[meme] in the spirit of the holidays...
• THE BACCANO! REQUEST MEME •
because the kink meme wasn't very kinky and we needed some kind of holiday exchange.
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because the kink meme wasn't very kinky and we needed some kind of holiday exchange.
HOW THIS WORKS:☞ post a comment with what you'd like and how you'd like it ( Read more... )
“I didn’t,” Eve replied. “But Samantha said that she would meet me at two-thirty. I really shouldn’t be late.”
“No, I suppose not,” Luck replied. “But ten minutes seems like enough time to enjoy some ice cream. They make it with rock salt - it really is quite good. I’ll walk you out, if you like.”
Eve laughed a little. She hadn’t thought of Luck Gandor as one to enjoy ice cream. She’d always thought him more of the gin type, but here he was, cone in hand. Still, a little ice cream couldn’t hurt. “Are you sure it won’t be a problem?” she asked.
“Not at all,” Luck said genially. He turned toward the ice cream vendor, fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out some cash, which he set down on the top of the cart. “One for the lady, please.” While the vendor got to work scooping out an ice cream for her, Luck turned back around toward his companion. “I’m just waiting for Claire to get in. I don’t suppose you know-“
“I know Claire,” Eve said. “He’s Chane’s fiancé.” Though she didn’t know Chane very well, she had stayed in Eve’s house with the rest of Jacuzzi’s gang last year. Jacuzzi had struck up something of a friendship with the silent woman, and Eve had seen her on several occasions this past year. “I’d heard they were out of town. They come back today?”
Luck nodded.
“Well, please send my regards,” she said. She couldn’t just cancel her plans to spend time with the couple, but she could always make plans to see them later.
The ice cream vendor handed Luck a cone, which he then handed to Eve. She licked it, savoring the sweet, creamy taste of the treat. “Thank you,” she said. “I’d better go meet Samantha.”
“My pleasure,” Luck replied. He fell in next to her. “I’ll walk you out. It’s no inconvenience.”
Eve smiled and let him.
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Eve Genoard’s servant Samantha opened the door. “Oh,” she said. “You’re Luck Gandor.”
It was not the most encouraging greeting, but Luck shrugged that off. He had, after all, had worse greetings in his time. “Is Miss Genoard home?” he asked. “We have something of an appointment.”
“She’s in,” Samantha replied. “Please, come in. I’ll call her downstairs.” She opened the door wider, and let Luck in, and then left him in the foyer. Luck waited, his resting over the wrapped package in his coat pocket.
Eve appeared a moment later, descending down the front stairs and into the foyer, Samantha following directly behind as a chaperone. She smiled slightly, and he thought that she looked very pretty, in her scooped-neck blue summer dress, with a fawn-colored belt just above the pockets and her hair in a powder-blue ribbon.
“Mr Gandor,” Eve said, with a small nod of her head. “It’s good to see you again.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Luck replied smoothly. He reached into his pocket for the small package. “I have a… Christmas gift for you.” He grinned wryly at the warm weather outside, but reached into his jacket pocket anyway and pulled out the brown-paper wrapped parcel.
“You wrapped it,” Eve said, taking it in her hands and turning it over. The surprise was evident in her voice, and Luck suddenly wondered if he shouldn’t have. She laughed a little bit. “I guess that makes it more festive. It doesn’t feel much like Christmas, I suppose.”
“We could sing carols,” Luck offered. “Although I’m afraid I’m not that good.”
Eve laughed at that. “That’s a good idea,” she said. “But I have a better one. Follow me.”
She led him to a cozy parlor with several large armchairs and a small gramophone sitting on an end table, right in front of a large book case, with many books but a shelf of long thin spines proved that Eve had several records to her name. Luck took a seat in one of the armchairs, and Samantha chose a vantage point by the door, while Eve went over to the bookcase to search through some of the records, and picked one from the bunch. She set it on the gramophone, and Richard B Smith began to croon.
“Sleighbells ring, are you listening…”
“There,” Eve said, turning around to smile at him. “That feels more festive, I think.” She picked the package up from where she had set it beside the gramophone. “Now,” she said, and she tore into the brown parcel.
Luck suddenly felt his chest tighten with nervousness. He had spent more time than he cared to admit in picking that out for her. But to his relief, Eve smiled widely when she saw the delicate necklace that was his present.
“It’s lovely,” she said, her voice soft. Luck watched her examine it, and thought that he might be smiling as well. “I suppose that means I have to give you yours.” She reached into one of the pockets of her summer dress and brought out the pocketwatch, and handed it to Luck.
He took it from her, and for an electric moment their fingers brushed. And then, without even thinking about it, and ignoring Samantha’s scandalized gasp, he stood up and took both her hand and the pocket watch in his own and began to dance with her to Christmas music in June.
Luck was very sure that he was smiling.
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now I can feel like this was actually worth it. :)
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