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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 0:10:40 GMT -5
Rory and Freya, after all of their adventures in Canada, Ireland, and then China, had finally made it back home. For a time. While Rory didn’t need a break, Freya did, even if she wouldn’t say it. So, a few days ago, after taking down the Agency’s base in China, the two had returned home. Just for a short break. And, Freya was suspicious that it might be because of her birthday. Not her favorite subject, it meant she was one year older. But… Seeing as she got to spend the rest of her life with this man, she honestly didn’t mind it anymore.
Since getting home though, Rory had been acting very suspicious. Like he was up to something. Sadly, Freya didn’t think too much about it. He was always up to something, and she never figured out his schemes beforehand. Best to just wait and see what happened. So, when the day finally came, she wasn’t entirely surprised by his instructions. Sure, surprised by what he said, but not the fact that he said something in general. While Freya had intended on just spending her birthday like it was any other day, Rory seemed determined to make it special. And since she didn’t feel like spoiling it…
Still… His instructions were odd. Formal wear, meet at a restaurant at a very specific time. That was it. Not very…. Well, she had no idea what he was up to. Maybe he wasn’t being cryptic, and was actually taking her out on a romantic dinner… Could it be that simple with him though…? Oh well, looks like she’d find out. Speaking of which, she was pulling up to the restaurant now. She’d taken a taxi because… Seriously, she had no interest driving in this backwards country…. And you did NOT want her to drive. She was the type of person that ignored signs and lights. Blatantly. Anyway, paying the man, she stepped out, and stared at the front of the restaurant for a moment. Definitely high end, but you couldn’t make anything out from the windows, just a single light at the front where a waiter stood. Stepping forward under the light, her attire could finally be made out.
It was a known fact that Freya was beautiful. Hell, when she put an effort into her appearance, she’d been known to flat out stun some people. This though… This was a different kind of beauty. This was the beautiful that reminded people that she wasn’t just the child of chaos and flames. The first thing anyone would notice was the vibrate color of her gown, her signature color. Brilliant red. After, the actually look of the dress would register. It was form fitting on the top, flaring ever so slightly at the bottom. It had only a single shoulder strap, with a low cut open back. Over all? It fit Freya. Very, very well. She didn’t wear any jewelry except for the engagement ring that Rory had given her, but considering she near never took it off… Anyway, back on subject, she looked absolutely stunning, and, she half hoped Rory would be floored when he saw her.
Inside the restaurant, the waiter led her down the path of lights. Literally. The rest of the restaurant was pitch black, only a few lights on to create a path that led to, what she figured, was the center. There, alone in the light, was the beautifully set table, and a pair of chairs facing each other. But no Rory. Dammit…. Freya actually scowled when she didn’t see him. After a second though, she sighed, forcing the scowl off her lips. Offering no comment to the waiter, she lowered herself into the chair he offered, before waving him off, silently saying she’d call if she needed anything. No, she was going to wait as ‘patiently’ as she could for Rory, no distractions.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 0:50:00 GMT -5
It had been two, maybe three days ago since getting home from China and the hell hole that they had been in. It had seriously felt as if they had descended into the seventh circle of hell inside that base, either way, it was all over now. One of the main reasons Rory had come back home instead of hunting Darkside down was because, well, the man had gone underground overnight. One moment he was waging war with the world, but after China fell, he and his armies disappeared off the face of the planet. It was what the bastard did best, disappear. So, it was a little hard to hunt a ghost, so until Rory got a whisper of Darksides whereabouts, the hunt was off for now.
For Rory, it was obvious that Freya needed some down time away from battle, and even away from him, for a couple days at least. What wasn't obvious was that Rory himself could have gone on fighting for months on end, but he needed time to... Meditate, in a sense. So the last two days home he had done exactly that, meditated, taking his mind out of the battle hardened state and focusing on everything that had happened in the last few days... Cooling down so to speak. He had only seen Freya here and there, mostly when they went to bed at night and then he was gone in the morning, talking only a bit during the day. The last thing he had said to her was to meet him at a restaraunt in downtown New York, and disappeared after that.
Yes, he knew it was her birthday, yes he had been spending the last few days planning something while she was resting. The morning of her birthday, he left for town to get a suit. Not the kind of suit that helped him kill thousands of people, could withstand a shot from a tank, or turn him into a superweapon; but a suit that could kill with looks so to speak... The kind of suit he hated. Though, Rory didn't just rent a suit, he went out to buy one, and as such had to have it custom made (meaning it fit him like a glove... and had a gun holster built into the jacket...). The fitting of the suit was fairly eventful itself, going something like this:
"OI! Why'd ye grab me arse?! Rory yelled, jerking around on the pedastal to look at the clothier that was taking his measurements.
