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soldiersblade in scorched_logs

sup, saucy ginger?

Jun 28, 2011 19:56

Who: Desmond and Shirley!
When: Uh. Tonight. Ish.
Where: His place in the newbie rentals!
Format: Action!
What: Date night, oho. Des is happy he ended up with someone he really very much likes, lmf.
Warnings: None? Maybe some language. TBA I suppose?

( Fascination ends, here we go again // oh oh oh oh ohhhhh cuz it's cold outside, and you're coming home )

shirley, desmond miles

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thenobledie June 28 2011, 23:36:55 UTC

[it's one of those rare times shirley doesn't just appear in someone else's home. still, it's not an act of politeness so much as mercy; she knows the habit is startling and prefers to not make any discomfort worse for it. ...and desmond has always been really obvious about being attracted to her. and trying to impress her. and it's weirdly endearing, so shirley is using the door.

or rather, nudging it open with her shoe because it's open. hi, desmond. she is just going to smile and stand in the doorway, her shoulder against one side of the doorframe. it's like she never takes that freaking cloak off.]

soldiersblade June 28 2011, 23:49:30 UTC

[yeah, well, the entrance still spooks him a little, the lad muddled in thought, plans, mental rehearsals. for the past several years, the only women he's really dealt with were half-pickled (and half-dressed) bar brats who ended up more impressed, no matter what the conversation, by how well their manicurist did their nails than anything else going on around them.

he stands, dark brows arched in relief that she showed up (not that she had much of a choice), and moves toward her, swiping his hands on near-black jeans before offering to take her cloak.]

Hey... Shirley. I was gonna ask if you had trouble finding the place, but that's... pretty fucking dumb. [have that half-cocked smile again] But you look great, so that's good.

[wait wait wait]

... I mean, not that you usually look like shit.

[great start there, dickhead]

I made you chicken! [and wine. offer her wine.] And wine, but it's... I mean, I bought it. I didn't make it... and it sorta smells like vinegar. But it tastes alright.

[welp. you only succumbed to total ( ... )

thenobledie June 29 2011, 00:35:51 UTC

[the thread doesn't bother as much as it does everyone else. die for the man you love and spend thousands of years without him? you learn to get use to the pain and the compulsion to make the pain worse and be overcome by it - at least after the first few centuries. now, it's some dull feeling, but the string doesn't even have something on that.

shirley could have been fine not coming, but hey, she likes you, desmond.

she steps in enough and turns for him to take her cloak. (which reveals shirley didn't dress herself, it's totally obvious.) and shirley is def looking over her shoulder at him, and the smile is so amused. desmond, you are such an adorable derp.]

I hope you haven't had too much without me.

[mentally comparing ezio and desmond? ...yes. :T]