Sunday in the Park (Closed to Steerpike - Backdated to Sunday)

[seeherwheniwake]

Fantine had been up early on this bright October morning, excited as to the day before her. She had finished the clean-up from the dinner party, singing softly to herself as she washed and dried the dishes and put them away in the cupboard. After the kitchen was sparkling clean, she gathered together a picnic basket of cheese and wine. She would

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Sorry for the slow reply: life got real and then I lost the link :: growls ::

[not_queertype]

He's perched in the crotch of a tree, clad in his shirt sleeves, watching for her, a small book in hand. As she approaches, he tucks the book into the neck of his black waistcoat and clambers down to the grass.

"You came, milady Fantine," he says, offering his hand to her.

Re: Sorry for the slow reply: life got real and then I lost the link :: growls ::

[seeherwheniwake]

Fantine's face brightens into a sincere smile when she sees him, and she gently puts her delicate hand in his.

"Oh, I wouldn't have missed it for the world! I am glad that we will have some time just the two of us, and I have been very much looking forward to your reading."

She smiled, meeting his eyes for a moment, very open and tender.

"Shall we find a place to sit? I have a blanket and a picnic."

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[not_queertype]

"Lead the way to a spot that pleases you the most: that place shall be our bower of bliss," he says, offering to take the basket from her.

Re: Sorry for the slow reply: life got real and then I lost the link :: growls ::

[seeherwheniwake]

Fantine blushed a bit, and let him take the basket. He was such a gentleman, and so kind, too!

She led them to a quiet little copse of trees, and sat on the grass, taking the picnic basket again, and spreading them out a nice little snack.

"What are you going to read to me?" she smiled, looking up at him expectantly.

((OOC: OMG, 'bower of bliss'. So perfectly Steerpike, rofl.))