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[wellsuited]

Who: Sebastian Michaelis (demon_andbutler), Elena (wellsuited)
When: Forward dated to the 22nd.
Where: A theater in Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: The horrible result of Elena winning a certain butler at the date auction.
Warnings: Fantasized violence.

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[demon_andbutler]

Anatolian opera was similar to the opera Sebastian was familiar with, and yet... well. There were clear differences in subject matter. This particular opera revolved around the Twins, although they were depicted as swans, one white and one black. ...Scorched were being sacrificed to them, as well, if the fake pit of fire was any indication.

When Elena glanced at him, he seemed completely absorbed in the show, opera glasses held up to his eyes. In his peripheral vision, he could see she was looking at him, and she did not look pleased. He'd had no doubt opera would not be her forte. It was an ostentatious and ridiculous form of human expression, but it was the most "proper" activity for a date that he could think of.

He lowered the opera glasses, met her gaze, and grinned smugly.

He certainly was enjoying himself.

[wellsuited]

It's a wonder that she didn't give herself whiplash. Elena turned her head, pointedly breaking the eye contact with just that much force. She should be paying more attention to the opera. It was obviously about the Twins and there was precious little information about them as it was. She lifted her own opera glasses...

"Oh wow!"

The cry was met with irritated shushes on either side of her. It wasn't what was on stage that excited her though. It was just how clear and close-up the glasses brought it.

They might just come in handy for the back rows of the Arena.

Elena yawned softly and squirmed in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable. How long could something like this go on?

Long enough to rest her eyes, surely.

[demon_andbutler]

Oh dear. Elena hadn't yet warmed to him, even after all the trouble he'd gone to in order to make the night memorable. She looked like a lady for once, and even Sebastian had purchased attire for an evening out so he wouldn't be mistaken for her manservant. (Although he was certain she would have liked if he had.)

He noticed she squirmed like a child and even yawned like one. He would say nothing if she fell asleep. He would simply pick her up and carry her out.

[wellsuited]

She really would have liked it if someone had made such a mistake. Then she could've been the one with the smug grin. But no. He had to dress...well, like a date.

She could say one thing for opera...it provided the perfect conditions for a much needed nap.

That he managed to pick her up and actually carry her out without waking her was to his credit. Elena wasn't a sound sleeper by any means. She even squirmed in his arms, turning more towards him and fingers curling into what she thought was a pillow.

Huh. Her pillow has a shoulder blade.

Elena's eyes flew open, the fight instinct kicking in instantly. She pushed away from him, sleep still fogging her brain and making unsure of her transporter's identity. She still had a gun on her, she just had to reach it and take aim.

She probably wouldn't pull the trigger once she realized it was just him. Probably.