RP: Christmas Morning
Date: 25 December 2005
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Eleanor Branstone, [The Branstones]
Location: River & D
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie and Eleanor spend a quiet Christmas morning together before the chaos. And then head into the chaos at the Branstones.
Completion: Complete
Ernie slid out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Eleanor. He threw on a T shirt and crept down the stairs. Mandy and Smith had departed yesterday so they finally had the house to themselves. He started the eggs beating and the bread dipping for the pain perdu as he sat down with a clean sheet of parchment, a rather rumpled one, and a quill.
Eleanor, he began, glancing from the rumpled sheet to the clean one. Happy Christmas! This may be one of the very few times in my life that I've written or said those words and actually meant them. I know we said that we weren't going to exchange gifts, but this isn't a gift. Not really.
That had been a point of contention, but she had very sensibly pointed out that they didn't need to exchange gifts. She then added, rather romantically, that getting married was their gift to each other. A flick of his wand sent the first batch of bread into the frying pan with a swish adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Picking up the quill again, he set to writing again.
I'm writing you this letter because there are so many things I want to say to you and I'm fairly certain I won't be able to say them without getting terribly emotional. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And, in less than a week, you'll become my wife. I promise to show you every day how much I love you and to try and be the man you deserve. I know that there will be times when I fail (likely in the latter and not the former), but always know that I do love you and would do anything for you.
He set down his quill and turned over the pain perdu before continuing his letter.
It meant the world to me when you fought for me, for us. No one has ever done that for me before you. If I can make you feel even half as special as you make me feel, I'll call my life an overwhelming success.
Levitating breakfast from the pan, he set it onto two plates, dusting each with powdered sugar and garnishing it with tinned pineapple. He'd paid entirely too much for the pineapple at the market, but it was worth it. Made everything seem tropical. In spite of the weather.
Quickly, he finished his note, On the thirty-first, we'll be the Macmillans. And for the first time in my life, I'll be truly proud to call myself that. I love you, Ernie, and stuffed it into an envelope, scrawled Eleanor's name across the front, and loaded the serving tray with a tea service, forks, their breakfast and the envelope. Levitating it in front of him, he bounded up the stairs. No need to be quiet now. Opening the door, he grinned at Eleanor.
"Happy Christmas, Elle!"
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Eleanor Branstone, [The Branstones]
Location: River & D
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie and Eleanor spend a quiet Christmas morning together before the chaos. And then head into the chaos at the Branstones.
Completion: Complete
Ernie slid out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Eleanor. He threw on a T shirt and crept down the stairs. Mandy and Smith had departed yesterday so they finally had the house to themselves. He started the eggs beating and the bread dipping for the pain perdu as he sat down with a clean sheet of parchment, a rather rumpled one, and a quill.
Eleanor, he began, glancing from the rumpled sheet to the clean one. Happy Christmas! This may be one of the very few times in my life that I've written or said those words and actually meant them. I know we said that we weren't going to exchange gifts, but this isn't a gift. Not really.
That had been a point of contention, but she had very sensibly pointed out that they didn't need to exchange gifts. She then added, rather romantically, that getting married was their gift to each other. A flick of his wand sent the first batch of bread into the frying pan with a swish adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Picking up the quill again, he set to writing again.
I'm writing you this letter because there are so many things I want to say to you and I'm fairly certain I won't be able to say them without getting terribly emotional. You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And, in less than a week, you'll become my wife. I promise to show you every day how much I love you and to try and be the man you deserve. I know that there will be times when I fail (likely in the latter and not the former), but always know that I do love you and would do anything for you.
He set down his quill and turned over the pain perdu before continuing his letter.
It meant the world to me when you fought for me, for us. No one has ever done that for me before you. If I can make you feel even half as special as you make me feel, I'll call my life an overwhelming success.
Levitating breakfast from the pan, he set it onto two plates, dusting each with powdered sugar and garnishing it with tinned pineapple. He'd paid entirely too much for the pineapple at the market, but it was worth it. Made everything seem tropical. In spite of the weather.
Quickly, he finished his note, On the thirty-first, we'll be the Macmillans. And for the first time in my life, I'll be truly proud to call myself that. I love you, Ernie, and stuffed it into an envelope, scrawled Eleanor's name across the front, and loaded the serving tray with a tea service, forks, their breakfast and the envelope. Levitating it in front of him, he bounded up the stairs. No need to be quiet now. Opening the door, he grinned at Eleanor.
"Happy Christmas, Elle!"