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Sir William Harwood III (claretknight) wrote in oceancove,
@ 2011-08-26 08:36:00

Entry tags:

c: ilsa, c: william harwood

Who: William Harwood & Ilsa
What: Ilsa makes good on her promise to show William around the Cove.
Where: Beginning at Sugared, and then going from there.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBD

He lamented slightly at having to wait until darkness to meet with Ilsa, as he was fairly certain that the Cove was likely a lovely sight in the hours just before twilight. William wasn’t a sentimentalist by any means, and had long ago stopped giving a damn about things that mortals viewed as awe inspiring – such as sunsets and sunrises – but something about the seaside community made an odd sort of longing to see such things crop up (as they tended to do every couple hundred years). However, he chalked it up of growing slightly bored of his lodgings and office space, the desire to actually see what the Cove had to offer in the way of any form of excitement causing him to feel restless.

Since their meeting at the ballet some weeks previous, Ilsa had offered to show William about town, as he hadn’t really been anywhere aside from where he lived and operated, the coffee shop along the way, and the theatre. Any inclination he had to do any “sight-seeing” was often squashed by not wanting to appear as a tourist to those around him. He loathed the idea of feeling out of his element, and while as a whole the Cove did not present those feelings, he certainly wasn’t as comfortable as he was in London. And considering that for the foreseeable future that this was to be his home, he figured that perhaps he may as well get to know it a bit better.

Ilsa had suggested that William meet her after one of her shifts at Sugared, and William had agreed. He hadn't set foot in the confectionery shop since arriving, but had heard many good things about their cupcakes, often prepared by the alpha of the lycans, Amelia. He had no aversion to lycans, or even sweets necessarily, but embracing either wasn't exactly the highest on his list of priorities. As he stepped inside the shop, the bright colours and the scent of things freshly baked filled his nostrils. Save for himself, the bakery was void of customers. William glanced at his watch to make sure that he wasn't terribly early or late before forgoing all the baked goods and sweets around him and approaching the counter.

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harborfey
2011-08-27 02:37 am UTC (link)

With the shop mostly empty, Ilsa was in the kitchen, cleaning - trying to get the necessary preludes to shift-end finished so that she wouldn't be long after closing the shop. Her mood was efficient but relaxed, and she kept an ear tuned to the front for any last-minute customers. She heard William step in and poked her head in from the kitchen.

A hint of a smile played around the edges of her mouth at the sight of him; William Harwood in the middle of Sugared formed a somewhat incongruous picture. To her, he had seemed infinitely more suited to the refined setting of their first meeting, and she found his presence here vaguely amusing. (She'd rather suspected as much when she'd made the suggestion, actually...which, alright, might have played a part in said suggestion.)

Ilsa stepped out, wiping her hands on the apron tied at her waist. "I tried to convince Amelia to let me develop a blood cupcake," she said, with the kind of pseudo-innocence that looked more like mischief. "But she seemed to think I was joking."

She had flour in her hair. At the glitter of the ballet she'd felt more wholly her old self - elegant, fey, dangerous - than she had in years, but in Sugared, she looked utterly prosaic. If not for the webbing at her fingers, the slight sense of something off, she might almost have been mistaken for human; many people had done so, more with each passing year. But she also looked content. This was one of the only places she didn't mind.

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claretknight
2011-08-29 12:02 pm UTC (link)

William glanced up from investigating a case filled with cakes at the Ilsa upon hearing her voice and smiled. He had expected that she wouldn't be working in a kitchen in a dress, and with her hair done, but the sight of her in this element caused him to smile. She was still enchanting with an apron tied around her waist, covered in the remnants of what she had been baking that day, flour on her fingertips and lingering in her hair. This was a vastly different looking Ilsa than he had met previously, but she almost seemed more comfortable in this setting.

"I think that's what would be called an 'extreme specialty cake,' correct?" William asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her. "You would probably have to sell it to clinics and carry only a limited supply here. Most vampires don't care too much for sweets, or care for them at all."

	harborfey 2011-09-20 04:14 am UTC (link)
	Startled, Ilsa laughed a little, the rich quality of her voice shifting to more musical, now. "Some of them, I do," she said, with a kind of wry tilt to her head, because she hadn't actually realized earlier that her appreciation of them had been so.. well, naked. "My last isn't particularly well-trained, yet. Has a tendency to pop up where it isn't needed." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)