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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Realizing Ever was completely nude beneath the diaphanous cotton cocoon wrapped around his body, Britta's cheeks suddenly bloomed as pink as a spring rose. The bright color looked so radiant against her peaches and cream complexion. Looking away to distract herself with something to avoid staring at him, she fiddled around with a folded napkin on his food tray even though it didn't need extra folding. Ever hung back, allowing her some time to compose herself, while struggling to prevent the twitch at the edges of his lips from breaking into an amused smirk. As Ever cast his soft gaze in Britta's direction the verdant intensity of his eyes while scrutinizing her never faded, not even for a second.<br/>
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<b>"Hi, Britta. As you can see, I'm not so good with</b><i> guden morgans." </i>he admitted, smiling politely. <br/>
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<i>Thursday. </i>It had only been eighteen hours since he'd been abducted, but it felt like an entire month.<br/>
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<b>"Hm. I had already assumed you were working for them. How long have you been doing that?" </b>he asked. <b>"Thanks for bringing me something to eat, its very considerate of you. The food looks good." </b><br/>
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The sun's location in the sky outside was a concept that seemed totally lost on Ever, since he had been brought to his new quarters unconscious by Magnus Augustin. The clandestine series of rooms he was currently being detained in was comfortably spacious, but constructed well below ground and lost behind a maze of hidden panels and stone walls. It wasn't impossible for Ever to become disoriented by the lack of natural sunlight in the room in which he was being imprisoned, when he was used to daily doses of exposure outdoors. Ever made a mental note to self that Britta's information was a good point of reference, a way to count down the hours until Klaus or Magnus returned to continue their torment.<br/>
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<b>"I'm fluent in Spanish, French and Italian, but I'm afraid I never had the opportunity to learn German." </b>Ever asked, remembering Magnus' explanation of what country he and his brother arrived from, during their brief conversation at the Metro. <br/>
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Ever sat on the edge of the bed nearest the food tray, picking up his fork just as Britta began to answer his question about the marmalade. It sounded like a fun task to make orange marmalade. Ever mentally compared Britta's experience of cooking oranges to the multiple times he and his siblings picked fresh apples at the orchard in the Wenatchee Valley, and made apple butter with their mother and father. Despite the fact that the twins had spirited Ever away from his family, Ever harbored no ill will against the woman that worked for them. Britta was kind, if not sweet-natured and seemed to beam when she talked about cooking. <br/>
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<b>"Thanks for the explanation. It sounds like its as much fun to make marmalade as it is to eat it. Where's home, Britta?" </b>he asked curiously, digging into his breakfast before it got cold.<br/>
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As a principal dancer for the Pacific Northwest Ballet, Ever knew how important food was. In order to maintain maximum performance, strength and endurance all while looking great in tights, Ever paid very close attention to what he ate and drank. The secret for dancing stronger, improving body composition, building muscle, having more endurance, improving performance and reducing injury risk, was all about timing healthy meals and snacks to work for him. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day for him because it determined what his energy level for the rest of the day would be. <br/>
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Usually he ate a breakfast that was high in complex carbohydrates, moderate in protein and low in fat. It kept him feeling fuller longer, and energized until his next meal. If Ever was at home, his breakfast usually was scrambled eggs, whole-wheat toast, low-fat yogurt and an orange. Ever </span></span><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">spent a lot of time at the studio, so he carried a hot and cold lunch pack with him with pre-made snacks to graze on. It was important to adequately fuel his body, so Ever ate smaller meals every three hours. It helped prevent him from feeling fatigued before his lunch hour arrived. <br/>
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It was a force of habit for him to pack an apple with peanut butter, an energy bar, crackers and cheese, yogurt, or fig bars in his lunch bag along with a light, but well balanced lunch. Yesterday Ever had a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread and some grapes. Then he always had another snack packed in his lunch bag for the afternoon to keep his body well fueled until dinner. It mattered specially if he had to stay at the studio later to rehearse the choreography for a role. Staying hydrated was also important, and Ever always carried a water bottle wherever he was going. <br/>
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But in the current state of affairs, Ever's daily routine had been completely derailed by the twins, and without dance his only purpose for eating would be to sustain his blood supply and keep it untainted for the vampires to consume. </span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
