|King Arthur Pendragon (insulaavallonis) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-03-29 08:48:00
|Entry tags:||amanda de luca, lancelot|
Who: Lancelot and Amanda De Luca
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Chinatown/ then coffee shop in Little Italy
What: Lance keeps his promise and meets a new friend.
Note: Reposted as a favour
The last few days had passed like a dream. It quietly put a veil over his eyes, whispered into his ears making him step back in time. The first time he'd ever laid eyes on Guinevere was a memory he would always cherish and keep locked in his heart. Her beauty was magnificent, but her cold demeanor had taken him by surprise. That moment seemed to be the only thing on his mind since the weekend, especially since Guinevere had asked him to keep quiet about her presence. Arthur had still not given him any kind of word and that guilt was deep. All his years of loving Guinevere had never gone beyond a kiss or a soft caress of his hand to her face. It wasn't until those last years before the fall of Camelot that he gave in to his desires for her. It seemed far more cruel at the time to keep going without ever being allowed to have her. That had been just a fleeting moment. In the end he'd destroyed everything.
He tried to focus on his surroundings now. He'd only been here since colonists were uprooting from Britan to come to this new, fresh land. Yet, somehow today it didn't feel like he was really there at all. As he strolled through the streets of New York, stopping in Chinatown for his lunch date it was as if he wasn't really there at all. He shielded that deep thought under his sunglasses while waiting for Amanada to show.
As usual, Amanda was busy with her work and keeping up with the kids at her school. She liked to keep up to date on any reports she'd had to make, just because it gave her peace of mind to know that a child was safe and out of harms way because she had spotted something wrong. Today was no different, considering the sheer size of the student population. There was always something for her to do.
When she looked at the clock on the wall she jumped up, realizing she hadn't left when she'd meant to. She had let the office know she would be gone an hour or so and if she didn't get on the next bus she'd be late. She packed up her purse, locked her office and hurried to the bus stop just in time. Breathing heavily, she paid her toll and took a seat near the front. It was a good thing she'd figured out her route beforehand. Within a half hour she stepped off her final stop and looked around for the building Lance had indicated and upon seeing it walked over. It felt a little awkward, meeting a man she knew nothing about but his name and job, but he was really cute and seemed friendly enough. She looked at the tables outside, and then peered inside trying to find him.
Lancelot squinted against the light, checking to be sure the girl he was seeing really Amanda. Stepping across the street he gave a soft wave. "Amanda I presume," he took hold of her hand with a chivalrous kiss on the top. "Good afternoon."
Amanda turned around to face him. The next instant she looked rather amused as he kissed her hand. "You weren't kidding about that chivalry thing," she jested. She even felt the urge to curtsy, but she refrained. She was very glad she had worn something comfortable today because then she didn't feel like this was a full on date. Then again, seeing him in person and hearing that accent made her a little weak in the knees. How did she manage to snag this one's attention again?
"Not at all. I hold doors open and everything," he smiled releasing her hand. He too was dressed casually, but there was still another worldly look about him. "Have you been waiting long?"
She couldn't help grinning, "I'm sure the ladies love that." She certainly did. How could she not appreciate a handsome man opening doors and kissing her hand? She shook her head and nodded toward the bus stop a little ways down the street, "No, I just got off the bus. Shall we?" She motioned to the cafe. "I'd love a table on the patio if there are any available."
"The ladies do love a man who stops to pay attention." They had always loved Lancelot. In theory, in the very idea of what he stood for. He was a dying breed and the handsome good looks had always been a bonus. Lancelot unlike many attractive men did not use it to play dishonestly. He knew he was fawned over but he did not abuse it. It made him even more attractive to the opposite sex. He wasn't sinless, but he was a decent human being.
He opened his arm for her to go first in which he followed. Once inside the little cafe he approached the hostess who did indeed have an open table. It was a gorgeous spring day, it should be used. They were set outside with a two-seater table, which Lancelot pulled the chair for her to sit first.
Amanda nodded in agreement, "This is true. It's nice being treated with respect rather than being whistled at or ogled." Even if whistling had been synonymous with showing ones attraction for another person, Amanda did appreciate it at all. Any man who did that would get he cold shoulder. Being looked at was different; as long as it was tasteful and not overly obvious she didn't mind as much.
She felt a little school girlish with all these manners, but accepted it as it came. She smiled at him when he pulled out the chair, "Thank you." Setting her purse at her feet, she waited until he was sitting to ask, "So, do you often ask women from the internet to coffee?"
"The men that use such tactics are cowards if they can't approach a woman tastefully." He did appreciate her pretty face, but he'd like to think he wasn't doing this just because Guinevere had asked to be left alone.
"I don't actually," was his charmingly husky reply as he cleared his throat. "They usually approach me." Men were ogled and whistled at as well. Men weren't always the hounds.
"Or just incredibly horny, or have no idea what women actually like," she laughed. Even if she didn't know whether to consider this an actual date, Amanda found herself hoping that maybe it really was. She hadn't been on a date in such a long time and to be out with someone as good looking and with as great manners as him was refreshing.
Her brows raised, "Oh really? Did it throw you that I didn't ask you to coffee?"
"I'm no saint," he said with a husky laugh. "But my hands stay to myself unless pursuaded otherwise." Sainthood, he'd tried that before. Put down his sword and torrent ways to be a man of the cloth because Guinevere had become a nun. It was stiffling really to feel that kind of emotion so strongly for one person that he'd do anything for them. It was as if he'd trapped himself because it was hard not knowing if he'd ever feel that again.
"No, I like being able to make the first move." Women were more forward these days, though Guinevere had been brazen in her own time. The demure woman was dropped now in this time, replaced by outspoken women that seemed to fit their time.
Amanda made a face, "Even if you were a saint, I think that would be quite a burden on your shoulders." That next statement made her grin a little. Not that she had any tricks up her sleeves, but she couldn't help thinking any woman who had his hands on her was very lucky.
She wasn't new to being the one to make the first move, but she had to admit she did like knowing she was still wanted. Tastefully, of course. She nodded, "Then I'm glad I was able to accommodate your preferences," she chuckled.
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Lancelot's smile wasn't as wide, swirling a finger with the water on the table from the dew off his glass. There was a lot he was holding back in this conversation. Immortal talk was better left to other immortals. Being a priest had been a life he'd taken up for his lady, to atone for his own sins. He still said his prayers over a meal, or if he killed a man. When he'd first come into America, the land was still new. Now, he hoped killing was a life behind him. It was a shame everything else couldn't be.
"As am I" he smiled.