Hannibal King (hail_king) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-02 09:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal king, open |
Who: Hannibal King and Abigail Whistler-King (hehehe they eloped!)
When: A week after they got hitched (5pm)
Where: A cottage at the beach (cause they cant leave LA)
Why: Honeymoon
Rating: Mature…hello honeymoon…
Status: In progress
Having little to no money made planning a honeymoon a little more difficult. Difficult, yes, impossible, no. After all this is Hannibal King we are talking about. Some would say he doesn’t understand the meaning of the word no.
The tee shirt he wore was drenched in sweat, making it stick to his back and chest. His hair was damp, causing the usually messy hair to fall softly against his forehead. In his arms he carried a big bundle of thick fabric as he trotted to the garbage can at the side of the beach side cottage. What is all the fabric for? Black out shades. Keep the sun out. The pristine piece of beach real estate belongs….errrrr…belonged to a gang of vampires. Not his sort of vampires either. Silver didn’t work. He had to improvise. In the end, he won. It was generally how things went.
Once the heavy drapes were disguarded Hannibal took out his phone and sent Abby a message.
A car will be there at 5 to pick you up. Pack for a week and for warm weather.
So it wasn’t tropical weather in Los Angeles. Didn’t matter, he had no intention of leaving the house much, if at all. The small white cottage had been scrubbed from top to bottom, not a sign or smell that would leave how he acquired the residence suspect. With the heavy sunblocking drapes off the windows the sheer fabric left behind swayed back and forth as the oceanic breeze floated through the doors and windows. He unpacked the groceries he had bought. Put the bottles of champagne on ice. Lit candles. Changed the bedding. When he was done it looked like something out of a magazine and cost him hardly anything. Not that he was trying to go cheap or anything, his job just didn’t come with the luxury of a paycheck, just what he could pick up from the vamps he dusted along the way.
The whole place was glowing softly from the warm candle light as the sun began to sink. Now he just had to wait for his bride to arrive. Hopefully the guy he paid to drive her out there wasn’t shady or late.