inthecrossfire (inthecrossfire) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-06-22 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~aaron cross, ~marta shearing |
Who: Aaron and Marta
Where: The beach
What: Perfect date
When: Sunday evening, sunset
Rating: TBD
Open: NO WAY
Status: Ongoing
He could barely recall a time when he was more nervous than getting every element of this date right. Marta, having loved him for all her life, and probably a bit more than that too. There wasn't a better way to show her how much his heart belonged to her; he'd have it tattooed with her name and thumbprint if he could, if that wasn't fucking gross and would probably kill him (viralling or no viralling). Aaron dusted sand from the white wooden table for the hundredth time, sighing as the wind whipped up more. He'd packed a picnic and music came from an iPod dock in the sand, the candles that littered the beach dug into divots so the wind didn't blow them out or blow them over. He'd spent time making it perfect, reminding her of how he'd proposed (not long ago for him but half a life time for her).
He hoped she liked it. He wanted her to love it.
Making sure it was ready before she came down to the beach, he walked up to the shore to meet her, nervous as fuck.