CLOSED and IN PROGRESS
WHO: Maes Hughes, Mille Feullie, Marron Glace
WHEN: FUTURE DATED February 14th, 9 pm
WHERE: Niflheim Rooftop
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Maes Plays CUPID to new arrivals
NOTES: TBA
STATUS: ONGOING
He had everything all set. There were candles trailing from the door to the small table set up under the makeshift canopy like soldier sentinels, a quaint table for two with a threadbare red table cloth and a heart shaped cake desert. There wasn't much in the way of actual sweets, so Maes had to be creative. There were little things like paper flowers and a rare bottle of wine. He even managed a small hearth for a fire in case it became too chilly above (complete with some extra wood and a bucket of rocks to put the fire out.
He peered at his handiwork, smiling slightly at memories that were sometimes best left forgotten. Sniffing once, he finally set a final card on the table, weighted down by a heart shaped pebble so it wouldn't fall away. "I may not be an expert on love, but when you have something special, don't linger and let it fall to the way side. Life's too short for that." It didn't matter if they knew who did this.
What did matter was that they enjoyed themselves, and all Maes was going to do was make certain that they got to their destination before heading back to his own building.
WHEN: FUTURE DATED February 14th, 9 pm
WHERE: Niflheim Rooftop
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Maes Plays CUPID to new arrivals
NOTES: TBA
STATUS: ONGOING
He had everything all set. There were candles trailing from the door to the small table set up under the makeshift canopy like soldier sentinels, a quaint table for two with a threadbare red table cloth and a heart shaped cake desert. There wasn't much in the way of actual sweets, so Maes had to be creative. There were little things like paper flowers and a rare bottle of wine. He even managed a small hearth for a fire in case it became too chilly above (complete with some extra wood and a bucket of rocks to put the fire out.
He peered at his handiwork, smiling slightly at memories that were sometimes best left forgotten. Sniffing once, he finally set a final card on the table, weighted down by a heart shaped pebble so it wouldn't fall away. "I may not be an expert on love, but when you have something special, don't linger and let it fall to the way side. Life's too short for that." It didn't matter if they knew who did this.
What did matter was that they enjoyed themselves, and all Maes was going to do was make certain that they got to their destination before heading back to his own building.