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[cursdwriter]

[[Fakir places a light kiss on his sleeping fiancee's forehead, leaving his gift for her on their sidetable. On the desk, he picks up his quill, and his book, and heads outside.

He sits at the foot of a tall tree overlooking the lake, and begins to write.]]

[ ooc: Gift is also an apology over their first argument, and feel free to ask him what he's

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[lac_de_canes]

[[When Ahiru wakes, she finds her fiance's side of the bed empty, but still warm. He's probably just gotten bored of lying in bed; he always is the one up earlier in the morning. Sighing softly, she sits up in bed and stretches, enjoying the afternoon sunlight on her bare limbs.]] Well, for an argument, that didn't turn out too badly...

[[The sunlight strikes something shiny on the sidetable, and Ahiru looks toward the glint, gasping in delight when she recognizes it. It's simple, just a little gold heart with diamonds set in it, but elegant and so very much like him. She couldn't ask for a more perfect engagement gift. And to think she nearly threatened not to marry him...

She throws on a simple white dress and clasps the necklace around her neck, admiring herself in the mirror for a moment before walking outside to find her husband. She sits down beside him beneath the tree where he's writing, waiting to see how long it will take him to notice her presence.]]

[cursdwriter]

[[There's a soft smile on his face as he continues to write, and he makes no indication that he notices her presence.]]

[lac_de_canes]

[[Ahiru clears her throat softly, waiting...]]

[cursdwriter]

[[He still doesn't seem to notice her, but there's a slight quirk on the corner of his lips as he continues to write.]]