Mary-Anne Prewett is a precious unicorn (bonnebonne) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-11-26 15:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: mary-anne prewett, character: patrick chambers |
WHO: Mary-Anne Prewett and Patrick Chambers
WHEN: Night - Friday, November 25th
WHERE: Cinema in London, and then ducking for cover at Patrick's flat
WHAT: a wet and windy birthday date
RATING: low
STATUS: Completed in Docs
The weather wasn't too bad at the moment and was one of the reasons why after the movie had ended they decided to walk back to the alley they'd apparated to rather than finding somewhere out of the way inside the cinema itself. Patrick had taken her to see The Princess Bride which was being reshown at a cinema near to where he lived. Mary-Anne had really enjoyed the film especially with how well put together it was given the different genres that appeared throughout it. It had seemed familiar at first and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd seen it before or had maybe heard Prim talking about it. Her birthday was turning out to be a rather wonderful day and the night was turning out just as wonderful despite the inclement weather. "Thank you for tonight. It's been lovely," she said with a smile. "And in case I haven't already said it, or even if I've said it too much, thank you for my birthday gift it's beautiful. Plus I get to keep it forever unlike real flowers - well, not unless magic were involved." -- Patrick was happy to have gotten the chance to spend time with Mary-Anne outside of The Panquake House. He enjoyed her company at her place too, of course, but there was something a bit more intimate about being alone. He didn't have to share her with anyone and that was one of his favorite things about that night. Once the movie was over, he was happy to be walking back towards the alley with her, not really willing to say goodbye just yet even if he knew that it would be coming shortly. Her gratitude for her present made him smile and he looked over at her. "I'm glad you like it," he told her. "I was hoping that you would. I didn't want to just get you knitting things even though I'm sure you could make use of them. I thought this was a little more… special. More something from the heart, if you will." -- Mary-Anne nodded in understanding because it was the same principle she tried to keep whenever she made gifts for her friends and family. She wanted each gift to be something nice and maybe not always so practical; however, for most everyone's Christmas presents she was thinking of going for a mix of the two with the way the weather was going. Although she hadn't as yet had any ideas as to what to make Patrick and she wanted to do something similar to what he'd done for her gift - something from the heart. "I would've liked any present you gave me," she said with a smile, reaching out to hold his hand. "But I really like that you went to the effort of painting me something so lovely." "I enjoyed the movie too," she added happily. "I know we agreed to spend time after dinner but the movie was a nice surprise." -- Patrick laced their fingers together, smiling at her words. He appreciated her sentiment and was glad that she'd liked the gift and that she would have liked anything he'd given her. She wasn't the first to say that she'd like anything and the thought mattered more, but he believed it when Mary-Anne said it. He doubted the woman had a deceptive bone in her body. He gave her hand a little squeeze, pulling it up to press a kiss to the back of it. "I'm glad," he said. "I enjoy spending time with you, even if it's in silence." Just having her there was nice. He couldn't really explain it, honestly. The presence of her in his space was sweet and made everything feel so light and lovely. -- Mary-Anne felt at ease around Patrick in a way that she'd only felt around her family and had been starting to feel around the band recently; though there were moments where she still felt terribly nervous and knew there were definitely going to continue being such times if their new relationship kept progressing. He made her feel happy and there was always an excited flutter within at the thought of ever getting to spend any time with him. She'd just opened her mouth to speak when out of nowhere a downpour of rain started to fall hitting them and making her squeak in surprise at getting pelted. "I think we better find some cover so we can apparate or wait out the rain," she exclaimed, upset at having the night interrupted but looking about hurriedly for such a place. They were still a ways from the alley they had used and would be utterly soaked through by the time they'd even reach the spot. Mary-Anne didn't fancy catching a cold or worse on her birthday. -- The sudden downpour was rough enough that Patrick nodded, already tugging Mary-Anne down the street as quickly and carefully as he could. "My flat isn't far," he reminded her. She'd only been there for a short time and likely hadn't had enough of a look around to even realize they were in his neighborhood. "We can apparate from there or wait it out," he told her, not in a hurry to leave their date night behind just yet. Eager to simply get Mary-Anne out of the rain, he led them down the sidewalk to his flat and inside out of the rain. By the time he'd closed the door behind them, they were both drenched. It was cold outside, enough that his teeth chattered a bit. "You must be freezing," he said, moving to the bathroom to collect his robe. He offered the robe to Mary-Anne. Stripping