RP: Kidnapping Elle
Date: 18 August 2005
Character(s): Zacharias Smith, Eleanor Branstone (mentions of Wayne and Ernie)
Location: House on River & D and then the Soap Shop
Status: Private
Summary: Zach and Elle have a chat.
Completion: InComplete
Zach felt fantastic. It was the first time in over a week that he actually felt good. Last night had everything to do with that. He'd woken Mandy with a kiss, and then another and another, and instructed her to stay in bed as long as she could. He'd kept her up fairly late, after all. He promised he'd be by later to check on her, and after a few more kisses, and a fair amount of playing, he'd reluctantly gone to his flat. He dressed quickly and spent the next hour putting flyers up around Stoats for Elle's shop. He figured that would make it harder for her to tell him no.
Once finished, he gleefully got Wayne out of bed, thrilled that he met him at the door half dressed, and proceeded to 'help' him dress. It took a bit longer than it should have, but still, by the time they were out of the flat and had purchased lunch for both Ernie and Elle, it was only a bit past ten.
Elle had seemed pleased to see them both, and Macmillan had seemed pleased to see Wayne. He'd been less pleased when Zach announced that Eleanor needed some fresh air and that Wayne and Ernie needed time to visit, so he was taking her out for a bit.
Zach was glad Ernie's wand wasn't nearby. But, luckily, they'd made it out of the house without incident, other than a few glares, and a wink from Wayne. Zach's face had burned at that and he'd held Wayne's eyes a bit too long before turning away, but he didn't think anyone had noticed.
He hoped not anyway. Ah, hell. Had they stood too close? Did they see his hand brush Wayne's? Because Macmillan was the last person he wanted to find out about his love life. And he didn't really like the idea of Elle thinking him a bastard either.
He pulled the door shut behind him and Eleanor, as he ushered her down the steps. "Macmillan seems to be feeling better. His glare was unaffected. You look better," he said tentatively. "Still tired but you've lost the black rings around your eyes so you're at least sleeping some. How are you? Really? And don't put on that pretty smile of yours and tell me you're fine, I know that's a lie," he added gently.
Character(s): Zacharias Smith, Eleanor Branstone (mentions of Wayne and Ernie)
Location: House on River & D and then the Soap Shop
Status: Private
Summary: Zach and Elle have a chat.
Completion: InComplete
Zach felt fantastic. It was the first time in over a week that he actually felt good. Last night had everything to do with that. He'd woken Mandy with a kiss, and then another and another, and instructed her to stay in bed as long as she could. He'd kept her up fairly late, after all. He promised he'd be by later to check on her, and after a few more kisses, and a fair amount of playing, he'd reluctantly gone to his flat. He dressed quickly and spent the next hour putting flyers up around Stoats for Elle's shop. He figured that would make it harder for her to tell him no.
Once finished, he gleefully got Wayne out of bed, thrilled that he met him at the door half dressed, and proceeded to 'help' him dress. It took a bit longer than it should have, but still, by the time they were out of the flat and had purchased lunch for both Ernie and Elle, it was only a bit past ten.
Elle had seemed pleased to see them both, and Macmillan had seemed pleased to see Wayne. He'd been less pleased when Zach announced that Eleanor needed some fresh air and that Wayne and Ernie needed time to visit, so he was taking her out for a bit.
Zach was glad Ernie's wand wasn't nearby. But, luckily, they'd made it out of the house without incident, other than a few glares, and a wink from Wayne. Zach's face had burned at that and he'd held Wayne's eyes a bit too long before turning away, but he didn't think anyone had noticed.
He hoped not anyway. Ah, hell. Had they stood too close? Did they see his hand brush Wayne's? Because Macmillan was the last person he wanted to find out about his love life. And he didn't really like the idea of Elle thinking him a bastard either.
He pulled the door shut behind him and Eleanor, as he ushered her down the steps. "Macmillan seems to be feeling better. His glare was unaffected. You look better," he said tentatively. "Still tired but you've lost the black rings around your eyes so you're at least sleeping some. How are you? Really? And don't put on that pretty smile of yours and tell me you're fine, I know that's a lie," he added gently.