Characters: Ffamran and Giselle Content: Date the Second! (also tea) Setting: Melior Time: Backdated to before the Way and Victoria left Warnings: SAP!
Giselle had not actually remembered that Ffamran had asked her out again. It had been a while since they'd spoken -- and what with all the usual play-related chaos going on, and Kurt's announcement, well...who could really blame her?
She still couldn't believe it. Kurt was the captain -- as much as she loved Vash, and was absolutely certain that he would do a wonderful job no matter what anyone else said...she didn't think she'd ever be able to really and truly think of someone else as the captain. It just didn't fit properly into her mind --
She was on the deck when Ffamran arrived, so she saw him before he actually reached the ship. At first she thought she was dreaming -- or maybe the tea leaves she'd used this morning had been just a teensy bit not as fresh as she'd thought -- but then she remembered that oh, yes, the military ship was also in town, wasn't it? And Ffamran had offered --
Oh dear. She wasn't even dressed properly, still in her flour-stained apron and with her hair all mussed up and goodness, she hadn't even taken
( ... )
Ffamran looked up and saw that Giselle wasn't actually dressed for a date so much as work which was actually a bit disappointing, but she seemed to be off to change or powder her nose or whatever it was Giselle did to get ready for a date.
"I do," he called back up.
With that he made his way up the gangplank and back to Giselle's room. He hadn't actually thought to bring flowers, perhaps he should have, but he didn't think it would be too much of a problem. Giselle seemed happy to see him regardless.
Giselle was moving at hyper-Giselle-speed. She barely even had time for a pre-date song -- she sang the opening bars as she ran down the stairs, trying to think of the words as she went. Goodness, she was all in a fluster today, wasn't she? Couldn't even remember the words for a proper getting-dressed refrain. She kept wanting to rhyme orange with doorhinge, and there was nothing romantic about doorhinges at all!
The mice followed her as she went, and it was only from years of practice that she didn't crush them beneath her little feet as she skipped along. (Giselle did not really run. She just frolicked at a faster pace than usual.) A group of them helped her out of her apron; one of them adjusted her hem as she reached her room and began rummaging around. Another mouse caught her hat as she flung it wildly off her head.
"Oh where is my hairbrush?" she sang, digging through stacks of music sheets and old scripts and good heavens, when had her room gotten so messy? (Giselle was one of those people who cleans everything obsessively,
( ... )
She hadn't changed much, it seemed, but she still looked quite adorable.
"Quite well, actually." It wasn't a complete lie, after all, he'd gotten a promotion - or he was going to - and they were going to be leaving Melior shortly. "I have all sorts of news that just doesn't seem the type of thing to send over the journals."
He took her hand and leaned to give her wrist a very soft kiss.
"You are looking positively radiant today. I hope you are prepared to enjoy the best tea in Melior."
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She still couldn't believe it. Kurt was the captain -- as much as she loved Vash, and was absolutely certain that he would do a wonderful job no matter what anyone else said...she didn't think she'd ever be able to really and truly think of someone else as the captain. It just didn't fit properly into her mind --
She was on the deck when Ffamran arrived, so she saw him before he actually reached the ship. At first she thought she was dreaming -- or maybe the tea leaves she'd used this morning had been just a teensy bit not as fresh as she'd thought -- but then she remembered that oh, yes, the military ship was also in town, wasn't it? And Ffamran had offered --
Oh dear. She wasn't even dressed properly, still in her flour-stained apron and with her hair all mussed up and goodness, she hadn't even taken ( ... )
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Ffamran looked up and saw that Giselle wasn't actually dressed for a date so much as work which was actually a bit disappointing, but she seemed to be off to change or powder her nose or whatever it was Giselle did to get ready for a date.
"I do," he called back up.
With that he made his way up the gangplank and back to Giselle's room. He hadn't actually thought to bring flowers, perhaps he should have, but he didn't think it would be too much of a problem. Giselle seemed happy to see him regardless.
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The mice followed her as she went, and it was only from years of practice that she didn't crush them beneath her little feet as she skipped along. (Giselle did not really run. She just frolicked at a faster pace than usual.) A group of them helped her out of her apron; one of them adjusted her hem as she reached her room and began rummaging around. Another mouse caught her hat as she flung it wildly off her head.
"Oh where is my hairbrush?" she sang, digging through stacks of music sheets and old scripts and good heavens, when had her room gotten so messy? (Giselle was one of those people who cleans everything obsessively, ( ... )
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"Quite well, actually." It wasn't a complete lie, after all, he'd gotten a promotion - or he was going to - and they were going to be leaving Melior shortly. "I have all sorts of news that just doesn't seem the type of thing to send over the journals."
He took her hand and leaned to give her wrist a very soft kiss.
"You are looking positively radiant today. I hope you are prepared to enjoy the best tea in Melior."
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