RP: A Sunset Stroll
Date: February 16th, 2005
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa Black Malfoy
Location: Copper Towers/Streets Of Stoatshead (for now)
Status: Private
Summary: An evening walk between two friends.
Completion: Incomplete
Sanguini was looking in the very dusty mirror in the sad excuse for a bathroom in his now furnished basement. He looked decidely more modern than he usually did, considering he was wearing a pair of jeans. He had worn a pair before, of course, but he was not used to the feel of the denim. Narcissa had given them to him out of the depths of her generous heart, and he was delighted to find that they fit perfectly. He looked at the white button-up shirt he was wearing, also a gift from Narcissa, and was trying to decide whether or not to wear his...trenchcoat. Yes, that was the word. He kept forgetting. He didn't feel cold except in the most extreme temperatures, so it was a decision involving fashion, not practicality. After another moment, he decided against it and went into the bedroom to put on his new boots.
Once they were on and Sanguini was sure that Cheshire was suitably occupied, he checked to make sure he was wearing the silver rings he always kept on his person. They had been a gift from his father and were surprisingly good quality, considering that they had been in the same condition for four hundred years. Sanguini slipped the key to his flat into the pocket of his jeans (there were so many bloody pockets) and left the basement, locking the door behind him with a soft click. He immediately went up to the door of Narcissa's flat and knocked, hoping she would be pleased by seeing her gifts already in use.
Characters: Sanguini and Narcissa Black Malfoy
Location: Copper Towers/Streets Of Stoatshead (for now)
Status: Private
Summary: An evening walk between two friends.
Completion: Incomplete
Sanguini was looking in the very dusty mirror in the sad excuse for a bathroom in his now furnished basement. He looked decidely more modern than he usually did, considering he was wearing a pair of jeans. He had worn a pair before, of course, but he was not used to the feel of the denim. Narcissa had given them to him out of the depths of her generous heart, and he was delighted to find that they fit perfectly. He looked at the white button-up shirt he was wearing, also a gift from Narcissa, and was trying to decide whether or not to wear his...trenchcoat. Yes, that was the word. He kept forgetting. He didn't feel cold except in the most extreme temperatures, so it was a decision involving fashion, not practicality. After another moment, he decided against it and went into the bedroom to put on his new boots.
Once they were on and Sanguini was sure that Cheshire was suitably occupied, he checked to make sure he was wearing the silver rings he always kept on his person. They had been a gift from his father and were surprisingly good quality, considering that they had been in the same condition for four hundred years. Sanguini slipped the key to his flat into the pocket of his jeans (there were so many bloody pockets) and left the basement, locking the door behind him with a soft click. He immediately went up to the door of Narcissa's flat and knocked, hoping she would be pleased by seeing her gifts already in use.