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The Ultimate Devotion

Sep 19, 2009 16:09

WHO: Elizaveta, Roderich
WHEN: Early Saturday evening (september 19)
WHERE: Elizaveta's apartment
WHAT: Celebrating Roderich's safe return home. And, no, it's not a date. Totally.

( Devotion, luxury, chocolate! )

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notaustralian September 20 2009, 00:26:41 UTC

In the easiest term, Roderich was simply not a morning person. He rarely climbed out of bed until the digital clock signified it was nearly noon and if he didn't get out of bed soon, he would go into work late and that would equate one step closing to a demotion or to the line in the unemployment center ( ... )

manlierthanyou September 20 2009, 02:09:52 UTC

Elizaveta had just finished dressing when she heard a loud buzz. "Szar!" she swore under her breath as she finished fastening a yellow flower to her hair. "I'll be right there!" she yelled, forgetting that Roderich obviously couldn't hear her from outside. She ran to the door, pausing when her shoe slipped off to fit it back on and smooth out her skirt nervously.

It was a old dress; her mother made her take it with her to America, and although Elizaveta had argued against it, she rather liked it. Orange with a black skirt and a white blouse, with flowers embroidered along the hem. In Hungary, she only wore it to traditional festivals, but it would have to do in this situation. Whatever this situation was.

Certainly not a date or anything, so why was she so nervous?

Laughing at herself for her foolishness, Elizaveta opened the door, only to be met by a bouquet of roses.

Huh.

notaustralian September 20 2009, 06:53:59 UTC

Roderich was caught off-guard by the door opening. His eyes were locked on a withering petal of the rose. A sigh escaped, and he went on to fix the flowers. How dare the florist cheated him! He paid good money for the roses and he should receive top-quality. What would it say about him if the flowers he picked weren't as beautiful as they could be...!

He had just finished plucking the petal off when the door opened and he was caught with a petal in his hand. He blinked at first, not quite sure how to proceed.

"Good morning," he squeaked out. Oh, that wasn't right.He took his time to prepare his voice while he studied the outfit Elizaveta had on. It wasn't something he had seen women walking around in, and he liked the difference in it.

"T-thanks for inviting me to your place. And you look absolutely lovely."

Crunching the dying petal in his palm, he handed the bouquet over to Elizaveta with a smile and a quiet 'For you'.

manlierthanyou September 20 2009, 23:54:57 UTC

A hand shot up to Elizaveta's face to cover the spreading blush, whispering 'thank you' through her fingers. Never had anyone given her flowers, and she gratefully accepted them. The compliment; well, a lot of people told her she looked 'absolutely lovely'. What was it about the way Roderich said it that made her stomach bottom out?

"Oh. Um, won't you come in?" she invited stepping aside to give him access through the door. She turned and started walking away. "The kitchen's this way. I'm afraid I don't have a dining room," she apologised. She entered the kitchen area, pulling a chair out from the table for her guest with her foot while reaching into a cupboard to get a vase for the roses.

notaustralian September 23 2009, 02:05:46 UTC

Roderich followed Elizaveta into her apartment. He took a quick look around - not wanting to be too intrusive but curious at the same time. The apartment, especially in comparison to his house, was terribly small. It barely had a living room and no visible dining area at all. It would be an overstatement to say he felt claustrophobic, but it certainly had a similar feeling ( ... )

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A GOOD PLACE TO WRAP UP? OR WANNA KEEP GOING? notaustralian October 2 2009, 06:15:13 UTC

Roderich smiled; he wasn't really sure if Elizaveta would say 'yes', but he was certainly glad she did. It had been a while since he last went out with a friend on a dinner, his mind was already running through his collection of outfits and the possible restaurant choices. Not particularly familiar with the restaurants in town though, he would have to ask someone. Ludwig, maybe.

He leaned away and watched Elizaveta fidget with the coffee. Really, she shouldn't worry about such thing! He would much rather enjoy a nice conversation with her. Especially considering how well their last encounter went.

Obediently, he ate his cake with a smile on his face. It was turning out to be a very lovely evening.