The Parade [for Aramis]

[vicioussweetie]

Ali stood a little ways back from the crowds lining the street edging Thomas Park, watching the children dance along to the music. They were certainly enthusiastically Irish for the moment. Ali's own obvious credentials had made getting to the park a challenge, as just about everybody wanted to have a celebratory kiss. And the less said about

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[discreet_valour]

*Enfin! Out of the house at last, and looking almost Celtic himself with the ludicrously sized plastic beaker of green beer in one of those delicate hands - and let's not even talk about the big felt shamrock some cheerful lady has managed to stick behind his ear - her companion is looking rather more himself for the first time in a week or so. His fashionably pale cheeks are pink with the outside air*

It is...it is... *For a moment he grapples for the words, making gestures with his free hand* ...I have not seen anything quite like it! *And he beams* Thankyou for bringing me!

[vicioussweetie]

Ali thinks he looks quite charming with the big shamrock, and the beer is easily forgiven. She's carrying the same, though she's not drinking any of it.

"You're welcome! I'm glad you felt up to coming with us today. Otherwise I would have had to carry you."

[discreet_valour]

*Aramis has drunk almost half of his. It's going to be a race to see what gets him first: the alcohol or the E numbers in the food colouring.*

You would do that - for me? *the dark eyes rwinkle at her* Madame, I would be a terrible burden.

[vicioussweetie]

"Nah," she teases, snaking an arm around his waist companionably, "you're a skinny little thing. And friends are never a burden."