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bound_alvaro (bound_alvaro) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-12-05 20:09:00

Entry tags:

alvaro hernandez-abrams, in progress, isabelle parker, private

Quality Time
Date: December 5th, 2014
Time: 8:00pm
Location: Abrams Family Lighthouse
Characters: Alvaro Hernandez-Abrams, Isabelle Parker
Description: Date night...
Status: Private, in progress.

His nerves had been at an all time high. It had been so long, since Isabelle had come down to the lighthouse. The lighthouse was an Abram's family staple since the late 1800s. The Abrams family were Cresent Cove's main source of seafood produce and as they entered the early 1900s, they served as the socialites of the town. To say he'd grown up in the hype, too well was an understatement. Alvaro had informed his mother the lighthouse would be off limits. In it's current state, it served as the families shore side home. Over looking the water, it was his favorite view. Nothing Isabelle hadn't seen before, until the renovations had been done. It was to serve as Alvaro's private apartment, when he originally returned home from Mexico.

His mother, took her time creating an atmosphere, covering the first level, the living room and foyer, with family pictures. It was warming, inviting, the opposite of Alvaro's nature toward most people that approached him or engaged him in conversation. The second level was another living room, much smaller, but met with the dining room and kitchen. The upper most portion was his bedroom. Isabelle knew the residence well and would know to follow the path of magnolia petals from the stone ridden walk way to the front door. He left it unlocked. The floral path would continue up the stairs to where dinner had been prepared.

The son of a pastry chef, it was no secret Alvaro could cook. He'd prepared a seven course meal, all with her favorites. He was extravagant, his displays of affection were extravagant, she should have expected nothing less...

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bound_isabelle
2014-12-07 07:16 pm UTC (link)

There were a lot of different sides to Isabelle. Although she grew up rich she would never request or expect anyone to treat her like a queen. In fact, she made enough to wine and fine herself. When she had been with Cruz it was clear she was the breadwinner in the relationship and Cruz was not one for huge overly romantic gestures. But now that things with Alvaro were picking up, Belle was starting to remember why she liked super romantic men.

It had been ages since Isabelle had gone to the Abram's lighthouse. Upon getting closer to the familiar building she felt overwhelmingly nostalgic. She missed Al, she missed him and his family and his baking and cooking and everything. She had been so nervous, do tentative with Al since he forgave her that she hadn't been letting herself feel much. She focused on his emotions and reactions and with all the other stresses going on, she just hadn't tuned in to herself. Now, standing in front of the lighthouse, she was overcome with the feelings of love and appreciation she had for Al.

The door was unlocked for her of course, and she entered without hesitation, following not only the flower petals but the feeling of Al all through the place. When she got upstairs, her breath left her. After a moment she managed to smile and finally speak. "Al, this is just... Absolutely amazing."