fifty-three shots of love

[echivoc]

[ backdated to midnight of the eleventh — filter; Cross's room ]

[ Cross knows Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and is preparing himself to avoid the mishaps of the previous years. No eating candy, and staying far away from gold arrows. A change would certainly be welcome, though, especially if it comes with a beautiful woman, too.

He is relaxing in his newly redone room, sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. A bottle of wine sits on a table next to him, and a book in his lap. Such a nice night — now if it rained, it would be almost perfect. He is just missing a leading lady now to complete the picture. ]

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[scattare]

[And one leading lady he receives! One who'd been in the middle of enjoying a late night snack with her own novel, and arrives with the book in question in one hand, and a fork in the other.

This is a little less concerning, than the fact that she appears on the lap of a man she's never met before, and definitely only elsewhere within the castle. Her eyebrow arches a little, and she gazes down at him rather calmly, for the situation]

Hello.

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[ ......

Cross mentally notes in his head that he needs to wish for leading ladies to randomly appear more, because this is amazing.

Also, dear God she's gorgeous. This is only one of a few times Cross will be silently giving the castle a "Well done, good sir/madam" after such an action.

He focuses on the woman in his lap now, a smirk coming to his lips as he remains in his seated position with her in his lap and his legs kicked up on the coffee table. ]

Evening, my lady. I do not suppose you were teleporting throughout the castle?

[scattare]

[She is less enthused by the castle, because she certainly didn't wish for a man, nor does she approve of the inappropriate proximity it's brought her into, but she's above all a lady, and it's hardly his fault the castle does what it does.

So for now, that fiery temper remains in check]

That is not an ability I possess.

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[ Ooh, Cross would love to see this fiery temper at some point. But not right now. He nods to her answer, crossing his arms loosely in front of him. ]

As I thought, and I certainly cannot make people appear at my beck and call. Either way, I apologize for the inconvenience, my lady.

[scattare]

[There's a slight, polite smile]

It is not your fault. Still, thank you. Not many would behave so kind.

[echivoc]

Not many in this place quite have manners instilled into them, unfortunately.

Ah, speaking of manners, my name is Cross Marian, and you, my lady?