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Soren Elias Chappu Skwigelf ([info]twiceloved) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-29 23:16:00

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Entry tags:sable harris, soren skwigelf

Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: Second dates.
When: This evening.
Where: Sable's flat.
Warnings: PG-13 for swearing and possibly handwaved sexual themes.



He didn't date much. It wasn't out of an active choice on his behalf, but it was more out of traumatic necessity. But after a night of (really random and awkward) revelations, he was ready. He was more than ready; even his father approved of his choice, which was confounding and amazing in and of itself.

But that was why Soren arrived at Sable's shop with two dozen red and pink roses in one hand, and a chef following close behind. The chef was laden with a couple of trays of what smelled to be actual Italian food.

He really hoped she liked Italian.



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[info]twiceloved
2008-08-30 02:08 am UTC (link)
Soren grinned when she walked in - mostly because she never just walked. There was always a better adjective out there somewhere for her movements. Sometimes she strolled, or sauntered, or even meandered. It made him want to watch her constantly, lest he miss a subtle nuance to her body language.

Once she settled on the bed next to her, he scooted closer. "Okay. Talking's good." The finger on his chest made him close his eyes and smile. So did her questions. She was direct, take-charge. Things would be easy to understand with her, and that made him ridiculously happy. If he understood what was going on, it would be easier to avoid fights about stupid things. "How about you tell me what you want, and we'll go from there. I don't even know where to begin."

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