When the moon hits your eye, we are all gonna die... that's amore?? [CLOSED]
Characters: Wolf and Sophie
Content: A romantically candlelit dinner
Setting: The deck of the Winding Way and the streets of Shashta
Time: (backlogged) The night before the full moon
Warnings: Romance is blooming and Wolf is all riled up because it's "that time of the month". Who knows what'll happen!
No one had never put so much effort into making themself look (and smell) presentable before this night. Wolf was determined to give a good impression. The last thing he wanted was to scare Sophie off. She was such a tender flower, but of the beautiful, sweet-smelling sort. Just the thought of her made Wolf smile giddily into his reflection in the mirror on his closet door. Of course behaving himself completely would be nigh impossible because of the full moon. Tempation was held out to him like a bunch great big, colorful lollipops and he was having a hard time resisting. He'd simply have to do the best he could and then apologize later. That was basically the story of his lift right there.
Looking in the mirror Wolf was rather pleased with his reflection. His face was actually shaven for once, hair combed, and clothes clean and actually quite well picked-out. Staring critically for a few seconds longer Wolf finally unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt then smiled and nodded satisfactorily. He'd chosen to wear a pair of black trousers that he normally didn't because they were... tighter than he typically preferred for everyday wear. No! Of course he didn't have an alterior motive! How dare you suggest such a thing. The light coat he wore was well-cut and of a rich, brown leather, reaching down to his knees. It was safe to say he looked rather dashing.
Show time! Reaching for his key he stepped out of his quarters and locked the door behind him, slipping the key into his pocket and humming cheerily to himself as he strode briskly down the hall. Emerging onto the deck through the main hatch doorway, he immediately scanned the area for a certain stunning, redheaded vision.
Content: A romantically candlelit dinner
Setting: The deck of the Winding Way and the streets of Shashta
Time: (backlogged) The night before the full moon
Warnings: Romance is blooming and Wolf is all riled up because it's "that time of the month". Who knows what'll happen!
No one had never put so much effort into making themself look (and smell) presentable before this night. Wolf was determined to give a good impression. The last thing he wanted was to scare Sophie off. She was such a tender flower, but of the beautiful, sweet-smelling sort. Just the thought of her made Wolf smile giddily into his reflection in the mirror on his closet door. Of course behaving himself completely would be nigh impossible because of the full moon. Tempation was held out to him like a bunch great big, colorful lollipops and he was having a hard time resisting. He'd simply have to do the best he could and then apologize later. That was basically the story of his lift right there.
Looking in the mirror Wolf was rather pleased with his reflection. His face was actually shaven for once, hair combed, and clothes clean and actually quite well picked-out. Staring critically for a few seconds longer Wolf finally unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt then smiled and nodded satisfactorily. He'd chosen to wear a pair of black trousers that he normally didn't because they were... tighter than he typically preferred for everyday wear. No! Of course he didn't have an alterior motive! How dare you suggest such a thing. The light coat he wore was well-cut and of a rich, brown leather, reaching down to his knees. It was safe to say he looked rather dashing.
Show time! Reaching for his key he stepped out of his quarters and locked the door behind him, slipping the key into his pocket and humming cheerily to himself as he strode briskly down the hall. Emerging onto the deck through the main hatch doorway, he immediately scanned the area for a certain stunning, redheaded vision.