didntseeit: (all that you can see)
She had remembered the feeling from last time, uncomfortable and itchy and get-to-your-room and...

And, well, she hadn't quite made it to her room before she was sprawled out over the hallway floor, human and naked and swearing in gutter-Spanish. Getting to her feet, she quickly checked where she was. Not her floor, but close to his, and so that is how Ajedrez came to be standing in front of Nicholas Wolfwood's door, knocking on it loudly.

"Nick, Nick, mi amor, please let me in. Nick, are you there? Nick, I can't unpick the lock..."

There may or may not be impatient bouncing, because even standing in the hallway in such a state that anyone passing would be able to see both tattooes and every scar on her body, she is still Ajedrez.

Thus has all the patience of a five-year-old.
didntseeit: (Queen and the Soldier)
Ajedrez is, it should be said, drunk. And, somewhere and somewhen on the trip, the sultry challenge of downstairs had dissolved into, well, giggles. Amused, drunk, what the hell am I doing? Of course, that doesn't mean that she has any intent of stopping or running, and as Mary Anne unlocks her door, Ajedrez bends her head down and kisses the back of the other woman's neck.

Being with someone who is her own height is starting to look like it has its advantages...
didntseeit: (gunslinger (of a kind))
Without really saying anything, Mal and Ajedrez have been meeting for fencing lessons. All winter, in fact, since Mal offered. All spring, too, and all of summer up to today and Ajedrez is getting very good at it. Some people are natural fighters, and for all her money and refined voice, Ajedrez is a natural fighter.

Still, she is only human and they've been at it for a while today, so when she pulls back she's breathing heavily and brown whisps of hair cling to her sweaty face.
didntseeit: ([AJ/Sands] checkmate)
Love is a wish that hides in the heart, and nobody knows it but you. Love is blinding. An eternity of a single moment. A religion worth dying for. But it's also time comsuming, and a pain in the ass, a hole in the heart. Not necessarily in that order.
- Terry, Bandits
didntseeit: (well that's just greaaaat)
Do you have another movie coming out?

I have a couple actually. I have Once Upon a Time in Mexico, with Antonio Banderas and Johnny Depp, and Willem Dafoe. You know what’s really sick, is that Willem Dafoe plays my dad in that movie and it’s kind of twisted, because I was so attracted to him. I was like, oh boy. The undertones, I was, I can’t do this.

((and the mun goes *facepalm*))
didntseeit: (Default)
‘x’ is pronounced like English ‘sh’: see ‘Tlaxcala’, ‘Malinalxochitl’

‘tl’ at the beginning of Nahuatl words is pronounced like ‘tl’ in ‘atlas’. But in everyday speech at the end of words like Popocatepetl’ and ‘Nahuatl’, the ‘l’ tends to disappear.

‘z’ is pronounced ‘’s’ as in ‘so’; see ‘Moctesuma’, ‘Istaccihuatl’

‘hua’ is pronounced ‘wah’; as in ‘Cihuacoatl’ (See-hua-co-what).

‘ch’ in words like Tenochtitlan and Malinche is pronounced as in English ‘church’




Links

Nahuatl: Aztec language - contains dictionary.

Nahuatl Culture

How to Speak...
didntseeit: (all that you can see)
It's been a while since Ajedrez has been a date. Six months or so, and even then on the last time she got stood up anyway, so maybe it's closer to seven or eight.

It's been much, much longer since she's been out on a date with someone she hardly knows. Years, but thinking about it like that makes her feel...

Old.

Old, in a way that only the young can feel and she knows this and she really should stop thinking and just find that pair of earrings. Ah-huh, there are they are, and Ajedrez looks at herself in the mirror. High-heeled boots, a long black (mostly black, there are horizantal strips with panels of blue, green, yellow and red, a swirl of colour against the plain black) skirt that falls to her ankles, a simple black top, sleeveless with a high neck, and the red leather jacket that Edna Mode had given her.

Plus the dratted earrings, big and bronze because Ajedrez is of the opinion that it's no use having pierced ears if you don't play with it. Off-duty anyway.

And, for once, no guns. It feels a little odd, and she couldn't leave without the knife hidden in her boot, but sometimes an effort should be made. Even if she isn't entirely sure why.

Still, she's moderately pleased with her appearance, so she takes a deep breath and walks out her room door to try and find Nick downstairs.
didntseeit: (Default)
Ajedrez's room is, when all is said and done, nothing special. A double bed in one corner, a bedside table with a lamp, a table, a door leading to the bathroom. The colours are warm, though. Blues and oranges, which sounds like it shouldn't look nice but it does. There are also books, stacked against the table with a couple on the bedside table. Complete with bookmarks.

There is also a cello in one corner, albeit one tucked away safely in its case. Ajedrez hasn't been here more then a few months, six at the outside, but she's never been one to live somewhere without making it feel like home.
didntseeit: (Default)
Ask me five questions! Any five questions and I'll do my best to answer them. Be as crazy as you want
didntseeit: (them's the breaks)
It wasn't that they had stopped sniping at each other so much as they had distracted themselves. Dinner and anger-desperation-uncertainy-filled sex, the latter more exhausting then the former so it is little wonder that the two had passed out in her bed, sprawled and tangled.

Ajedrez, Beatriz, wakes at some point in the early morning, although 'wakes' is an overstatement. The wall in front of her is lighter then it should be for night, but all she really notices is Sands's arm thrown across her. Hot and heavy and she briefly considers moving, but before she can her eyes fall shut again.

It'll be another couple of hours before she wakes up properly.
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