"I was taking your measurements sir." The man said, almost insulted at the way the rude Irishman had spoken to him.
"No, ye were feelin' me up, ye gender bendin' ginnea..."
"I was trying to get your size... sir..." THe man was obviously annoyed now.
"Well yer gonna get a black eye...." Rory said, halfway under his breath as he turned back to the mirror to let the man do his job; though was a little more wary of where he was putting his hands than before...
...Thankfully that adventure was over fairly soon, and before he knew it, nighttime had arrived and he was on his way to the restaraunt. Arriving only thirty seconds after Freya had walked through the front doors (her cab had just barely pulled away) a sleek black limo pulled up to the front step. The waiter at the front door rushed to the car and opened up the door, bowing ever so slightly as a large man stepped out into the dark. The dark figure nodded curtly at the waiter, before making his way up the steps to the restaurant. The door greeter nodded at the dark figure as he opened the door for him.
"Welcome, Monsieur Ashe." The head waiter quickly greeted the man, speaking in a thick French accent as he bowed slightly, "Everything is prepared exactly how you asked and if I say so myself, it will be une nuit brillante. She is already waiting for you." The man said, bowing to the side.
Into the light stepped... Rory? Well, it was Rory's face anyways... And it was tall like Rory... But it was not dressed anything like him. Wearing a night black suit, with a black tie, and his hair trimmed neatly it was a Rory unlike anything anyone had seen. The semi-permanent shadow of dark har on his face was still there, but trimmed neatly, and the massive scar that extended from his right temple, down and over his right eye and down to his cheek was still there as well and clearly visible... A trophy from China that didn't seem to heal. Oddly enough, Rory didn't look out of place in the suit, which fit him like a glove as he slowly made his way to the table.
Just then, his eyes caught sight of Freya... And what she was wearing... "Ye look... So... Just... Stunning doesn't even begin ta cover it, mi gra... But it's the only word tha' mortals 'ave fer a beauty like this." Rory spoke truthfully as he stepped down to her, leaning in to kiss her cheek sweetly and softly before taking the chair opposite of her. "Well, wha'dya think?" Rory said, glancing around with a slightly mischevious smirk at the black restaurant. THen acting as if he realized it was still dark he gasped mockingly, "Sorry, I forgot..."
He grabbed a spoon on the table and lightly tapped his empty crystal glass, immediately lights sprang on and revealed that they were sitting at the ONLY table in the ENTIRE restaurant... Which was sitting directly in the center of what looked like a ballroom floor, large marble pillars surrounded the extravagant floor and a beautiful chandelier hung above them. Just to their right was what almost looked like a small orchestra, and with a nod from Rory, began playing some of the most beautiful French ballads that had ever graced a person's ear. Ruining just ever so slightly, Rory turned back to Freya with an actual broad, charming, grin... Much like a school boy that was proud of the 'A' he had just recieved... It was obvious Rory felt out of place among so much extravagance, but it was also obvious that this was not for Rory to any extent...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 1:26:46 GMT -5
Freya had never, NEVER, seen Rory in a full suit. Actually, she’d never even thought he’d worn one before, or that he ever would! But, the moment she saw him, she was…. Stunned speechless. Literally. She’d figured he’d wear a suit, considering the fancy get up he’d wanted her in, but thinking it and actually seeing were two different things. And, while the woman knew he’d look good in a suit, she hadn’t known how good until this very moment.
She was definitely staring until his speaking seemed to snap her out of the trance. Well, at least she wasn’t the only shocked one. Good to know all that work she’d put into her own appearance had paid off! So smiling a little sheepishly, she just about got up to meet him halfway, barely stopping herself so he could make the whole trip. Like hell he was getting away with just a kiss on the cheek though! As he bent down to press his lips on her cheek, she quickly moved her head, pressing her own against his for only a second. When he moved away, her own smile had turned a little mischievous. ”You don’t look to bad yourself.”
