Who: Alistair and Dani What: Alistair's First Date (That Doesn't Involve Killing Darkspawn, Anyway!) Where: London When: Sunday evening Warnings: High-Maintenance Men
Alistair stands outside the door of the Winchester household, awkwardly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He's been standing there for a good five minutes now; it's only due to Maker's blessing that he hasn't been spotted. That would be... awkward.
Almost as awkward as standing outside of a girl's door with a handful of flowers. Sunflowers, to be specific.
He gave the Lady Warden flowers once--well, one flower--and she seemed to like it fine enough. Hopefully Dani doesn't mind them. He likes them well enough. They're cheerful. Alistair likes cheerful.
It's just a shame that he doesn't have any flowery words for Dani the way he did the Lady Warden, though. Though he's fairly sure that any words he could conjure up would only end up being stammered, and that would only make things worse.
He's sure of it.
This is stupid, he thinks, gazing down at the flowers accusingly. I'm about to look like an idiot. I didn't give her flowers until after we had known each other for a month. I'm going to look desperate.
And stupid, he thinks, frowning down at the bouquet.
Then suddenly, Annie's words rise to the surface of his thoughts. Just be yourself, she'd told him.
He could do this. He had slayed dragons after all. This really couldn't be any worse than that.
Right?
He lifts a balled fist, and after a moment of hesitance, finally knocks on the door.