CHARACTERS: Grasp & Fable. TOPIC: Sansaaa... DATE & TIME: Friday, Sept. 8th, 2017. LOCATION:Otter Lake, New York, rental cabin. RATING: M.
The spot he'd chosen was small, quiet, efficient and secluded. Perfect for impregnation or serial killing, or so he'd been told by Morgan... Which was exactly why Kiernan had whisked Rhia away from Westchester for the weekend. If she wanted to relax and have the best chance to achieve her goal, it was definitely going to have to be away from their housemates.
After passing the quirky lighthouse on the way to the cabin, Kiernan glanced to Rhia and raised his eyebrows, hoping she wouldn't be let down. Granted, he'd sent her photos of the wee wooden house, and she hadn't scoffed. Of course she hadn't - the empath was polite af, but still, she would've spoken up had the situation been a turn-off.
They cruised into the driveway of the cabin he'd rented and he shut off his car (1955 Cheverolet Bel Air, to be precise) and looked to Rhiannon once more. "My head says 'unpack the car', but my heart wants something else..." He hoped quickly out of the driver's seat, slid over the top of the hood and pulled Rhia's door open easily. From there, he scooped her out of the seat and hoisted the fairy over his shoulder. There was a lovely pile of freshly fallen (and raked) autumn leaves near the end of the drive by the cabin, and he (carefully) deposited the ginger with a laugh. The Irishman watched her for a moment, then nudged a few strewn leaves with his shoe before he jumped in the massive lot himself. When his face reemerged, Grasp had leaves in his hair, and his lips blew upwards in an attempt to rid himself of them. Rhia's hair was another mess entirely, and he grinned at her before giving her a 'splash' of leaves to the face.