RP: So much to do, so little time!
Date: May 21, 2005
Characters: Gilderoy and Julian
Location: In the dining room at Julian’s flat
Status: Private
Summary: After dinner, the boys start making lists, making plans, making invitations, and eventually (hopefully) making love (again)
Completion: Incomplete
“What would you think of cold sandwiches and some of Seti’s balaklava? Or we could just make the balaklava sauce and put it on toast. That was rather scrummy. Serve some fruit in whipped cream and chicken salad? You know Knobby does such a good job with her chicken salad.”
Gilderoy pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and set the catering list aside. Ever since dinner ended, he and Julian had been making lists and making plans. Well, more like Gilderoy had been making the lists and Julian had been forced to sit there and listen to him go over all of the details he could think of.
“Now, I want peonies and white bows. I can make the bows myself, but the peonies we’ll have to get from somewhere else. I don’t suppose you know of someone who has an abundance of them, do you?”
He had already begun making their wedding robes - dressing Julian in silver with green trim and himself in green with silver trim. The design would, of course, be a surprise to Julian, but Gilderoy was confident he knew what his fiancee would like. After all, the more lace, the more shiny embroidery, the more ribbons and bows, the better, right?
Georges had been sitting at the table with them since just after dinner ended, and he had seemed bored and unamused at the lack of attention he was receiving from the two men. As if to add his own opinion on the situation, he turned around, raised a tail to the them, released a quiet but potent cloud of kneazle gas (oh great Mordred the stench!), and hopped off the table, off to find amusement somewhere else.
“Great Scott!” Gilderoy exclaimed, clasping a hand to his nose. “What in the name of all that’s holy crawled up that poor kitten’s arse and died in there?”
Characters: Gilderoy and Julian
Location: In the dining room at Julian’s flat
Status: Private
Summary: After dinner, the boys start making lists, making plans, making invitations, and eventually (hopefully) making love (again)
Completion: Incomplete
“What would you think of cold sandwiches and some of Seti’s balaklava? Or we could just make the balaklava sauce and put it on toast. That was rather scrummy. Serve some fruit in whipped cream and chicken salad? You know Knobby does such a good job with her chicken salad.”
Gilderoy pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and set the catering list aside. Ever since dinner ended, he and Julian had been making lists and making plans. Well, more like Gilderoy had been making the lists and Julian had been forced to sit there and listen to him go over all of the details he could think of.
“Now, I want peonies and white bows. I can make the bows myself, but the peonies we’ll have to get from somewhere else. I don’t suppose you know of someone who has an abundance of them, do you?”
He had already begun making their wedding robes - dressing Julian in silver with green trim and himself in green with silver trim. The design would, of course, be a surprise to Julian, but Gilderoy was confident he knew what his fiancee would like. After all, the more lace, the more shiny embroidery, the more ribbons and bows, the better, right?
Georges had been sitting at the table with them since just after dinner ended, and he had seemed bored and unamused at the lack of attention he was receiving from the two men. As if to add his own opinion on the situation, he turned around, raised a tail to the them, released a quiet but potent cloud of kneazle gas (oh great Mordred the stench!), and hopped off the table, off to find amusement somewhere else.
“Great Scott!” Gilderoy exclaimed, clasping a hand to his nose. “What in the name of all that’s holy crawled up that poor kitten’s arse and died in there?”