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I'm getting married in the morning? ((locked to isabelle_munoz))

Feb 02, 2007 00:02

Duncan got the call from Isabelle reminding him of their dinner "date", and decided to turn his phone off for the next few days. Phone calls, left and right, were all he'd been getting lately, it seemed. He was glad that Methos and Alexa had some time to talk, though, since they needed it. He wanted to talk to Athos, since it seemed the Musketeer ( Read more... )

methos, alexa, tessa, wedding plot, isabelle, athos

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isabelle_munoz February 2 2007, 19:23:54 UTC

Isabelle couldn't remember the last time she'd been this focused on a single thing, this determined to make sure that every last detail was precisely right. It had taken her more than half an hour poring over the room service menu to find just the right dishes that would not only satisfy Duncan's palate, but set the proper mood. Then, once she'd found an idea, there was another twenty minutes of bickering with the hotel's kitchen over the finer details of both preparation and service ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 4 2007, 08:28:37 UTC

"Cute," he replied, nodding at her pose. "Real cute." Actually, she looked beautiful, but Duncan was still too confused about everything to let go of his sarcasm so easily. But, it was Isabelle, and so when she led him to the table that had been set up by room service, he followed her. It wasn't as if this was new for them; every few decades or so she'd pop back into his life and then leave again. She'd always been like that, and they'd always had some good times. Nothing serious, which was exactly what he was looking for right now.

Please, God, nothing serious, he thought to himself.

"Yeah, all right, all right," he grumbled, taking a chair and admiring the spread. She really had gone through quite a lot, and he grabbed his own cup of wine, admiring the vintage as he swirled the red liquid a few times before sipping ( ... )

isabelle_munoz February 5 2007, 07:35:53 UTC

Isabelle watched Duncan over the rim of her wine glass, as he sampled both the food and the drink, her own coq au vin untouched. She was watching for subtle signals, making sure that she'd timed this properly, and that he was in a receptive kind of mood. Before she realized it, he'd stopped, looked right at her and got right to the point ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 5 2007, 07:48:28 UTC

"Secretary," he snickered. "Don't forget hooker. I was around when you were a hooker," he reminded her with an evil grin on his face. He'd always found it unbearably funny that she could be both a nun and a prostitute in one lifetime.

Duncan, however, hadn't been much. He'd always been, well, Duncan. Antiques, art, bookstores... those were so similar that he didn't really care to call them "different" occupations. No, throughout his life, Duncan MacLeod had done very little in terms of "jobs" other than various military ones -- but, he had to admit, he'd done plenty in terms of romances.

Bella, however, had a look on her face that pretty much wiped out the mischievous one he'd had on his. "There's something you haven't done?" He coughed a few times, shaking his head. "Somehow, I doubt that." He looked down at his steak, taking a bite, then back up at her.

"What?" He chewed a little more on his bite, then swallowed nervously. "Oh God, Bella, what?"

isabelle_munoz February 5 2007, 19:56:01 UTC

Isabelle pouted. "I wasn't a hooker. I was a courtesan. It's different." She shook a manicured finger at him. "Besides, if I hadn't spent time as a courtesan, I wouldn't know how to do half of those things you said you liked ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 7 2007, 11:01:50 UTC

She had something up her sleeve, he just knew it. His suspicions were confirmed when she decided to settle herself in his lap. Yeah, he should have known better. The room service, the candles, the wine and steak... casual conversation? It was all part of a plot. Somehow.

He'd narrowed his eyes at her as she'd spoken about her outfit, trying to figure out what she was getting at, when she pretty much dropped a bomb on him.

"What?"

Duncan stood up, his arms around her waist so that he pulled her with him and didn't drop her on her little ass like he should have. "Bella, are you drunk or... no, that can't be it." He was pissed off, and he couldn't figure out why. Duncan started pacing back and forth, then abruptly stopped, pointing a finger directly at her, almost touching her nose. "You... you're just like Amanda... no, worse! Because..." Duncan's hand dropped, then went back up to his hair as he ran his fingers through it nervously ( ... )

isabelle_munoz February 7 2007, 21:34:42 UTC

It was not going as well as Isabelle hoped. Duncan had all but tipped her off his lap before the man literally started pacing the room, throwing question after question at her, clearly upset by the very idea of marrying her and uncomprehending of why she'd ask.

"I assure you, Duncan, I am dead serious," she answered, not afraid to let more than a little pouting into both her expression and her voice.

"Like I said, after five hundred years, there's precious little left in this world that's a novel experience for me, but marriage-- well, a wedding and marriage-- would be!"

Isabelle dropped herself on the bed beside Duncan, but deliberately leaving a few inches' separation.

"And what girl wouldn't want to marry you, Duncan MacLeod? You're a good man, honest and brave and all those wonderful fairytale hero things, and you're funny and smart and handsome and... hopefully, still modest after all that." She giggled. "And I like you very much, and I trust you completely. And that sounds good to me ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 9 2007, 22:09:59 UTC

She was serious. She was serious. She couldn't be serious. Duncan just stared at her, but everything about the way she was talking told him that she was serious.

