June 6th Evening Who: Thorsten & Ana What: Thorsten's a old romantic...Old and..Romantic? When: Evening 6th Where: Throughout the Cirque Rating: TBA.
He hadn't seen her since that night. Honestly he was a little worried. It wasn't like Ana to vanish completely and not say a word to him. He wasn't sure if she was mad at him for turning her down or just embarrassed that she'd been so flirty when she was drunk. Either way, he planned on changing matters. She'd been upset and drunk and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but since Callum had mentioned Ana talked about him all the time..Well, that had reassured him that maybe there was something else there. Something that Thorsten wanted to explore. He'd given her some time to get over the events and now that they were in a new location, he figured it was time to set things into motion.
That was how he'd ended up at her show that evening just before closing time. Smiling softly to himself as he watched her performance coming to an end, the crowd clapping and cheering as she danced about the stage with her sword. A soft wind blew through the building as he started to walk out, carrying with it white lotus blossoms that peaked and swirled up to the jaguar. The mass of petals brushing against the woman's blade and caressing her cheek as they billowed out around her. He'd left to the sound of a gasping audience, believing it was just part of the show. He knew Ana would guess the culprit..but that was kind of the point.
The circus was closing and the Norseman headed back to his trailer. Very obviously his as the roof seemed to be a viking long ship turned upside down and runes were carved into the wood of the door. He busied himself laying out a bouquet of flowers on the small porch. An elegantly decorated sword resting against the door jamb with her name tied to the scabbard by a piece of golden thread. Leaving the door ajar so he could go back inside to start making dinner, hoping that she'd come to ask him what he was playing at and he could surprise her.
It had been a long time since Thorsten had tried to be romantic. A long time. He was rusty to say the least. But the sentiment was there, even if it was a odd mix of traditional and unconventional. Hell, he was a odd mix of traditional and unconventional, but she seemed to like him.