Oh oh, suppose you'll never know
Characters: Balthier [Original] and Dahlia [Original]
Setting: Dahlia's condominium
Time: Evening of January 31st
Summary: Dahlia invited Balthier over for dinner with her sister, who sadly couldn't show up. [Based off the fairy tale plot]
Warnings: Who knows? So far only Dahlia's insistent need to kill the man and her sister.
Dahlia held the carrot on hand as she slowly chopped it into tiny pieces. Stupid Balthier and his prestige, foolish Iris and her dreams of grandeur - it was almost too good to be true. Like something out of a story book and that irritated her. Pathetic dreams of true love.
She scowled as she used the edge of the knife to push away the pieces to the side of the cutting board. She really didn't need to chop up the carrot but it was there...and she may as well boil it with the rest of the vegetables. Soup, after all, sounded delicious. She wiped the knife on her white apron before setting it down to retrieve a potato from the cabinet nearby. She was expecting visitors and thus couldn't get her rather nice Victorian dress dirty.
Though she was shocked she managed to get the corset on herself for once.
Back on track she obtained her knife once more, and started to peel the potato as planned.
Setting: Dahlia's condominium
Time: Evening of January 31st
Summary: Dahlia invited Balthier over for dinner with her sister, who sadly couldn't show up. [Based off the fairy tale plot]
Warnings: Who knows? So far only Dahlia's insistent need to kill the man and her sister.
Dahlia held the carrot on hand as she slowly chopped it into tiny pieces. Stupid Balthier and his prestige, foolish Iris and her dreams of grandeur - it was almost too good to be true. Like something out of a story book and that irritated her. Pathetic dreams of true love.
She scowled as she used the edge of the knife to push away the pieces to the side of the cutting board. She really didn't need to chop up the carrot but it was there...and she may as well boil it with the rest of the vegetables. Soup, after all, sounded delicious. She wiped the knife on her white apron before setting it down to retrieve a potato from the cabinet nearby. She was expecting visitors and thus couldn't get her rather nice Victorian dress dirty.
Though she was shocked she managed to get the corset on herself for once.
Back on track she obtained her knife once more, and started to peel the potato as planned.