Why was he repeating that in his head?

"I'm no hero," he mumbled more to himself than back to her, although a little smirk crossed his face when she started rattling off compliments.

"All right, let me get this straight, then," he said, holding her gaze in his. "You want to get married... for fun. To me. And, I don't have to do anything? It's, what, a marriage in name only because you just want to write down in some little book of yours that you got married? Just check it off the list?" He was calming down, at least, but it was all a little weird, still.

"So, all your girly-things aren't going to get moved into here, and... if you're in town and we see each other, then we see each other." Overall, that didn't sound so bad, he had to admit.

Obviously the perk of spending "quality" time with Bella wasn't anything new, though, so he kept his mouth shut on that part.

isabelle_munoz February 10 2007, 07:39:00 UTC

Isabelle shrugged, her demeanor quieting a few degrees. "Duncan, when I was a girl, marriage was a business contract, a... a merger between families. The idea of it being about caring and compatibility and genuinely wanting to spend time with another person rarely entered into the equation. But it's become something different, and I'd like to experience that."

"But," she added, "I don't need every little bit of a mortal marriage. I just want, yes, okay, the fun parts."

She giggled behind her hand. "My 'girly-things'? What, are you worried about cooties?"

"I will find myself a nice apartment-- I did like that Newbury Street area when I went shopping this week, very me-- but we will also have to do at least a little playing house, otherwise it's just not any kind of marriage. Even if it's not any kind of regular marriage." Isabelle laughed, and moved on ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 13 2007, 21:32:10 UTC

"Wait... did you just say 'playing house'? I'm not playing house. I don't play... Bella," he sighed, rubbing his temples again. "You almost had me there, especially once you said you'd do it all and I wouldn't have to do anything."

And the tax break, Duncan thought silently. Even Immortals needed tax breaks every now and then.

He shook his head. "I care about you. I do. You know that, I know that, we've always known that, but..." But what? What, exactly, was stopping him? Tessa was gone again, and for all he knew had never truly returned. He'd had quite enough of "moping" as everyone else liked to call it and -- no, no, they all called it "brooding".

Hmph.

"You know what? Fine. You're on." He waved a hand at her. "You just... do whatever the hell you think you need to do and no big production numbers, got it? We're both doing this as something fun and silly to escape our..." He sighed. Why did he have to explain it to Bella? She probably already knew.

"Just... don't ask Lorne to help you decorate."

isabelle_munoz February 15 2007, 17:21:42 UTC

Isabelle squealed, throwing both arms around Duncan's neck and squeezing him tightly.

"Thank you!" she shouted before peppering his face with kisses. "You are so very much not going to regret this. I assure you that I have a very elegant, very classy ceremony and reception in mind. Not even the least little bit of Vegas." For emphasis, she crossed her heart.

"Not that I would look for help, but who's Lorne ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 17 2007, 07:00:28 UTC

Duncan practically had the air squeezed out of him by Bella's enthusiasm. He patted her back a few times as if to let her know, "It's fine, it's all right." Of course, there was also the lack of oxygen, so maybe he was patting her back to tell her to let him go ( ... )

isabelle_munoz February 21 2007, 23:08:06 UTC

A crooked frown formed on Isabelle's face. "A demon? You do run with an odd crowd these days, Duncan. But I suppose every fellow needs his men friends ( ... )

immortalmacleod February 23 2007, 08:18:43 UTC

He grinned and shook his head at her. She was incorrigible. Simply incorrigible. Then again, that was what most of the women Duncan knew were like.

"Cassandra," he muttered. Damn. He'd have to tell her... well, tell her what? It wasn't like this was a real marriage. And it sure as hell wasn't like he was in love with either Cassandra or Bella. Things would be fine... as long as Bella didn't make a big deal about it.

"No date sounds fine," he smirked. "And I know just the place. It's here in town, and Lorne happens to run it. It's called Focus. Karoake bar. No violence allowed, so Immortals should be safe to mingle." Not that Duncan was expecting a large crowd, though.

isabelle_munoz February 27 2007, 23:46:15 UTC

Isabelle's eyes narrowed, eyes going just a shade darker. "Cassandra? Someone I should know about?"

She wasn't jealous, at least not exactly. But if he had a girlfriend or something, it would make for a bit of an awkward situation at the wedding. Then again, it's not like she didn't understand how Duncan could be. The man always had a woman, even if he didn't exactly realize he did.

"If you're going to have lovers, Duncan, I will insist on knowing about them. So I can plan my visits accordingly."

Her mood picked up at the description of this Focus place. "Sounds splendid. I'll just get in touch with this Lorne, and give him the particulars." Isabelle sat down at her side of the table again. "Now that's out of the way, shall we go back to dinner? Or," she added, smiling sweetly, "maybe we should just skip to dessert."

Yes, she decided, Duncan MacLeod would make a fine part-time husband.

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