|Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-12-31 07:12:00
|Entry tags:||deirdre of the sorrows, perseus|
Who: Deirdre and Perseus
What: New Years!
Where: Times Square
When: New Year's Eve
Warnings: Sneaky kisses, fluff, TBD
The problem with having eloped with her previous lover was that Deirdre didn't quite know how to do the proper date thing. She'd all but blackmailed Naoise, and that wouldn't work this time. Nor did she want it to work. And she wanted to kiss Perseus, there was just the question of when, and making it look at least somewhat natural. So she'd gone with the New Year idea. IT was perfectly normal to kiss people then, he fact she really liked him was just an added bonus.
She'd bundled up and told him to meet her at the location. The crowd was a bit intimidating, she never liked a lot of people, and she was half worried Conchobar would come up to her and ruin her moment but she was determined not to let anything of the sort happen. She could be sad later. She glanced the crowd and adjusted her scarf as she waited. She was fairly certain her actual goal was as obvious as day, but she figured it could be at least seen as sort of clever.
Perseus was looking forward to seeing Deirdre again. He usually worked on New Year's Eve, but the chance to take it off and spend time with a woman he liked was something he jumped at.
He arrived at the location, equally bundled up. When he spotted her, he beamed. "Deirdre! Can you believe the crowd?"
She grinned in return, suddenly feeling better. Perseus wouldn't let her get hurt, she knew she could trust him there. "It's a little intimidating, that's for sure." Smiling she offered him a cup of the warm cider she'd found, "here. I'm not sure if you like it, but it's chilly enough to warrant something hot."
"Thank you!" Perseus said cheerfully. It was true that he was quite large and therefore he would be able to keep the crowd from trampling Deirdre if things got too out of hand. But he wasn't thinking about that at all. He was thinking how lovely she looked all bundled up, her cheeks flushed slightly red from the cold. "You look beautiful."
She blushed to the compliment. She got plenty of them, but this felt differently. She ducked her head and sipped from the cider before smiling, "thank you. You look very handsome yourself." With a shy smile she glanced around. "We should find a spot."
"I'll follow you," Perseus said, now thinking practically. He wanted to make sure Deirdre made her way through the crowd safely. "And thank you for the compliment."
Feeling bold she took his hand to lead them to a spot she'd found earlier. Not enough people to make her feel panicked, but still a decent crowd. "Here we are," smiling she released his hand. It was silly really, to feel so good about that.
Perseus took in the vastness of the crowd who had gathered to ring in the new year. "This is kind of incredible," he said, slightly sad she had let go of his hand. To make up for it, he placed his hand on the small of her back, making sure she was close. He enjoyed having her so near.
It was ridiculous to smile to his touch, but she did it anyway. But it was nice to have these feelings and not feel rushed about anything. "It is. I apologize if I act a bit nervous. Crowds do that to me." But it had the advantage of hiding her. Among all these mortals no one would be able to really pinpoint where she was.
"No need to apologise," Perseus said gently. "It's understandable. I'll do my best to keep them at bay," he said with a wink. "Did you do anything fun today?"
She grinned up at him, "my hero," it was a bit of a joke before shrugging. "That depends on the definition of that I imagine. I was busy packing my things. I plan to move, because I think Conchobar may know where I live." She shrugged, unwilling to give much thought of him. "Poor Gandalf, he was so confused."
Perseus frowned then. "He knows where you live? Then moving sounds like a good idea to me. Do you need any help? Even just to pet poor Gandalf!"
She gave him a nod, "I'd like help and I'm not sure yet. The guy who keeps pestering me, I think he's Conchobar. I only knew him when he was older." She bit her lip, "and if he is around, I will apologize if I throw myself at you." to that she blushed, "somehow I rationalize that's the perfect answer, and I forget that this time I actually have choices." She shook her head, "but tonight is too nice to talk about all that."
Unconsciously, as she spoke about the man who was following her, Perseus drew her closer to him. The idea of a damsel in distress was what had drawn her to him in the first place and deep down, he liked to play the protector. He didn't like that it meant she had to deal with a jerk who wouldn't leave her alone, however.
"You can do whatever you want to me," Perseus said quickly. "And I will help in any way I can. But you're right. Let's focus on other things."
She smiled as he drew her closer and hardly minded, and his comment made her blush. For the time she'd lived in, she'd been very forward. Now, it was less looked down on but it still made her blush. "You say that now, not when I'm all let's run away together." Smiling she shook her head, "anyway." She set her hand on his and took a glance to the clock. She still had time to find her courage. "I keep turning the conversation on me, and it makes me sound very vain. How about you, did you get to do anything fun?"
"I have to admit I really don't mind the conversation being on you," Perseus grinned. "Did I do anything fun? I took a walk this morning. I wouldn't say it was fun, but it wasn't unfun. There aren't a lot of things for a Greek Hero to do these days. Though- and don't tease me, but I like going to the Met. I enjoy looking at art."
"Oh stop. You're going to give me an ego." He didn't seem to mind so she curled her fingers around his and smiled, "why would I tease you about that? Art is lovely. Perhaps I could come with sometime? You can show me your favorites if you like? I prefer music mostly, and dancing."
Perseus gave her hand a gentle squeeze and then he sighed. "I think it's just because I suppose people don't think of Greek heroes appreciating art. But I love the Met. And I would love to show you my favorites. And hey, feel free to show me your favourite dances," he said with a toothy grin.
She shook her head, "You're still a person. You can appreciate what you like. If I assumed only one thing, I'd imagine it'd get a bit tiresome on both our sides. You seem like an interesting person, that's what I want to get to know. If I just wanted the hero I'd read your tale." She laughed, "alright I will. I'm not very musically inclined but I'm a pretty good dancer."
A good dancer, hmm? Perseus liked the sound of that. He wasn't terribly skilled himself, but he had some experience with it. Andromeda had taught him.
"I have two left feet, but I can follow pretty well," Perseus said with a laugh. He appreciated what she said about knowing him as a person and not just his story. It was how he felt about her as well.
She'd planned to ask more, but she noticed everyone turning to the ball. She smiled to him before rising on her feet and setting a kiss on his lips when it dropped. After a moment she released him and bit on her lip, "happy new year."
Perseus actually hadn't been expecting her to kiss him but when she did, a little thrill of butterflies fluttered it's way through his stomach. When she pulled away, he smiled down at her. "Well so far it's a brilliant," year he said happily.
She gave a shy laugh and released him, brushing her hair from her eyes. "I think I agree with you there." She was glad that she had gotten up the courage to do that. "I meant to do that, just couldn't find a better reason."
Perseus rubbed her arms a little and he smiled widely. "You never need a reason to kiss me beyond wanting to."
She grinned and set one of her hands on his, "wanting to, and actually doing it are different thing. I kept thinking you'd brush me off, and I know I'm silly." She shook her head, "I'm terrible at this. I thought I was so obvious about all this."
"I would never brush you off. And I think you're better at this than you think," Perseus grinned and he leaned down to kiss her gently again.
Smiling she leaned up to return the kiss, setting her hand on his cheek. She could rather get used to this, and all in all this had gone better then she had planned.