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[He's up early enough to see the sunrise just as often as he's around for sunsets. Take your pick!]
You didn’t strike me as the type who’d care about a sunset.
[Watching the sunrise is a new experience for her! Info and permissions in journal; cross-canon/AU scenarios, assumed CR etc. welcome.]
[ neve isn't the sentimental type. she never has been and probably never will be. but even she has her moments of wanting to do something special for her love.
not that she's put a label on what they are, especially not that four-letter-word, but... it is what it is. and she knows rook deserves something nice every so often. or all the time, but that isn't something neve could ever do.
so here she is, out on the coast of rivain, waiting for rook to find her way over. neve had asked isabela on the sly for some help and the older woman had been glad to give it. rook might know something's up, as neve and isabela had been talking more than once that day, but with luck, she won't know why. neve hopes, at least.
the space she chose is close to the water, where they can smell the salty sea air, but up on one of the old fort walls, away from the dangers the deeper water might pose to her prosthetic. set up on the unbroken ramparts rests two cups filled to the brim with rook's favorite rivaini drink.
and here neve waits, dressed in her casual attire, rather than her usual minrathous "finery," with her arms in front of her, nervously clasping her hands together. isabela is supposed to tell rook she needs to meet someone out here — not who, but knowing isabela, there won't be much question as to that — and it's a bit of a wait before neve finally spots rook making her way up. ]
Hope Isabela didn't give you a hard time. [ a smile graces her features, nervous but warm and loose, unmarred by her usual tension. might be the fact that she's standing here alone at sunset with rook, it might be the fact that neve loves water and she's close to it right now, or it could be both. ] Glad you could make room in your schedule to come down.
not that she's put a label on what they are, especially not that four-letter-word, but... it is what it is. and she knows rook deserves something nice every so often. or all the time, but that isn't something neve could ever do.
so here she is, out on the coast of rivain, waiting for rook to find her way over. neve had asked isabela on the sly for some help and the older woman had been glad to give it. rook might know something's up, as neve and isabela had been talking more than once that day, but with luck, she won't know why. neve hopes, at least.
the space she chose is close to the water, where they can smell the salty sea air, but up on one of the old fort walls, away from the dangers the deeper water might pose to her prosthetic. set up on the unbroken ramparts rests two cups filled to the brim with rook's favorite rivaini drink.
and here neve waits, dressed in her casual attire, rather than her usual minrathous "finery," with her arms in front of her, nervously clasping her hands together. isabela is supposed to tell rook she needs to meet someone out here — not who, but knowing isabela, there won't be much question as to that — and it's a bit of a wait before neve finally spots rook making her way up. ]
Hope Isabela didn't give you a hard time. [ a smile graces her features, nervous but warm and loose, unmarred by her usual tension. might be the fact that she's standing here alone at sunset with rook, it might be the fact that neve loves water and she's close to it right now, or it could be both. ] Glad you could make room in your schedule to come down.
Edited (Typos, my nemesis) 2024-12-30 05:06 (UTC)
[Since he's a vampire, viewing a sunrise could be bad for his health. He prefers sunsets. Maybe once the sun's below the horizon he can feel at ease.]
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