Smile softening, she let her gaze take him all in again. He was always handsome, but right now…. As he’d so beautifully put it, stunning didn’t even cover it. He’d completely awestruck her. And she absolutely loved it. Seeing that smirk of his though, her eyebrows raised, instantly knowing he was up to something. It wasn’t that hard. His little act though was cute, making her giggle very softly, her smile a little brighter. Since seeing him, she’d completely forgotten about the restaurant around them, so, obviously, she hadn’t actually… well noticed it all that much before he pointed it out.
As the lights turned on, her gaze slowly turned to take everything in. Not quite as awestruck as his appearance, she was still awed. It was absolutely beautiful, everything about the place. And when she heard the music…. She couldn’t help but smile even more. She had to give Rory some props… He really knew how to surprise a girl… She wanted to get up right then and there and just kiss him. So, when she looked back at Rory, silently contemplating going through with the scheme, she saw that school boy grin of his… And fell even more in love with him. ”Amour…. You…” She looked around the room once more, trying to find the right words. Rarely was she struck ‘Englishless’, when she struggled to find the right word in English, but he’d definitely managed it tonight. Quite the accomplishment. So, struggling to stay in her second language, she switched to French, quickly looking back at him with that awestruck, and love-struck, look in her eyes. ”You did all this for me..?” Of course he did! But for some reason, she needed to hear him say it….
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 1:53:27 GMT -5
Everything about Freya was amazing tonight. The way she had done her hair, her gorgeous dress that accentuated every flawless curve on her body. She was a beautiful woman, there was never any doubt by anyone about that, but tonight there was just something different about her... Her very skin seemed to glow with beauty, she looked so much like an angel to him, "And ye look amazing Freya... Truly, the stars themselves are shamed by yer beauty tonight." Funny enough, there was no mischevious smirk behind the comment, just a truly love-struck look in his eye and a soft smile. He meant every word he had said... Odd considering he usually wasn't one for sappy comments (though he was Irish, so they came naturally to him...), but she brought it out of him tonight.
Rory never took his eyes off of her as she looked all around when the lights slowly cut through the darkness. The feeling to kiss her, not passionately, but softly and slowly, ran over him like a river as the the light from the room hit her eyes and the music began playing. Then that look... The look that seemed to say just how deeply she was in love with him met his eyes as she struggled for words in English. Chuckling softly, he replied back to her French in turn with his own, which sounded far more masculine than most men who spoke the language, "Yes... I did... But it all pales in comparison to the gift you've given me of being in the presence of a goddess tonight."As he spoke, he reached across the small table and took her hand in his as the music played on.
Slowly he leaned across the table, unable to bridle his urge to kiss the angel across from him, he softly pressed his lips to hers. After a moment, a noise to the left of the table made him break away, revealing the head waiter standing there a soft smile on his face, "Very sorry to interrupt, but the main course is on it's way... May I interest you in some wine while you wait?"
"Just some water for me, thank you." Rory said kindly to the man as he turned his eyes back to his love, her hand still in his...Wait... Kindly? Who the hell was this at the table?! Sharply dressed, softly spoken, and lovingly embracing the woman of his dreams. This wasn't Rory! This was an imposter surely! What they didn't know, though, was that Rory had already made a plan that if anyone in the room that could see Rory and Freya spoke of Rory's kindness... He would hunt them down and kill them... Reputations count for quite a bit after all.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 2:24:52 GMT -5
Freya almost never saw this side of Rory. When she’d seen it in China, she hadn’t quite believed it after. To see it again…. And intentionally? It only reminded her of how much of a mystery this man could be. His compliments actually made her blush though, which was as unheard of as him being sweet! Strangely, it was actually cute. For a woman who almost never blushed, she was absolutely adorable when she did! She didn’t know how she could ever top a comment like that though, instead, just sat their blushing for a few moments, which actually got a little worse when he chuckled at her struggle with English. When they’d first met, she struggled with the language, but even then she had never been struck englishless!
There was only one down side to dining out. Freya couldn’t just go over and kiss him as much as she wanted. While she rarely cared about the other people in the room, she still had manners. That wasn’t exactly something acceptable in a restaurant like this. And oh did she want to kiss him. It was almost agonizing not being able to kiss him. Funny, the moment she realizes she can’t(rather shouldn’t, there was no such thing as can’t for her) kiss him, that’s when the urge to kiss him is strongest. At least some contact, his hand taking hers, helped. Blushing gone, she smiled, softly squeezing his hand.