<b>"And a glass of water, please. I'm really th-"</b> his voice cut off abruptly, staring at Britta's retreating form as the door clicked shut behind her.<br/>
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<b>"Shit, I feel dehydrated." </b>he mumbled, pressing a hand against his rib cage as if to suppress the rapid beat of his heart--a symptom of not drinking his normal amount of water.<br/>
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Ever took a few bites of sausage first, even though it wasn't an ideal source of protein for him to partake of. Along with the slices of cheese on his plate, it would have to suffice. The creamy-white cheese had a sharp bite,  tasting almost like cheddar but with a nutty flavor. While  consuming what was left on the plate, Ever studied the jar of marmalade. The honey-gold flecks of citrusy rind suspended in sugary gelatin caused him to wonder how much sugar Britta put in it. Normally, he shied away from eating sweets but he didn't want to hurt Britta's feelings by not trying any.<br/>
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Ever was spreading a little of the jam-like condiment onto his roll with a butter knife, just as she returned with a hot cup of coffee. He observed the odd way the door was opened and shut by her. It was apparent that Britta's hand seemed to wander along the edge of the doorway, but her action was concealed from his view. Again, Ever heard an audible click as the door locked securely behind her.<br/>
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<b>"Thanks, Britta. Um....how do you say</b><i> thank you</i> <b>in German?" </b>he asked, words sounding slightly jumbled because he was still chewing on a bite of the marmalade covered bread.<br/>
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Britta's homemade marmalade had a tart yet sweet quality. Its wonderfully bittersweet flavour and chewy chunks of peel weren't just wolfed down, but savored by Ever.<b> "Mm, Britta. the marmalade is delicious! The citrus flavor popped the minute it hit my tongue."</b><br/>
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Ever added cream from a small pitcher on the tray, then stirred it into his cup with a spoon. Setting the utensil down beside the butter knife, he began to drink the<i> cafe au lait</i> with the remainder of the roll. He didn't seem at all disturbed to be eating in front of her with the sheets from the bed draped over his nakedness.<br/>
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His green eyes studied her over the rim of his cup, held suspended before he took another sip. <b>"I am comfortable. Does it make you feel uncomfortable knowing I have no clothes on under the sheet, Britta?"</b><br/>
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<b>"Or does my being naked excite you?"</b> A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he wondered if he could <i>really </i>make her blush this time.<br/>
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Ever was joking of course. Although Britta was pretty, she didn't get his heart all a flutter, or make his cock aroused the way her <i>Meister Magnus </i>had done a few hours ago. Ever was irrefutably gay, and there was no doubt about that fact. At the mere thought of Magnus, a rush of heat traveled at light speed to his nethers, leaving his cock temporarily throbbing for more of <i>that </i>attention. He shifted again to re-arrange his package, and resumed drinking his coffee once he was settled on the bed more comfortably.<br/>
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<b>"You don't have to answer that, you know. I was only kidding."</b><br/>
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Her offer to find him some clothes elsewhere wasn't ignored entirely by him either. Honestly, Ever had no idea where his own clothes were or if he had arrived here with any on. Curious to know as much information as Britta could provide was one way of learning more about what made his captors tick. As far as going directly to the source. Ever felt that his brand of sarcastic wit didn't translate very well to Klaus. He was hesitant to ask any questions of him now, especially after experiencing his brutality. Magnus, hands down, was much more approachable yet Ever sensed he also had a hidden agenda.<br/>
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<b>"Unless you have medium sized men's shirts just laying around the manor? Or a size 30 x 34 jeans? How about a pair of running shoes that are a size 10 1/2? I would like to go home and get my own clothes. Is that possible?" </b><br/>
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Ever silently wondered, <i>Why on earth would many men's clothes be available in the manor, and did they come from other men like himself that unfortunately didn't escape alive? And how did Britta earn her new dresses as a reward?</i></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"To reward you for what, Britta?"</b> a dark brow quirked slightly as he asked her the question.<br/>
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If Ever wanted to be alone with his thoughts, he would have made his desire much more clearer. Instead, his relaxed posture indicated that he wanted her company, and he wanted to ask her more questions so he could at least understand the two vampires habits better.<br/>
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<b>"I know. We can play a game. It's called Twenty Questions. I ask a question, you answer it and you get to ask me a question, and I'll answer it back. How does that sound to you, Britta?"</b></span></span>