maps_theo (maps_theo) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2010-07-14 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: theodore nott, character: tracey davis, date: july 2000, place: magical london |
RP: Red Roses and Diamond Rings
Date: July 14, 2010, 8PM or so.
Characters: Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis
Location: A city park with a lake in England. Beats me where.
Warnings: Cheese.
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Theo puts a ring on it.
Status: Incomplete
The swans were the hard part. First, they refused to move, and now that they were here, they refused to stay put. It'd taken three tries for Theo to accio them here--because, really, it's not a lakefront without a pair of swans--and now they were fluttering about squawking up a storm. Eventually, he petrified them and cast a floating charm to keep them gliding decoratively along the lake. Animal cruelty hadn't been a part of his plans for the night, but Theo could deal with most any setback with good grace.
It was evening in a city park, a gorgeous night with the sun only just barely set. A line of fiery red traced the horizon and the sky changed hue from dusky lavender to a deep, infinite black interrupted only by a smattering of stars. Turn-of-the-century lampposts cast a soft light on the path up to the lakefront. It wasn't abandoned yet, there were soft murmurs and footsteps, wizards and witches out to enjoy the crisp summer air or going home after watching the sunset.
Theo had rented out the gazebo on the lakefront and found himself a small dining table that fit under its roof. Dinner sat on a tasseled white tablecloth, served on antique silver and china in an imitation of the finest restaurants. He'd cooked, of course, Theo trusted himself just as much as any professional chef when it came to dinner for two.
He'd paid careful attention to the details--he always did. The swans, for one. Luckily, he didn't have to import the fireflies on the lake, but that hadn't meant he had no other preparations to make. An array of candles set the interior of the gazebo glowing just brightly enough to bring out the color in the bed rose petals strewn about the entire place. The petals were white and peach, too much red would've been tacky, but a bouquet of thirteen blood red roses waited for one Tracey Davis.
Theo checked his pocket. The ring was still there. He didn't know where it could've possibly gone, but he couldn't help double-checking that it was still there.
He'd left a portkey on Tracey's door. Once she got home, it would bring her here, or more specifically, to the bouquet. See? Theo had a plan. It was a good one. It looked right. It looked perfect. It looked, in fact, absolutely disgusting, and he didn't understand the appeal, but he'd realized long ago that common monogamy and romance would never make sense to him. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that people believed he was a normal man in love, and a beautiful sort of a love at that, and they needed to believe that he would tie himself down to one woman until death do them part. Some of the men he'd slept with asked him how he could stand living a lie. Theo couldn't understand how they could live the truth.
So Theodore Nott waited for the love of his life to show up. He would be engaged soon. What a horrible thought.