Lucien Dubois
Date night! [Francine]
Tue Mar 7, 2017 18:02
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By some stroke of misfortune, Lucien had never had a girlfriend during Valentine's. He didn't entirely understand how it had worked out that way, but his Februarys had always come and gone company-free. Granted, in past years he hadn't considered it particularly misfortunate: in the vein of ~teenage romance~, there had always been some form of mushy hearts party as well as some form of sulky/independent singles' protest, both of which he had actively avoided and instead used the time for extra studying.

Until this year. At present, he not only had a girlfriend but a proper, actually-lasted-more-than-a-month girlfriend. This was what had led him to conclude that his prior years of girlfriendless Februarys were misfortunate, because having Francine now was undeniably fortunate. Also undeniably weird. And a bit unsettling whenever he realized for the nth time just how much louder she had made his life; he'd never been one for loud. But they were good overall, in his opinion, and even in specifics.

Lacking experience, he hadn't been sure of what their date tonight should entail. What did Valentine's look like, besides holing up in the library? Holidays and books weren't synonymous for Francine like they were for him. Of course, he hadn't asked for her input. When February 1st rolled around and they hadn't broken up, a milestone for his dating record, Lucien had just told her not to make any plans and then avoided talking of it any further - it wasn't too hard to occupy themselves nonverbally. He was taking her on a date tonight not out of obligation but because he'd realized that he really wanted to, and it was going to be a surprise. Or as much as it could be, anyways.

Cue the note he'd sent her by barn owl this morning, inked in his precise cursive on mint-green cardstock (pink was overdone):

Ma belle,
Meet me at the elevator tonight, quarter to seven.
Dress to impress. (You always do.)
Yours, L.D.


His official signature had slipped out automatically, but he hadn't felt the need to correct it.

Six-thirty found the Canadian already waiting at the elevator, part because he preferred to be early, part because staying in his dorm the extra minutes ran the risk of him changing his outfit again. Lucien wouldn't call himself nervous, per se, but he was feeling jittery about tonight. The downside of careful planning was that it opened all sorts of avenues for the plan to crash.

Fidgeting with the end of his black-and-silver striped tie, Lucien caught himself and tucked his free hand into the pocket of grey pants instead. After a concise but thorough debate, he had opted not to wear a full suit, so the neatly-pressed button-down shirt that he'd convinced himself was more of a blue than violet (it wasn't) was paired with his normal long black jacket. The debate of glasses vs. contacts had been much easier: contacts dried out his eyes too quickly in the spring breeze, and glasses looked more distinguished, anyways. The debate of his hair, meanwhile, had been no debate at all, because it was too short for him to do much with.

Mentally double triple-checking that he was satisfied with the outcomes of these debates passed the time quickly. He straightened up when he spotted Francine approaching, pulling out his other hand from behind his back to present her with a large orchid with a black fabric bow tied around the stem. "Bonsoir, madame," Lucien greeted her, formal words paired with the easy smile that only really came out when she was around. "You'll have to undo that before we can start," he continued, referencing the bow. "This is going to be a surprise, you see - or rather, you won't." His comment would make sense once Francine undid the bow; she would (presumably) recognize the fabric as a silk blindfold.

    • The best night! - Francine Holtz, Thu Mar 9 01:34
      It was the shortest dress she owned. Francine stared at her reflection for a very long time, inspecting her incredibly visible bird legs from every possible angle. Apparently horizontal stripes were... more
      • I have high expectations - Lucien, Fri Mar 10 00:00
        His smile turned into more of a smirk at her joke. “Maybe on the way back,” he suggested. “But we’ve got places to be.” Careful not to pinch her hair, Lucien tied it on over her eyes, just tight... more
        • You're surpassing all of mine - Francine, Sun Mar 12 00:35
          Her boyfriend’s smirk became obscured as he reached around and tied the blindfold on her, an excited shiver running up her spine. Then Lucien’s hand was in hers, and her goosebumps melted, his warmth ... more
          • I aim to please - Lucien, Mon Mar 13 00:22
            His slight rambling upon removing her blindfold had come about spontaneously, as he’d suddenly felt the need to explain himself. This type of date fell under the category of ‘things he would complain ... more
            • Ready, aim, fire. - Francine, Mon Mar 13 02:24
              Francine glanced eagerly around them to find just the right table. Just as she found one she liked, she noticed Lucien’s extended hand. He wanted to take her jacket. For a moment, she hesitated, but... more
              • Well, let's hold off on the fire for now - Lucien, Mon Mar 13 13:43
                He laughed and nodded agreeably. “Sounds good.” Flipping open the menu, Lucien glanced down the (admittedly short) list of offerings, looking for something that she would appreciate. There were all... more
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