused with his intrusion. He was about to apologize again and leave when the sound of his native language had him freeze in place just like the girl was, eyebrows raising in wonder. The mansion held all nationalities and he guessed he could run into some Croats in it, but he never dreamed it would actually happen. “Sve je okej, ja sam kriv.” he said again, but he couldn’t resist asking, “Znamo li se?”

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adriennexleclair:

“Anyone could say that.” She returned, still staying behind the corner, in desperate need for clothes. Even though this was a sex-mansion, the last thing she would do was impress someone on first sight naked. “Pigs.” She huffed in reference to the fact that he had no escort. It wasn’t the first time this happened. And it was ridiculous. “No no. I will get you to your suite. Could you just… Turn around?” She  peered from her corner.

“I assure you I am not, my mother raised me well.” he blurted out before he could even stop himself. Jet lag was certainly getting to him as he obviously had no control of his mind or tongue. “Yeah.” he agreed as he shook his head before catching a glimpse of the woman’s face. “Of course.” Matej said in a heartbeat and turned around, not even questioning as to why she asked him that.

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daniellaxpruiett:

“Do you mind turning around or something so I can get out and grab a towel?” Daniella asked, slowly getting up out of the water and reaching for a towel so she could wrap it around herself. Once she was covered up, Daniella turned to him and sighed. “Are you looking for someone?” Her eyes finally got a good look at him and got a strange familiar sensation, as if she had had seen him or met him somewhere before, but she couldn’t place it.

“Yes, of course, I am sorry.” He kept rambling, turning away to not intrude the little privacy the girl had left due to his sudden intrusion. When she spoke up again, he took the liberty to slowly turn around as he responded to her question. “I’m looking for my suite, actually. I just landed here and they let me wander around with no escort. This place is really massive for someone with jet lag. I’m sorry once again, Miss.” again, he apologized, his eyes focusing on her features more once he had a good look at her. For some reason she seemed familiar and the more he looked at her face, the more he remembered. His hand reached for his forehead as he tried to recall her name, memories flooding back to him. “Miss Pruiett?”

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devynsommers:

“No, you’re not. Don’t worry about it,” Devyn gave a shrug to her shoulders, standing out in front of him now. “Nice to meet you, Matej,” She smiled at him, taking the piece of paper from him, reading the number and then handing it back. “Alright. I know exactly where your room is located, so come on,” Devyn began walking away from her cell towards the stair case, motioning for him to follow her as she began to ascend the stairs.

“Nice to meet you too, Devyn.” he responded before taking the paper back from her and smiling in appreciation as she knew where his room location is. “My savior.” he mused before following her lead up the stairs. “I owe you one for this.” It was not a big deal really, but he was the kind of person who repaid kindness with kindness, even if it was a minor thing.