And finally he gave in! She was pretty sure her eyes were probably pleading by the time he moved to kiss her. Without even a moment’s hesitation, she leaned forward to close the rest of the distance. She just about sighed in relief when their lips touched, but no, that would mean stopping. And even a second away would be too long… So…. Obviously, when she heard the waiter, she was not happy. While most people would only think her mildly displeased, Rory would recognize that ‘Stop cutting into my Rory time’ look on her face as she leaned back into her chair, eyeing the waiter warily. Yup, definitely not happy with him. After a moment though, she seemed to relax just a touch, at least she wasn’t giving off that slightly dangerous aura anymore (Thankfully only Rory would have noticed it.). ”The same for me.” Was all she said, finally managing to revert back to English. Rory probably expected her to take the offer for wine. Sadly, he’d never seen what happened when she had alcohol…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 2:56:51 GMT -5
Rory had done a lot of things with Freya, to Freya, and as a result caused her to do a lot of things out of the ordinary; from using a gun, to getting married. He had made her giggle, and he had made her so mad she randomly lit things on fire, but rarely (he couldn't remember the last time), had he made her blush. Yet after he finished speaking, her faced turned a very evident shade of red. As she tried to speak again, it only turned a more brilliant shade of red as she realized she couldn't talk. He had never seen her like this before but she was just... adorable... Damn this restaurant, he wanted to be alone right now... Soon... Or at least he tried to comfort himself with that thought.
When the waiter came, Rory never took his eyes off of Freya, still holding tightly to her hand. The words she spoke were barely registered, mostly because they weren't to him. Though if he had thought about it, he would have thought it was a little odd he had never seen her drink... Of course, he never drank himself, but she seemed the type that might. Then again, with how crazy she got on adrenaline, alcohol was a... terrifying thought.
As he stared into her eyes, his own love-struck stare matching hers, his eyes traced over every visible feature of her body; and an idea struck him. Smiling and winking slightly he let go of her hand and pulled a napkin off the table and pulled it toward him, sliding a pen out of his pocket he scribbled on it out of sight. Glancing around at the waiters and the band, he casually slid the napkin to her side of the table. Scribbled on it, in not so neat handwriting, were the words:
Je t'aime tellement
Vous allure étonnant dans cette robe
et-ill difficila à décoler?
With a slight, charming smirk, that puppy love look still in his eye, he slid the pen over to her. It was like they were some sort of grade-school crushes, trying to hide notes from their teacher... Except they had no teacher looking over them. Was it childish? Perhaps... Clever?... Perhaps... Endearing? Rory hoped so...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 3:14:09 GMT -5
Freya wasn’t a blusher. Ever. She couldn’t remember the last time she blushed! Well, it was only fitting that the only person that could make her blush happened to be the love of her life… Still… It made her feel silly to blush.
Rory could be a bit of a trouble maker, and a little odd at times. So, when he released her hand to scribble on a napkin? She was more than a little confused. And slightly irritated that he let go of her hand. Well, he’d just have to make up for it later… When he finally slid it to her side of the table though…. She paused for several moments. The first two lines were harmless flirting. The third was a little more… blatant. Very Rory-like. While it didn’t make her blush, it make her smile and giggle softly, looking back at him with an eyebrow raised, silently asking why he was writing rather than speaking. None the less, she quickly picked up the pen, paused for only a moment to think about how to respond to his blatant comment. Finally, she smirked, scribbling her own response and sliding pen and napkin back across the table, not quite as secretive as he had been.
Vous le saurez plus tard.
Her handwriting was nicer than his own, but was still hasty, as if she didn’t care much if it was sloppy right now or not. As she waited for some sort of reaction, she smirked a little, but couldn’t help but find herself once again entranced by his appearance.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 23:13:00 GMT -5
It was well known between them that it was the little quirks that Freya did that really attracted Rory to her. Like the coy, flirtatious smirk she gave, or the way she scrunched her face a little when thinking really hard about something or the peaceful look she had in the mornings when she was still deep in sleep. It was the little things that were like magnets to his affection, and he just found a new one. It was incredibly rare for her to blush, he had never seen it before, so seeing her pale cheeks turn rosy red was absolutely adorable. Tonight, with how she already looked, it was just icing on the cake.
