Estelle
And this here night's resolved
Wed Dec 18, 2013 13:39
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Impatient, she twirled her fork between her fingers and tried not to blatantly stare at Liam while waiting for his answer. Perhaps he was just pretending to be hesitant, the thought reminding her of a period back at the New Zealand Academy when her brothers had held informal debates between themselves on how many waiting hours were required before responding to the charmed letter of a female admirer, a topic they presented to her seventeen-year-old eye-rolling self under the bizarre rationalization that too quick responses meant they were clingy and too late indicated disinterest thus they had to find an appropriate middle ground so as not to scare the poor girl off. Estelle had always considered such things ridiculous; if she had a fancy for somewhere, then by all means, she was perfectly capable of marching up to tell them so… To her surprise, though, she had discovered periodically throughout her forays into the dating scene that some people were scared off by that straightforward manner, which left her concerned over the blonde man’s hesitation.

Then he told her that he wouldn’t be opposed to it, either, and she found herself grinning, the fork’s restless twirling coming to a standstill. Phew. Her big mouth could get her in trouble sometimes, but she didn’t want to screw this up. “You cook?” she queried, feeling strangely excited at the prospect of someone cooking for her.“I’m not much of a cook myself, that’s one thing I never got the hang of. Eating is more my area when it comes to food.” Estelle was from a Pureblooded family, but she hadn’t been raised to any traditionalist factors and to this day she still didn’t like calling on RMI’s elves, so most of her meals were prepared by herself in the kitchen nook of her private quarters. And, subsequently, most of these meals consisted of stewed whatever-happened-to-be-on-sale-at-the-grocery or peanut butter sandwiches. She did like eating nice meals, like this fancy lobster Bailey had acquired for them, but there were still few items that hit the spot quite as well as a simple peanut butter sandwich.

“I’d love to go for a walk.” Not wanting to waste the last bit of champagne in her glass (it was good champagne, of course she wouldn’t waste it) she downed it in a hasty sip and then got to her feet, bemusedly noting their totally un-ignorable height difference. Liam had to be at least six feet, she decided, estimating his height based off of the walls and doorframe, which left him at least a foot taller than her. Ah, well. That wasn’t exactly unexpected for her. She folded small hands into her pockets and smiled up at him, absently shaking a stray brown lock out of her face. “Righto, let’s split.” Booted heels clumping lightly against the floor, Estelle was just leaving the room with him when another note flew up towards her, and she snagged it out of the air. Her curiosity while unfolding it was promptly replaced with a snicker, shaking her head. ‘Who’d’ve thought I’d be forgiving you for this set-up? Hah, well, you did, apparently!’

You’re welcome.
~Bailey.


  • Easy for some maybe, but not me.Liam, Sat Nov 30 19:12
    “Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Liam tapped his... more
    • And this here night's resolved — Estelle, Wed Dec 18 13:39
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