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[Feb. 12th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
*sees the look in Ecthelion's eyes and swiftly understands that tonight is a night to find a venue with a stage to accommodate the Lord of the Fountain* *really rather loves going to Ecthelion's impromptu gigs*
*is somewhat late leaving the house in the evening due to having to wait to take delivery of a new (king-sized) bed which certainly dominates Ecthelion's bedroom more than the previous one*
*occupied with thoughts of christening the bed, makes his way to the club and slips in the back, sidling up to the bar, scant minutes before Ecthelion is due onstage*
*sends him a text (made it. tough to choose between you & our bed but i chose you. see you after. g) and orders a soda as he sits up on a barstool, eyes trained on the as-yet-empty stage* |
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