|threecenturyman (threecenturyman) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2015-05-14 21:57:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, ~micha delmare, ~steve rogers (old)|
He'd been planning the night for about two weeks. He had a table set up, just big enough for the two of them. Candles in silver holders on the table as well as a crystal vase with two red roses. The table was set with a dinner that he'd have to give Isabel credit for, if asked, but he wanted the evening to be absolutely perfect. Or at least as perfect as he could make it. He even decided to wear his tuxedo, asking Micha to dress nicely for the evening.
There was a part of him that wished he'd done this while he still had a tail. While they were away on their little vacation. But he had to work up the nerve and the tail was gone before he did. So now he sat on the beach, waiting for Micha.