Captain William Laurence (betwixtsea_nsky) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-06-28 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall, william laurence |
Who: Laurence, Elijah, and Hayley
What: Dinner for three
Where: Laurence's apartment
When: This evening, June 28th, 7:00pm
Ratings/Warnings: Probably low/none, will update if necessary
Status: In progress
Laurence pulled the cornmeal crusted salmon from the pan and placed it on a plate that was situated next to the garlic beans and shallots which were underneath the warmer he had above his stove. Then, the timer went off, and he pulled the rounded potato slices from the oven; they’d been cooked to a perfect golden brown, and even he had to admit that they smelled delicious. Ever modest, Laurence would hardly call himself a great cook, but he could follow directions well and most of what he cooked turned out well.
And he’d certainly been trying this time. While he knew that Elijah’s primary diet might not consist of solid foods, he still wanted to impress his friend and his lady love. Elijah was one of Laurence’s best friends in the OC, and he’d been looking forward to having him for dinner for some time now, though unfortunately life always seemed to have a way of preventing that from happening.
He glanced at his watch, and as the minute hand struck seven o’clock, the doorbell rang. Laurence couldn’t help but smile, entirely surprised that Elijah was precisely punctual. He wondered if Elijah and Hayley had waited for some minutes outside the door until the correct time, or if Elijah’s sense of timing was just that good. Laurence himself had, on occasion, made himself walk around the block a couple of times when he had arrived too early for an appointment.
He went to answer the door, giving his friend and Hayley a broad smile when he saw them standing in the doorway. “Elijah. Miss Marshall. It’s good to see you both. Please, come in,” he said, standing aside.
Laurence’s apartment wasn’t much to boast of, as far as he was concerned. The front door opened up up to a short hallway that opened up into the immaculate living room, which was sparsely furnished with an elegant couch, over which hung a painting of a ship at sunset. There were two other comfortable chairs around a coffee table, though there was no television and only a few books, most of them nautical themed, in a glass paneled bookshelf. His collection of records, neatly shelved, was rather more extensive, and he had Handel playing on his turntable for ambiance. Plenty of natural light filtered through his large windows, and so, for now, he had the electrical lights turned off. On either side of the living room were the two bedrooms, one of which Laurence had converted into an office.
The far side of the living room was the dining room, where he had a table set with water glasses, empty wine glasses, and was already set with three bowls of fresh garden salad. The center piece of the table was a low vase filled with short-stemmed, freshly picked flowers, so as to not block their view of one another, and off to the side, hidden around the corner, was his kitchen.