[Action Post] Whatever you do, don't scream--
Perhaps putting a name to his fantasy hadn't been such a good idea.
The moment had played itself out over and over in his head, on repeating occurrence: he and Valdi, on their first official date with each other. There would be smiling and laughter, shared jokes, casual conversation - things would be open, gloves off, a certain natural easiness about the situation to carry them from one moment to the next.
But life is not a fairy tale, and at the age of twenty it was a lesson that Claus Søndergård should have learned by now. Prior to their date he had been a nervous wreck, tearing apart the flat in search of a shirt, of pants, of how to wear his hair, of whether to leave in or take out his piercings, whether he needed a gift. He spent so much time working himself into a tizzy that he found it very hard to be anything but nervous when he went to pick the Icelander up from downstairs. The walk to the restaurant hadn't been much better, filled for the better half with looming silence and awkward pauses, the young Dane trying his best to spark conversation with his “date” who seemed equally as nervous as himself.
Things did get better once they were at the restaurant and amongst others; both of the young men able to ease up on their anxieties and start to enjoy the art of small talk. In the back of his mind he repeated a mantra of “don't fuck up, don't fuck up, whatever you do don't fuck up, Sindre is already going to kill you, don't fuck up”. It crowded over most of his thoughts and ideas at points strong enough to leave him mute, a shadow of his normal charisma and outgoing personality. He couldn't help but think that maybe Valdi was doing this just to appease him, more than out of interest in being his “date”, which lent more to his overall anticipation. All in all Kai was at a point where he wanted to crawl into himself and die.
Then their food arrived, and things began to improve drastically. They both brightened, eased on the overbearing worry and punctuated sentences, began to relax and let their true selves shine through. Gradually that familiar smile built it's way back up onto Kai's face and made itself comfortable to stay, and with a relieved sigh he settled back from the edge of his chair.
"Sindre is going to murder me in cold blood."
The moment had played itself out over and over in his head, on repeating occurrence: he and Valdi, on their first official date with each other. There would be smiling and laughter, shared jokes, casual conversation - things would be open, gloves off, a certain natural easiness about the situation to carry them from one moment to the next.
But life is not a fairy tale, and at the age of twenty it was a lesson that Claus Søndergård should have learned by now. Prior to their date he had been a nervous wreck, tearing apart the flat in search of a shirt, of pants, of how to wear his hair, of whether to leave in or take out his piercings, whether he needed a gift. He spent so much time working himself into a tizzy that he found it very hard to be anything but nervous when he went to pick the Icelander up from downstairs. The walk to the restaurant hadn't been much better, filled for the better half with looming silence and awkward pauses, the young Dane trying his best to spark conversation with his “date” who seemed equally as nervous as himself.
Things did get better once they were at the restaurant and amongst others; both of the young men able to ease up on their anxieties and start to enjoy the art of small talk. In the back of his mind he repeated a mantra of “don't fuck up, don't fuck up, whatever you do don't fuck up, Sindre is already going to kill you, don't fuck up”. It crowded over most of his thoughts and ideas at points strong enough to leave him mute, a shadow of his normal charisma and outgoing personality. He couldn't help but think that maybe Valdi was doing this just to appease him, more than out of interest in being his “date”, which lent more to his overall anticipation. All in all Kai was at a point where he wanted to crawl into himself and die.
Then their food arrived, and things began to improve drastically. They both brightened, eased on the overbearing worry and punctuated sentences, began to relax and let their true selves shine through. Gradually that familiar smile built it's way back up onto Kai's face and made itself comfortable to stay, and with a relieved sigh he settled back from the edge of his chair.
"Sindre is going to murder me in cold blood."