his soaked jumper and t-shirt off, he tossed them into the bathroom and reached for a towel. "That came out of nowhere," he said. -- The last time she'd been in the area Mary-Anne had been too nervous about visiting Patrick's flat that she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings - save for looking to make sure she was headed in the right direction. Mary-Anne nodded and let herself be pulled along. Thanks to the rain, and the puddles, her clothes and shoes were utterly soaked through by the time they reached his flat. Despite being out of the weather she was shaking a little from the cold wet clothes so close to her skin. After slipping her shoes off, so she didn't have to squelch about in them, Mary-Anne wordlessly followed Patrick figuring he had some idea for them to get dry. In trying to ignore the fact she was now cold and wet it wasn't until she looked up to thank him for the robe and was instead greeted by the sight of a now shirtless, but still wet, Patrick. Suddenly she wasn't sure where to look and tried to look anywhere but Patrick's torso… which was really really hard to do. "Um…" It was about the only sound she could manage to make when she suddenly found it very hard to use any of her vocabulary. -- Patrick looked up when she made that sound, blinking a little in uncertainty at what it was that had her unable to speak. He realized, after a brief moment, that she was probably not all that thrilled that he'd gotten half-naked without asking her. Blinking, he held the towel up in front of himself. "Sorry," he said. "Habit." He wasn't exactly bashful, but Mary-Anne may not have felt the urge to see him shirtless, at least not without a little warning ahead of time. "Do you want me to get you something to wear til your clothes dry?" he asked her. "I'm sure I've got something that won't completely swallow you up. Maybe. Or I can just apparate you home if you'd rather." He certainly didn't want her to go, but if she was more comfortable that way, he wasn't going to force her to stick around. -- "It's o-okay," she stammered, trying not to smile as she looked at him with her cheeks having already turned a familiar red. "I d-don't mind…" She really didn't. It definitely wasn't a bad thing at all in her opinion - just something she was quite unused to. Plus it wasn't very nice to stare even if the 'view' was a good one. "I could just use the robe?" she suggested holding up the robe she had been wringing in her hands upon seeing Patrick shirtless. "Unless you've something else I could wear?" Mary-Anne didn't really want to leave quite yet, even though they had been on their way to getting her home. Besides they were dating now and it was something she was going to have to get used to, even if she wasn't quite at ease to do so herself. -- The stammering and the smile made him flush a little. Especially when she said she didn't mind. "You sure?" he asked, flushing a little himself as he lowered the towel. "I can put on a shirt. It's not a bother. Just used to stripping it off when I get home most of the time." He only remembered the robe when she held it up. "Right," he said, laughing. "That'll probably work best. At least you can tie it to make it fit. I apologize if it's a bit large on you." She was tall, but there was certainly a size difference between them. His shoulders were much broader than Mary-Anne's. -- "I-it's fine really," she said reassuringly; at least as reassuringly as possible with her voice still stammering slightly. Mary-Anne had noticed Patrick flushing however she wasn't sure what had caused him to do so. Though she had calmed a little her cheeks flushed again as his words inadvertently made her picture him stripping off. Mary-Anne was glad that even though her face was giving her away that fortunately Patrick didn't appear to be a mind reader and able to see her thoughts. "You might be a bit warmer with a shirt on?" "Well, the main thing is it'll at least be warmer than the clothes I'm in now," she commented. "Is it alright if I change in the bathroom?" Although Patrick had done so, even if it had been without much active thinking, Mary-Anne was a little more reluctant to be stripping down in front of him just yet. -- "Warmer, right," he agreed, nodding. "Yeah, go ahead," he said, waving her towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna go ahead and finish changing out of the wet clothes out here, then," he said. "Just give a holler before you come out again so you don't see any more skin than you're ready for," he teased, flashing her a smile so she'd know he meant it in a joking way. Once she'd gone into the bathroom, Patrick got busy with stripping off the rest of his wet clothes. For now, he put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt so she would be more comfortable with less nakedness. He also found a pair of drawstring pants that she could wear if she wanted to. The robe may have covered most of her, but if she wasn't completely comfortable with that, he wanted to give her added comfort. -- Mary-Anne smiled at the joking suggestion, which admittedly was probably much better than her idea of peaking around doorways to be sure. Entering the bathroom she closed the door behind her and rested the robe on the bathroom's vanity while she undressed. Fortunately the robe was long enough, the bottom hem sitting level with her knees, that she wouldn't have any problems sitting down. After picking up her wet clothes up there was a loud rumble and sudden clap of thunder, and just as suddenly the light went