The soft giggle she gave as she read the letter force a grin to spread across his lips. Why did she have to be so downright cute, and more so when she wasn't trying to be. It was hard, be he managed to pry his eyes off of his beautiful fiance as she slid the note back. His eyes barely scanned over her writing, before glancing back up at her... There was that sweet smirk, shaking his hand, he wrote underneath:
Maes je te veus maintenent
Then sneakily slid it back to her again. Amazing that they could be flirting so hard, and not say a single word. As the band played on, the head waiter came back to the table and gave Freya and Rory their water, before bowing slightly and stepping away back toward the kitchen. Rory barely noticed though as his eyes locked back onto the most beautiful woman in the world.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 2, 2012 23:58:24 GMT -5
The couple could be a bit childish at times, not in the annoying sort of way though. In the ridiculously cute, almost aww worthy way. You wouldn’t believe it though unless you saw how they sometimes acted when they were alone. Actually, most people wouldn’t believe it in general, even if they did witness it! The two had quite the reputations after all!
So, still unable to figure out why they were sharing little love notes with each other, she watched him with that same adoring look as before as he read, and responded to her single line in French. And, when it was slid back to her, she almost didn’t want to look away from him. For a few moments, she actually didn’t. It wasn’t until the waiter came that she finally, very reluctantly, glanced at him for a split second, and then finally down at the note. She didn’t want to at all, damn, she really loved that look he was giving her, even a moment of not seeing it was too long. But when she saw what he’d written….
She couldn’t help much smirk. That same exact smirk that Rory absolutely loved. There wasn’t any hesitation this time as she lifted the pen and jotted down her response, slowly sliding it back to him, that smirk half replaced by that adoring gaze when she spotted that look of his once again.
Nous sommes dans un restaurant.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Jan 3, 2012 0:32:22 GMT -5
Childish may perhaps be the wrong word for what they were doing. Endearing would be close to it, strategic would be closer. Rory was trying to make Freya feel like she was not only the only woman in the world to him, but the most beautiful woman in the world (both of which were completely true come to think of it). Words could go far, but taking the time to write something out just for her made it a little more romantic, or so he hoped.
Of course he couldn't take his eyes off of her, of course he was giving her that look, she looked amazing. No, amazing was an insult to how beautiful she looked. Honestly words couldn't describe it, but the awe struck and love struck look in his eyes seemed to say more than words every could. After the waiter set the glasses down and Freya took the note, he didn't take his eyes off of hers even after she passed it back. For several long minutes he stared deep into her eyes, as if he could be lost forever within them, before finally glancing down at the napkin. The smallest smirk flashed across his lips before disappearing as he scribbled a few words on the napkin and slid it back.
mon désir n'est pas de localisation...
... the note read. Rory turned his eyes softly back to his fiance. After a few minutes, perhaps five at the most, he stood up... But not before grabbing her hand and pulling her up with him. Gripping her hand tightly, the head waiter entered the room, "You are not leaving are you? The main course is on its way!"
Rory glanced at the waiter before leading Freya toward the darkness at the edge of the restaurant, "Then keep ih hot, laddie... We'll be back in a few..." With that he left the waiter standing at the table with a confused expression as he lead Freya into the darkness at around the ballroom of the restaurant, squeezing her hand tightly as he lead her on. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes traced down her body once more, to think such an angel was following him...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Jan 3, 2012 1:16:25 GMT -5
Rory seemed to be having a harder time then Freya was in looking away from the other. While she’d managed it only when the waiter had appeared, he seemed completely incapable of glancing away for several minutes, the pair lost in each other’s loving gazes. When he finally looked down though, Freya was almost disappointed. And…. Dare she say jealous? Yes. Very. While the love notes had been romantic at first, now they were distracting him. Cutting into her ‘Rory time’ as she liked to call it. What made the whole matter worse? Her expression gave away her sudden jealousy…
Quickly, she tried to wipe that jealous look from her face as the napkin was passed back once more, her gaze turning downward just long enough to read what he’d written. When she did…. She quickly looked back at him, knowing immediately what he was thinking (As if their love notes wasn’t enough to make that pretty evident.). And? She absolutely loved it . She was the birthday girl after all! Today was all about making her happy, and Rory knew what made her happy… So, hand in his, she rose to her feet, a small but somewhat eager smile on her lips.
She almost felt bad for the waiter, if only because Rory had gone to such lengths to make tonight special, and here they were, sneaking off for a minute. That pity vanished instantly though, her focus back on Rory, and Rory alone. As he led her off, she continued to watch him, even after he glanced back at her, letting his gaze slowly take in her body for who knew what time. This time, she didn’t take it in silence. ”See something you like?”
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