[CLOSED] Color is my day-long obsession-

[daemonized]

WHO: Ardyn Izunia & Grell Sutcliffe
WHERE: An art museum and an ice skating rink in Recollé.
WHEN: Valentine's Day!
WHAT: Date night.
WARNINGS: Potentially terrible accidents involving ice skating. Other than that, none.



the cut was a lie, I just wanted a Monet quote?

Starters below!

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[erythristic]

I'm rather attuned to the sound of getting a message - you never know when it will be someone calling in, asking for my expertise.

[she holds onto the wall to glide through the curve, letting her hand trail across it for support. it's true, what she says, she never did know if someone was going to wake her up needing her to come somewhere, and regardless, she sleeps light.]

So I can forgive it happening even more than once if you find yourself so missing my company. All I ask is that it's not a nightly occurrence.

[daemonized]

Oh, even if my heart absolutely aches for good conversation and fair company, I will refrain from texting you every single night.

[He chuckles. Not because of the absurdity of the idea (he doesn't think it's really that absurd, honestly; his nights are sometimes long and tedious, even if it's own fault he doesn't go to bed at a decent hour), but rather he can only imagine how irritable she might be at him if he did take up the habit of always texting her at odd hours.]

I'm not fond of incurring a woman's wrath, you know.

[erythristic]

Very wise. Too many think in their arrogance that somehow they're charming enough to overstep simple boundaries like allowing someone her rest. Nothing is more certain to leave your heart aching permanently.

[absolutely none were absent from that fate should they bother her too much in the middle of the night. the occasional chat is fine, but exhaustion does nothing to keep her looks or her mood intact.]

But you say "not fond" like it's happened before.

[daemonized]

Only once or twice.

[They found him difficult to read, too flippant, and therefore frustratingly insufferable.

Perhaps they weren't wrong.]

I don't wish to alarm you, though. Maybe I shouldn't have admitted as much; now you might think of me as a scoundrel instead of a gentleman.

[erythristic]

There's not really a chance of me being alarmed. Some gentlemen are as much rogues as the worst of scoundrels, and wear their titles in name only. A woman always has to be on her guard against them.

[and if they were in a different time, she thinks, he'd absolutely be accused of that. but they live in this day and age, where the rules are more flexible.]

But don't fret. If I thought worse of you, you'd know it.

[daemonized]

I'll hold you to that. And don't you dare sugarcoat it.

[He puts his hand to his chest once more, to accentuate his words.] Delve that knife deep into my chest if I've done you wrong, Grell. I would deserve nothing less.