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Characters: Asch fon Fabre and Natalia Luzu Kimlasca-Lanvaldear
Content: Discussing politics, their future, and being rather awkward and in love.
Setting: Valhalla, noble section of the city
Time: Mid-afternoon, almost evening. Random day.
Warnings: Nothing; they are so super proper here and cute. Asch doesn't like cursing around Natalia.
As Asch approached the gates to the Kimlascan estate, he wondered if it would be considered rude that he hadn't brought a gift for Natalia. It was silly to think of it like that; Natalia wouldn't have cared. But it had been several weeks since he'd seen her, and maids were maids, and would talk. If he was considered "rude," it would reflect back on his father, who would in turn give him a long lecture he didn't really have the patience or energy to deal with at the moment.
Announcing himself to the butler and requesting Natalia's presence, Asch glanced around the estate with the same twinge of boredom he'd always felt. His hair was sleek and proper, not a strand out of place. His gloves and uniform were pristine, the grounds were gorgeous, his career was skyrocketing and he wasn't even out of the Academy, he was betrothed to a beautiful woman; life was perfect.
Agonizingly so.
He longed for the days when he could scrape his knees and soil his clothing without care, when he and Natalia would unknowingly shout profanities (much to the horror of their parents) at each other, tackling, playing. He missed the fun.
The butler returned and announced her arrival, and Asch paid strict attention; life was agonizingly perfect, but nothing could beat seeing his best friend and future wife after nearly six weeks apart.
Content: Discussing politics, their future, and being rather awkward and in love.
Setting: Valhalla, noble section of the city
Time: Mid-afternoon, almost evening. Random day.
Warnings: Nothing; they are so super proper here and cute. Asch doesn't like cursing around Natalia.
As Asch approached the gates to the Kimlascan estate, he wondered if it would be considered rude that he hadn't brought a gift for Natalia. It was silly to think of it like that; Natalia wouldn't have cared. But it had been several weeks since he'd seen her, and maids were maids, and would talk. If he was considered "rude," it would reflect back on his father, who would in turn give him a long lecture he didn't really have the patience or energy to deal with at the moment.
Announcing himself to the butler and requesting Natalia's presence, Asch glanced around the estate with the same twinge of boredom he'd always felt. His hair was sleek and proper, not a strand out of place. His gloves and uniform were pristine, the grounds were gorgeous, his career was skyrocketing and he wasn't even out of the Academy, he was betrothed to a beautiful woman; life was perfect.
Agonizingly so.
He longed for the days when he could scrape his knees and soil his clothing without care, when he and Natalia would unknowingly shout profanities (much to the horror of their parents) at each other, tackling, playing. He missed the fun.
The butler returned and announced her arrival, and Asch paid strict attention; life was agonizingly perfect, but nothing could beat seeing his best friend and future wife after nearly six weeks apart.