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ioduanlogs2018-07-12 03:09 pm
ilda) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-07-12 03:09 pm
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[closed] how to score a date the Ilda way
Characters: Ilda and Zephyr
Date: backdated to the night of the onset of the visions
Location: Dreaming Bridge common area
Situation: Ilda's spooked by the visions but a cute guy offers to have tea... how could she say no?
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will add if anything comes up.
Ilda asked for ten minutes, but she was down in five. She didn't do fashionably late; aside from not knowing that it was actually a thing to some, she'd also learned the hard way that the early bird did catch the worm. There was a time, several Apodeian goddess festivals ago, when she'd been hit by a bout of laziness and she didn't get up before sunrise... that didn't end well, because she lost her spot and most of the day's profits along with it. So she swore — never again.
Besides, a cute guy had offered the hot drink! She wasn't about to make him wait. Granted, the chance of other people being awake at this hour was slim, but if they also had visions and were as spooked as she was... nope, she wasn't going to lose to the competition, as imaginary as it might be.
She washed her face and changed into a cute summer dress and combed her hair and brushed her teeth in record time.
She had to smile as she arrived downstairs and caught sight of Zephyr. Well, the tea was ready, but she was drawn to the way he looked, all cool and seemingly unfazed by everything that's going on.
"Hi," she greeted, suddenly a little shy. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Date: backdated to the night of the onset of the visions
Location: Dreaming Bridge common area
Situation: Ilda's spooked by the visions but a cute guy offers to have tea... how could she say no?
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will add if anything comes up.
Ilda asked for ten minutes, but she was down in five. She didn't do fashionably late; aside from not knowing that it was actually a thing to some, she'd also learned the hard way that the early bird did catch the worm. There was a time, several Apodeian goddess festivals ago, when she'd been hit by a bout of laziness and she didn't get up before sunrise... that didn't end well, because she lost her spot and most of the day's profits along with it. So she swore — never again.
Besides, a cute guy had offered the hot drink! She wasn't about to make him wait. Granted, the chance of other people being awake at this hour was slim, but if they also had visions and were as spooked as she was... nope, she wasn't going to lose to the competition, as imaginary as it might be.
She washed her face and changed into a cute summer dress and combed her hair and brushed her teeth in record time.
She had to smile as she arrived downstairs and caught sight of Zephyr. Well, the tea was ready, but she was drawn to the way he looked, all cool and seemingly unfazed by everything that's going on.
"Hi," she greeted, suddenly a little shy. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
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Last he'd seen Ilda, she'd looked reasonably distraught, and he was pretty sure she hadn't been wearing a dress. Not that he would necessarily have noticed, when there were problems like visions and people crying to worry about, but... pretty sure.
"No sweat," he said, shrugging it off, and gestured to the wealth of available chairs. The teapot was still warm, and the one cup he'd poured steaming; he leaned forward, lifted the pot and poured another cup for her. "You look like you're doing better."
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