Ian David Welles-Morris (shapeshifting) wrote in theyearspassed, @ 2011-04-27 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | eden, ian |
September 27, 2056
Who: Eden and Ian
What: A dinner exchanged for a rescue
Where: Eden's place
When: Night
Sometimes you had to throw the stupid rule book of men out the window, and do what you wanted. Ian hadn't waited days to call the number Eden had given him, only a day. And with the reason of wondering just how she was doing after her rather nasty run in with a few human fundamentalist. Most men would have called that too hasty, or desperate. Most of the men who said those sort of things were single, always would be single, and for good reason. Ian didn't want to seem desperate, he didn't think he was, but he didn't want her to think he was just some flake that liked to flirt with attractive women that happened to stumble into the ER. So, even though he had called the following day, he didn't agree to dinner until some time later. Though he would have been able to come sooner, there was that issue with seeming desperate. Now was perfect. Just enough time to make all the arrangements, but not so long for her to completely forget about it, and him. They had agreed to meet later in the month, once the full moon had passed. It didn't matter that he was no where near as threatening on a full moon as a were was, he doubted she wanted to spend an entire evening with his dog form, playing fetch, and feeding him dog treats. That would have been one seriously awkward first date. One that not even an Australian accent could bring you back from. Was this a date though? Well, no, not technically, this was just a thank you dinner.
All the same, he had decided to not only dress in some of his nicer clothing, but he had also stopped by one of the down town florist shops, and browsed what arrangements they offered. There hadn't been anything that caught his eye, they all just seemed a bleak reminder that she was a earth elemental that would have to be cleaning up dead flowers in a few days. There was something strangle dark about that, or he might have just been putting too much thought into it. Still, he had abandoned the search at the florist, and stopped by on the organic nurseries, and found a lovely potted lavender plant that had reminded him of her. Now the real challenge had come when he attempted to situate himself, and the plant on his bike, and not have the damned thing go tumbling off every time he made a turn. If nothing else, he could at least be thankful that his time spent on the bike had equipped him with some seriously developed thigh muscles. Ones which had done the trick in holding the plant in place, long enough for him to make the journey to her home.
Ian parked in her driveway, rested the lavender on the seat, as he removed his helmet, and soothed his curly hair back into place. The lights were on inside the house, she was home, thank god, she hadn't decided to ditch on him. As he reached the door step, before he could even lift a hand to ring the bell, he was met with a series of interesting barks, and short little howls. Squatting down, he peered in through the etched glass window at the side of the door, and could just make out the shape of a small black beast. Grinning to himself, he reached up, and pressed the door bell, not moving from his spot, as he watched the little dog through the window. Though when the door opened, he looked up to Eden. "Your little friend has some great ears on him."