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Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. ([info]impermanence) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-03 17:52:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, !complete, stephanie fawcett, stephen cornfoot

WHO: Stephen Cornfoot and Stephanie Cornfoot Fawcett
WHAT: A sweet distraction.
WHEN: Evening on Friday.
WHERE: Stephanie's flat.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete


Her days were spent painting murals, and her evenings were filled with wedding plans. It just seemed to work out that right when she actually decided to do something with her talent, something else came up...not that she was complaining. In fact, she’d been hard pressed to wipe the smile off of her face since Stephen had proposed. She went to Memorial every day to paint in Ellie’s day care, and she usually had a break to get some tea and see Stephen at Tea and Sympathy...and disappear off to the back room for a few minutes as well. But none of that could distract her right then. No, not when she was surveying stacks upon stacks of notes and pictures and pamphlets about weddings.

Her chocolate hair was a bit of a mess, smelling strongly of blueberries just how the both of them liked it, because she’d been running her hand through it incessantly as she poured over a book of flower arrangements. She alternated between worrying her lower lip with her teeth and pushing it out in a pout as she marked down a few different things that she thought she should keep in mind. She hadn’t even gotten close to thinking about food yet, even though she’d dreamt about wedding cakes the previous night from all of her talk about it with Zacharias. All of this on top of the fact that she was shopping for her dress the next day had her a bit wound up.

Planning had never been her strong suit. She didn’t like being tied down to ideas. But all she had to do was take a glance at the painting on her living room wall or look down at her hand to reassure herself that it was more than worth it. It wasn’t as if she was doing this all on her own. Maybe she needed to look away from it for a bit, but she wanted some ideas before she left it alone. Plus, she thought Stephen would probably be around soon if he came over that evening. And it was unlike that she’d get to focus on flowers after that.



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[info]tigertiger
2010-09-06 08:14 pm UTC (link)
He wants to be the kind of guy who is a man's man. A guy who will say 'fuck that' to the idea of not doing anything about the very obvious desires they both have.

But he's not that kind of guy. He's a nice guy, and so when she mentions flowers he simply leans forward to kiss her cheek before standing up.

"Sure thing, love. I need to get home and take a shower anyway... I'll catch up with you later?"

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[info]impermanence
2010-09-06 08:22 pm UTC (link)
She smiles and looks up at him when he stood up, still trying to push back the feelings that had been swamping her a moment earlier. She doesn't really want to look at the flowers, but she will.

For a moment, she's drifting on the striking thought of him in the shower, but she pulls her mind out of that gutter, "Yeah, definitely," she says, giving a nod for good measure.

Within a few moments...she's alone again, and finds herself sitting there with the same pictures as before, just as lost as she was then...perhaps more so. But she knows that tomorrow, she'll go looking for her wedding dress, and it will be white because it's not Halloween yet.

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