Bethany Dunstan wants your love. (seducteur) wrote in quiddproquo, @ 2012-12-09 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | bethany dunstan, sean connolly |
WHO: Bethany Dunstan & Sean Connolly
WHAT: Lunch and letter writing
WHEN: Sunday 9 December, early afternoon
WHERE: At Donny's Diner
SUMMARY: Sean asked for help, and Bethany was very willing to provide it.
RATINGS/WARNING: Low, but TBD in case she gets away from me.
STATUS: Closed//Incomplete
It had been a week since Bethany rushed to Sean's bedside in the hospital. She hadn't done it the first time he was injured, though she had desperately wanted to. This time, though, with everything else going on, she couldn't just stay put. She wasn't sure, yet, if he knew how she convinced the healers to let her see him. It was family only in that ward; they wouldn't have let her in the room if she hadn't told them that they were very close to being family, as soon as the wedding happened. She hadn't actually said that she was his fiancée, but she let them make their own assumptions. Whatever worked to get into that room to make sure, for herself, that he was going to be okay. It was a meeting that could have been awkward for so many reasons, but she didn't have the brain power to over think anything. She was tired and heartsore, and she desperately needed him. In his usual fashion, he insisted that she talk about herself and, for once, she complied. She unloaded everything onto him as he lay there, and she had left him sleeping, her mind full of his calming words.
So when he asked for this favour, she was more than happy to help. What was a letter to peace of mind, hm? It was the very least she could do for him after he so willingly helped carry her mental baggage for a bit. She didn't know exactly what the letter would entail, though she was seriously hoping it wasn't a love letter for some other girl. Part of her would die if that were the case, though she had yet to admit to herself how much she wanted him back. But she would help. If it was romantic by nature, she would be the best damn Cyrano that Sean could have asked for. Whoever she was wouldn't be able to say no to him, not if she had anything to do with it.
Pushing those thoughts aide, she walked into Donny's Diner. She'd never been here before, but she'd heard that the Kestrels ate free, and the chef would make anything they wanted. If Sean wasn't paying for his meal, too, she felt a little better about letting him pay for hers. She looked around the slightly 1950s, kitschy interior and shook her head. It was cheesy, but everyone at the Proph who had been here had nothing but good things to say. Books and covers and all that, right? She settled into a booth, facing the door so that she would see when Sean arrived. She was early out of nerves, and she didn't want to accidentally stand him up again. She jumped every time the bell over the door sounded. After the fifth time, she shook her head and got up to go to the loo. She stopped her waitress. "If an attractive, sweet-faced man with dark curls comes in, will you point him to my table if I'm not back yet, please?" The woman nodded, and Bethany quickly retreated. She splashed cool water on her face and over the back of her neck. As she patted her face dry, she gave herself a mental pep talk and told herself to calm down. With a deep breath in and out, she returned to the main room of the diner. Just as she reached the booth, Sean walked in, and her stomach did a somersault. She tugged at her sweater self-consciously, but she felt a smile spread across her features at the sight of him.