out in the bathroom causing her to scream in surprise and drop her clothes. "I'm okay," she shouted, even though her heart was still beating rapidly. Mary-Anne then reached blindly about the floor picking up her clothes. Since she didn't fancy banging into anything in the darkness she held her hand out in front and slowly walked forward to where she figured the door was. Somehow she managed to find it without stubbing her toes or any other body part and exited out into the hallway which seemed almost as dark as the bathroom, though her eyes were slowly adjusting. "I think the power went out… or just the lights," she said, which she immediately regretted since it was rather obvious that the lights had gone. -- Patrick, thankfully, was dressed by the time Mary-Anne cried out. The lights had gone with the thunderclap and he immediately went towards the door to the bathroom. She said she was alright, so he started to search for his wand amongst his things to at least get some light going. Once he found it, he held it up. "Yeah," he said, lighting the tip with a quick spell. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked her, looking to Mary-Anne in the dimness of the room. "Must have gotten all the power," he said. "Seems to be really blowing out there." -- "Considering I managed to not stub any toes? I'm sure," she replied with a smile. Mary-Anne might not have hurt herself but the storm outside had her on edge. Not that she was particularly afraid of storms but she also really didn't like them. "How did we not think to use magic to dry ourselves off?" It had occurred to her, after seeing him cast lumos, that they could've used a spell to dry off much quicker. "I don't mind waiting though since it's much nicer in here than it is outside at the moment and… well, it means I get to spend more time with you which is nice," she said with a shy smile. Mary-Anne flinched as another loud clap of thunder sounded overhead. Hugging her arms around herself she started rubbing her upper arm trying not to worry too much. "Have I mentioned that I don't really like storms?" she asked sheepishly, even though she knew full well it hadn't actually ever come up. -- He felt a little silly that he hadn't even considered magically drying himself. Shaking his head, he laughed. "Yeah. That probably would have been a good idea," he replied. A glance toward the window at the thunder clap told him that they might be stuck inside for quite a while. "No?" he asked, looking back to her. "I think they can be quite nice. I like to paint when it's raining like this," he admitted. "Or draw by candlelight. I don't know how to explain it, but sometimes it just gets the creativity flowing. The sound of the rain, maybe." He motioned to the sofa, looking to her again. "We can sit," he told her. "Are you opposed to cuddling because if you're afraid of the storm, I am definitely up for playing the knight in shining armor to keep you safe." -- Mary-Anne smiled, she could understand how the weather could affect one's creativity. There were plenty of times when she'd sit curled up in a big armchair or on a lounge and just knit to her heart's content. Plus sometimes she ended up so focused on her knitting that she wouldn't even notice the storming anymore. "I don't mind when it's just wind or rain. It's just when there's the thunder and lightning, though mostly the thunder, I get kind of… okay, a little more than kind of scared," she explained. "Though sometimes if I knit during a storm I can lose myself and end up forgetting there's even one happening." "I think I'd definitely be okay with cuddling a knight in shining armor," she responded with a shy smile, before walking over to and sitting on the sofa with Patrick. -- Knitting while it stormed sounded like a pretty good coping mechanism. It was likely very helpful to get lost in something other than the storm if there was a sense of fear entwined with the sound of it. When she agreed to cuddling, he grinned, pleased that she joined him on the sofa. He felt like he was fifteen again, sitting next to a pretty girl and trying not to forget how to breathe. She smelled very nice and he smiled a little as he slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close. "Well, now we have another way to forget about the storm," he commented, smiling as he ducked his head to press a little kiss to the top of hers. -- Giddy and amazement was pretty much what she was feeling sitting next to Patrick, maybe just a touch nervous to start with, so much so that it was a wonder she wasn't bouncing on the spot. Before Patrick she didn't think it was something that would ever happen even though she had daydreamt about it often enough. It was amazingly easy just snuggling in against him and not once did she feel awkward or even particularly nervous about it. It just felt natural and right. "We do, and it's a nice way to end my birthday. Though it probably isn't very practical if I just come over whenever I happen to get scared by storms," she said shyly, smiling when she felt the kiss. -- "Well, I wouldn't complain if you did show up whenever there's a storm," he told her. The thought was actually a very nice one. He knew it probably wasn't practical, but it was still sweet to think about. "Happy birthday, Mary-Anne. Sorry it got rained out, but hopefully you still had a good one." He'd enjoyed spending time with her that day and hoped that there would be a lot more date nights like this one. He was definitely looking forward to each one that he'd get to experience with her. |