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Post by Claes de las Aragonia (I) on Jul 28, 2009 10:20:45 GMT -5
I arrived at the Cockeral a little bit early for our date, wearing a scarlet shirt with an open V neck over a white silk undershirt, as well as a dark red pair of breeches. I didn't order anything at the bar, instead waiting patiently for my date to show up outside.
My plan was to take her shopping for dresses and whatnot, and then to bring her to a nice restaurant afterward to relax after it. It was a very nice day so far, and there was no hint of it changing any time soon. Altogether, this looked like it would go very smoothly.
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jul 28, 2009 15:26:42 GMT -5
I had been waiting for this day, and when it finally came I fussed over everything. I had never been one to do that, to be all... overtly feminine, and especially not to be in the company of a man. Most men I knew on a different level, bearing arms, fighting side by side in a bloody frenzy, not shopping for frilly little things.
Well not those frilly little things. The thought brought had brought a blush to my cheeks earlier as I looked at myself in the mirror. Flaming red hair, deeper though in shade, with a sprinkling of freckles over my cheeks and across my nose, though very little, from being out in the sun far too much during the summer months. My hair fell in curls, more distinct than the waves my hair usually fell in, my locks shining, even in the dim light of the bedroom before I had set out. I dressed myself in a dress that was nigh the same shade as my hair, strapless, bearing my shoulders and woad markings, my pride, though not particularly my joy. My dress was still not the customary length, falling mid-calf and of a flowing satin fabric. It laced tight in the back, showing whatever curves I could boast. My feet were slippered in white slippers. I rimmed my blue-green eyes with khol, making the colour jump out at me, and did not bother to rouge my cheeks - they had a tendency to do that on their own. I had breathed myself into calm quietude, then.
But now, oh now, I was a bundle of nerves as I walked up to where the Cockeral stood, finding Claes standing before it, looking calm and at ease, while I held my hands before me, clutching a small, black velvet purse.
I mounted the front steps, smiling, beaming really, and no doubt like an idiot, as I approached Claes.
I curtsied low, holding it before rising.
"I am glad to see you didn't bow out after all my earlier warnings," I said, a smile still on my lips, though hopefully not appearing as giddy as it was as when I had first approached him.
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Post by Claes de las Aragonia (I) on Jul 29, 2009 10:51:32 GMT -5
Sitting there on alert, searching through the crowd for the face I knew would be coming, I finally caught a glimpse of her red hair. I just watched as she approached, smiling easily as I usually did.
One of the other gifts that I received from my time as a Palace guard in Aragonia was the ability to read a person's face with an uncanny degree of accuracy. It came as no surprise to me that she would be so glad, but I was still slightly staggered by the fact that she was on such a different level of it. She seemed to be very self-conscious right now, so I decided to appease that much of her with a few simple words.
"How could I bow out to a date with such a lovely woman? And now that I see you, gorgeous as you are, I am again glad I did not!"
I finally took a moment to fully appreciate her as I stood up. She was clad in a dashing red dress, one to match my own clothing, which was obviously a pleasant coincidence. I could see her woad markings on her shoulders, and although they were fearsome, they were still oddly natural, as though they were a part of her. The dress revealed much more of another part of her that I also found very charming, although I would not admit to noticing it.
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jul 29, 2009 11:00:38 GMT -5
I smiled brightly then. There was no need to be so self-conscious, really. We had gotten along swimmingly when we had met by happinstance before. Why should a meeting more orchestrated make me feel any less confident.
Though I really couldn't help but blush at the compliment. I quirked my lips into a lopsided grin, noticing we matched. "Well, I am all too happy to have such a dashing man to accompany me," I said, looking from his feet to his eyes, though hopefully not too obviously. "And if our matching can attest to fashion sense, we may find today to be far easier than pulling teeth." I looked around us, familiar with the Cockeral which we stood outside of, having visited it once in my travels in search for riveting conversation.
Which I had not found.
"So then, dear Claes," I said with a smile, "what shall we do first."
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Post by Claes de las Aragonia (I) on Jul 31, 2009 17:01:58 GMT -5
I smiled at the compliment she returned to me. I wasn't as 'dashing' as I used to be, but I could tell she was being genuine, which was all that really mattered to me.
Since I had been planning right before she showed up, I was able to answer her inquiry with no hesitation. "I was thinking that first we ought to browse around for a while, and see if there was anything that particularly caught your eye."
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Aug 7, 2009 8:17:17 GMT -5
I smiled and laughed softly. "Alright... though I am not entirely sure whether what will catch my eye is really fitting to what is of the mode in Terre d'Ange," I said, swirling my skirts for emphasis, but I guess that was part of the point of the adventure for today. My dresses never touched the floor, unless it was for some sort of formal affair. "Leave me to my own devices and I'd pick out a warriors outfit in a costume shoppe," I said with a laugh. "But let's on our way then. I'm excited to spend this time with you, even if a fashion epiphany doesn't come to me."
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Post by Claes de las Aragonia (I) on Aug 11, 2009 10:41:29 GMT -5
I chuckled when she made fun of herself; I didn't think she would look half bad in a warrior's costume. "Well, then," I said humorously, "I guess I'll have to cancel my plans for the costume shop. I suppose I'll have to use my apparent skill as a fashion aficionado to find you a fitting outfit."
"In any case," I said, after a brief pause for laughter, "If we remain here, we won't be able to do any shopping! Come, let us away, m'lady."
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Aug 21, 2009 9:22:34 GMT -5
I looped my arm through his, smiling up at him, though I probably looked like I was beaming, grinning from ear to ear. It was really the first time I had been taken anywhere, or at least by a member of the opposite sex, and certainly the first time it was premeditated. "Where to first?"
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