RP: Eleanor & Gaspard Who: Eleanor & Gaspard When: 25. January 2009 – after this [Backdated] Where: Gaspard’s flat What: Gaspard’s working hard, Eleanor told her parents about them, he invited her up, she has kisses to spare Warnings: TBD approaching adult
Maybe it had been stupid. Maybe she should have had Charlotte bring it up first to at least give them a heads up. Maybe she should have brought Gaspard. Maybe it should have been done over a dinner at home. Maybe she should have invited them over. Maybe she should have written it in an Owl. Maybe she simply shouldn’t have done anything and instead let the Prophet work its informative magic. But she hadn’t.
Instead, Eleanor had met with her mother for lunch, surprised to find her father joining them, aaaaaaaannnnndddd…. Almost immediately – right after ‘you luck tired, dear. That Mr. Shingleton is taking advantage of you’ – her mother had point out that she was crinkling her forehead, and what wasn’t she telling them. Eleanor had tried, she really had, but after three failed attempts at telling them something other than the truth – apparently that crinkle was a lie detector, too – she had told them that she was trying to figure out how to tell them about her and Gaspard. That’s when things had gone downhill, and though their food had been delivered sometime around Parental Concern #15, she hadn’t really eaten much of her food.
She had left the café with her father’s list of concerns – 34 in all – and a sinking feeling in her stomach. It didn’t change how she felt about Gaspard, but she was disappointed in her parents and sad that they hadn’t been more supportive of her. At least Charlotte was, and maybe their parents would come around. Eventually.
Making her way up the stairs to Gaspard’s flat, she found him working on his upgrade schematics, just like he had said he would. Eleanor put the bag with lunch she had brought along down and ran her fingers over his neck and up into his hair, enjoying the way his curls felt between her fingers. “How’s it coming along?”