Emilia Louise Vipond (_emilia_) wrote in heureuxlake, @ 2024-04-28 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | Δ threads, → emilia vipond, → robert evan kerr, ∞ 2000: 04 |
RP: Dress practically and warm!
Who: Emilia and Robert
What: First date
When: Sunday April 28, afternoon
Warnings: Adult topics.
Completion Status: Incomplete
Dress practically and warm. That was all she had been told, when as promised, Robert had called her the minute he had gotten home from their walk. While part of her had thought he was joking when he had shown that rare display of adorable charm, Emilia hadn’t been surprised when his name had shown on her phone’s display literally moments after she had toed off her own boots. They had just spent the evening walking by the lakefront, talking, cuddling and sharing kisses that still made her lips tingle and yet just that call to properly ask her out on a date, had taken longer than their usual talks on the phone, just because… well, because there was just that desire for another couple of words, hearing his voice, and now she felt like she could allow herself to want to hear more of it.
But, practically and warm. She could do that. You didn’t grow up with Benji as a twin without knowing that a knitted sweater, jeans and hiking boots were essential no matter where in the world you lived. Emilia might not know where they were going, but she could wear a pair of jeans like the slinky dresses she wore whenever she went out dancing, and she didn’t need high heels to feel confident. She pulled her black and white sweater over her long sleeved t-shirt - the weather was getting warmer, but she would rather take off the sweater if it got too warm, than having to go back because it was too cold without it - kept her makeup light and her hair loose, though she stuck a hairband in her pocket, just in case it was windy where they were going.
She had just tied up her boots, when right on time, she heard the roar of Robert’s truck outside, and with a quick check of her pockets and messenger bag, she made sure she had everything, before she went out to greet him. She was fairly certain that she was walking, but she felt like she was bouncing. It had been too long, in her opinion, since she had been out on a real date, as in not just hooking up over drinks, but someone who made the butterflies flutter and who had actually called to ask her out.
“Hi,” she smiled at him, leaning over to kiss him, just because she couldn’t not.