Who: Rabastan and Antigone What: Rabastan is jealous and must come to terms with it Where: The Lestrange flat, London When: October 15th, evening Status/Rating: Closed/High-NC-17 (maybe, may downgrade).
He did need something to distract him. His mind kept going to the evidence that he had seen, small little things he had noticed that made it clear that another man had been in their bed, inside what was her home. It could have been his paranoia. But there had been signs of something more than practice scars on her body. When she had healed herself, she had missed a small bite mark. He had seen it, that night when they had been in bed, and he had not drawn any attention to it but it had made him think. Hell, it had made him almost pout.
He went into the kitchen, and directed the House-Elves to fetch finished courses from a number of restaurants, as there wasn't time to prepare the foods before she would arrive. He wanted smoked salmon and oysters, a cracked crab to nibble on, and a steak from their favorite restaurant, in case she wanted red meat. He also had them start on a chocolate souffle; they could do that with what was in the house. He moved about, inspecting and watching as they worked feverishly, knowing that time was not to be wasted. He himself, to distract himself from his wandering thoughts, actually arranged the table, and checked the fresh flowers, transforming what was there into fragrant red roses, open wide in their blooms.
He didn't understand why he was so jealous, or so disturbed at his own feelings. He hoped that by talking with her, seeing her, that he would be able to work it out and come to some better understanding as to what he needed to feel content with what they had. He had never thought of refraining from intimacies with other people; it made him realize that he'd never really been in a committed relationship before. And he wondered if she needed that from him, if the notion of him being with another man or woman made Antigone feel as conflicted as he felt at the present. He didn't enjoy that notion, and he was determined to work it out with her. She was too important and special to him, and above all, he didn't like the way he felt.
Dressed casually, in a open shirt and slacks, Rabastan looked at the pristine table, with the candles lit, the crystal sparkling in its light. It made for a very formal but pleasant scene and he moved from the large open dining room into the adjoining living room. He took a seat, the only light coming from the candles in the room, and looked out over the twinkling view of the city. It as one of the only benefits of living in the penthouse suite in a Muggle area; the view was very nice.