Troy Rogers (rokudan_tsuchi) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-16 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-03, lux, troy |
My heart's a stereo
Who: Lux and Troy
Where: Troy's apartment over the dojo
When: early evening, around 6pm
The past few days had been great for Troy. He'd gotten to spend time with Reggie and his girls, have lunch with Naoki and even make a new friend named Lida! Really, he figured he was doing alright when it came to ensuring he spent enough time "in the real world" as Moriko liked to call it. Troy was just much more comfortable in his own place, in the bit of land that was his. He loved his dojo and his garden and he'd taken special care to make sure none of his plants died from the onslaught of all the rain they'd been getting. A good amount of rain was good, but three days worth of it? Not so much. His plants were feeling like they were drowning, and Troy couldn't blame them. It had been nice to go outside this morning and do his meditation in the rain. It was soothing, and inspiring, helping him to carefully lose his focus even faster than he normally did. Calming his mind was easy with the rain as a backdrop. But as always, when he came out of his meditation, he was left with some thought that struck him out of the blue. Like how he wanted to spend time with Lux and have it not be about...that. He loved her, and he would wait for her, it was true, but even he could see where this was going if he didn't put his foot down.
So, he invited Lux over for dinner, a dinner that he had cooked himself. Moriko had helped him with little touches that Lux might like, but once the time drew near for her arrival, his wolverine familiar excused herself to go hunting for her own dinner. Troy set the table, feeling that nervous energy fill him up as he tried to keep calm. Seeing Lux always made him happy and nervous in a way that he should have been familiar with by now. The difference was that now she knew how he felt, and for some reason that was reassuring in as much as it made him anxious. He hoped the food was good at least. He'd made chicken Alfredo from his mother's own special recipe. His father Kirk had sworn by it and they'd never eaten it from anywhere else. Mrs. Rogers' cooking was by far the best that Troy had ever eaten, but he hoped he'd been able to learn at least the smallest bit of her skill for it. He reached over to adjust the vase of red orchids on the table, hoping that Lux would like them. Having had enough of his nervous fidgeting, he went around to sit down on his couch, leaning his arms on his knees while he waited.