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Who: gumshoewizard and needsheadphones
What A romantic little evening with a surprise
Where The top of the lighthouse at Demonreach
When Late afternoon of June 23rd
Warnings Sap, fluff, extreme cuteness. Diabeetus imminent.
The lighthouse on Demonreach was one of the first things that Harry rebuilt. In fact, he'd lived in it for a year or better before being convinced that an actual house with actual room to do his wizardly pursuits might be a good idea. And after Fortress Dresden had been finished, he converted the former living space into a library and reading room. The main gallery and the light housing had been converted as well into an observatory. Completely refitted and refurbished by his own hand, no less. Even with Promenade granting them the ability to reconstruct walls and buildings from thought, Harry still valued hard, hand done work over the convenience of just dreaming it up.
Though installing the new balcony was a feat that Rebecca constantly used against him when he got on her about her insane risk-taking.
The lamp housing had had the Fesnel lens removed and converted into a lounging space. His old couch and chairs were up here and the floor was carpeted. A nice table and a few oil lamps made the space comfortable. The view was the best in Promenade if he had to say: an eagle's eye view of the oceanfront and the city with the rising towers of Places of Solace and the palace. His telescope was up here, too, from when he'd started recording the astronomy of Promenade. A lot of jokes were made about that damn thing, and Harry still got cheerful flack from some people about using it to be a peeping tom.
But he was fiddling with it now out of pure nerves. The sun was nearly setting and he'd asked Rebecca to meet him up here right now. He checked his pockets again and eyed the dinner he'd brought up with him. Soup, grilled cheese, some red wine and cheesecake. An odd mix between comfort food and romantic. Maybe he should've just gone full-scale romantic? No, then she'd know something was up. Maybe he should get rid of the wine and the cheesecake then? She'd strangle him if she found out he'd gotten rid of perfectly good cheesecake. Was the soup getting cold? Damnit, maybe he should've done this in the actual house.
Hell's Bells, Dresden, calm down.
He tried to obey his own advice and took a deep breath, consciously turning his focus towards the icy tempest of power that he kept tucked away inside him. Breathe. Check pockets. Check food. Continue to fiddle with telescope. Come what may, tonight was the night the cards were left on the table.
What A romantic little evening with a surprise
Where The top of the lighthouse at Demonreach
When Late afternoon of June 23rd
Warnings Sap, fluff, extreme cuteness. Diabeetus imminent.
The lighthouse on Demonreach was one of the first things that Harry rebuilt. In fact, he'd lived in it for a year or better before being convinced that an actual house with actual room to do his wizardly pursuits might be a good idea. And after Fortress Dresden had been finished, he converted the former living space into a library and reading room. The main gallery and the light housing had been converted as well into an observatory. Completely refitted and refurbished by his own hand, no less. Even with Promenade granting them the ability to reconstruct walls and buildings from thought, Harry still valued hard, hand done work over the convenience of just dreaming it up.
Though installing the new balcony was a feat that Rebecca constantly used against him when he got on her about her insane risk-taking.
The lamp housing had had the Fesnel lens removed and converted into a lounging space. His old couch and chairs were up here and the floor was carpeted. A nice table and a few oil lamps made the space comfortable. The view was the best in Promenade if he had to say: an eagle's eye view of the oceanfront and the city with the rising towers of Places of Solace and the palace. His telescope was up here, too, from when he'd started recording the astronomy of Promenade. A lot of jokes were made about that damn thing, and Harry still got cheerful flack from some people about using it to be a peeping tom.
But he was fiddling with it now out of pure nerves. The sun was nearly setting and he'd asked Rebecca to meet him up here right now. He checked his pockets again and eyed the dinner he'd brought up with him. Soup, grilled cheese, some red wine and cheesecake. An odd mix between comfort food and romantic. Maybe he should've just gone full-scale romantic? No, then she'd know something was up. Maybe he should get rid of the wine and the cheesecake then? She'd strangle him if she found out he'd gotten rid of perfectly good cheesecake. Was the soup getting cold? Damnit, maybe he should've done this in the actual house.
Hell's Bells, Dresden, calm down.
He tried to obey his own advice and took a deep breath, consciously turning his focus towards the icy tempest of power that he kept tucked away inside him. Breathe. Check pockets. Check food. Continue to fiddle with telescope. Come what may, tonight was the night the cards were left on the table.