_eliot_spencer (_eliot_spencer) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2012-04-21 09:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 04, character: april kepner, character: eliot spencer |
RP: Eliot/April
Who: Eliot/April
Where: The ranch
When: 4/21-4/22
Summary: It's April's birthday
Eliot was twitterpatted. There was no other explanation for the lengths he was going to romance April. Kissing her was well and good - actually, brain-meltingly great - but that wasn't all the relationship was going to be based on, not with him. Death lurked around every corner, and he was going to take the time to make as many memories with April as he could in the time they were granted. Sex wasn't what was going to be remembered if one of them died; it was his clutziness in the kitchen the first time they kissed, their first date to the 'movies', and hopefully this birthday gift to her.
He'd enlisted Nick's aid to get April out of the house on Saturday after the shopping trip so he could cook. Once that was taken care of, he cleaned the work pickup thoroughly, piled clean horse blankets in the bed, and packed the cab with the bagged food, bottles of wine, and the necessary trimmings. He took the throw pillows from the house and swung by the rec center to swipe a guitar before driving the truck out to the spot he'd picked on the property, far enough away from the houses that they weren't seen.
He walked back, stopping to bridle two of the horses to bring them back with him to the stable. He prepped them for later that evening before doing any necessary chores. Then it was back to the house to shower, dress, and wait for dusk.
"Dress warm," Eliot told April when it finally was time to go. He'd buried himself in his Braille to keep occupied until then. "Bring your bug out bag, and meet me at the stables."
Nick had instructions to call on the walkie if there was a surprise evac drill and to just get the hell out per protocol if there was an actual attack. Nick knew where Eliot had parked the truck if need be, but Eliot didn't expect people to be looking for them. They hadn't bothered yet on a weekend.
Eliot had the horses ready by the time April arrived. His own bug out bag was on his back. He gave her a smile, helped her onto a horse, and swung up onto his own. He led them into the pasture with a click of his tongue and a nudge of his knees.