Jul 04 09:47:10 105 PA

From Chronicles

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A large airy room, painted white with bare, polished floorboards. In one corner a cheap wardrobe has been painted white with some flowers hand painted on, bright yellow against the paleness of the room. A chest of drawers next to it has been given the same treatment. Near the two, a large metal bed is a pile of colourful cushions on it, none the same colour or pattern. The throw over it matches the covers to the pillows. An elderly couch has been pushed to one side of the room, and has an elderly but cared for throw tossed over it. The throw appears hand made, patches sewn together to form a brightly coloured mosaic. To one side, there is a kitchenette. Clean and functional, with two small cupboards on the wall. A little table stands nearby in this corner, simple polished wood with two chairs. The wooden floor has a few small brightly coloured rugs on it. Off to one side of the main room, a bathroom holds basic things like a sink, toilet and a shower. The shower curtain has sunflowers all over it.

After her shift, in the evening time of that day, Aimee is curled up on her sofa. She is wearing loose pajama bottoms, and a cami-top, both black cotton and comfortable. The room is dim, lit mostly by the flickering light of the television, where a black and white film is showing. A woman in jewels and furs is gesturing with a cigarette in a holder, as Aimee watches, fascinated, the spoon in her hand held, paused, half way to her mouth. A tub of icecream melts slowly in her other hand, chocolate chunks in chocolate icecream turning slowly into chocolate milkshakes...

There will be a light interruption at first. The door opened by Desmond. HIs acute hearing detecting the sounds of the TV as he was in the process, alerting him to the need for a quieter door opening than his norm. Or so be thinks. He won't be too bothered if she's fixated by the TV even after he enters. He's come to know her favor for these movies, along with his own. Rather than break the mood, he will shuck his boots and slip off his jacket before he approaches the touch to join her.

She is still lying on her stomach, the icecream still held half way to her mouth, fixated, mesmerised, her face softened by the emotions reflected from the screen. As he joins her, she glances over, waves the spoon in a vaguely greeting of sorts, before offering it to him with a grin. "Shhh, she is just going to finish it..." She whispers, as if the players could hear them, and be disturbed.

Desmond says not a word, but does extend a hand to softly rub the heel of his palm along Aimee's back. Rather, he looks to the screen and observes this part of the movie silently with her. One, perhaps, he has not yet seen before. But he still looks to absorb the moment on the screen, with just that light physical touch to add to the quiet moment.

She licks the spoon, lazily enjoying the taste of the icecream, enjoying the sensation of his hand rubbing her back. She watches in silence until the credits roll, and the hero gets the girl, for them to live happily ever after. She rolls over then, lying on her back to look up at him, her hair loose over the cushions, "Mon chat...did we have a date?"

Desmond watches through til the end and muses what aspects of it he's seen. Though only briefly before she shifts, his hand lifting, arm settling along the back of the couch as he devotes his attention to Aimee. "No, we did not have such. I came to see you. There is much still we have to discuss." There is a quality about him.. an eager edge. Something unfocused, yet here. Something else is up with him, perhaps. "I have spoken to Kesslan. Told him of our news and spoken of a bonding between we three. It is something he would share with us."

She shifts, sitting up, putting the spoon down into the tub of icecream. "Oh?" The sound is a question, and she uncurls from the couch, swinging her legs down to the floor. Gathering the mess from around her, she busies herself with tidying, moving to drop rubbish in her bin, icecream back to the freezer. "We three?" She questions, turning to lean back against the kitchen side.

Desmond nods his head once as he rises with her, moving to keep near enough for conversation. "Yes, though I did tell him I would speak with you in the specifics of such a thing. You did not wish him to feel excluded, yes?" As he moves about to keep near, his right hand slips into his pocket, casually fingering something within. No, not that. An actual object. Though he tries to be discreet about it as he speaks with her.

She turns then, putting dishes into the sink, her head bent forward, hair falling as a curly dark curtain. "Non, not exclude him, but perhaps be asked before you told him so..." She shrugs then, running water, letting her fingertips be covered by the flow. "I think perhaps it would be difficult, for three to be wed. Perhaps it is possible." Her accent grows a little stronger, but her face shows none of the thoughts in her head.

"I made no promises to him, only spoke of our basic wishes. I would not presume more than that for you, My Flame," Desmond assures in a low rumble. "And Kesslan is cautious on such a thing, for he does not wish to be between us. And he knows who is first in my heart. Who has ever been so. The means of this.. it is something we should all agree upon. It is something I did wish to speak with you on.. though perhaps it might be better were you and Kesslan to speak on this. In truth, I am very flexible to just how this is done."

She rinses dishes in silence for a moment, a brief flash of thoughtfulness on her face. "Perhaps so... I think, first, we must think a little about how it would work, if he would be able to live with us as he is. Is there news on his ..." She hesitates over the word, tentatively picking "Condition..." She reaches for a cloth, drying her hands slowly as she turns to face him, her lashes hiding her eyes expression.

Desmond shakes his head and frowns slightly. "There is no change," Desmond admits, a soft edge of frustration rising at that. "I am unsure of just when it might change. But he lives near to where I am. It is not the same abode, but it is as close as we can safely hope for in the now. I would not mind if we three shared an abode in time. And you know I mind not any time you share with him. You have never shown me neglect in such things, nor he."

She moves forward then, to wrap her arms around his waist, resting her forehead against his chest. "I think, first, we move my things. We must wait, for a time when mon minet can move with us, before I think we do this." She rubs her cheeks lightly against his chest, closing her eyes, catlike herself in her movements. "I know you are not jealous of him, and nor am I." She shrugs lightly.

Desmond slips one arm about her, giving her a firm squeeze in return. "Of that I am glad. Though if you ever feel I neglect you, I wish you to speak to me.. I have done my best to never do it again, but I am not one to think that I can never again misstep. And I wish us to be open on such things.. to face what issues may come before they can become dangerous." His other hand slips from his pocket and he lifts it, slowly drawing his fingers through her hair. "Aimee.. I have something for you."

She snuggles against him for a moment as he speaks, burying her face against his chest, her arms tightening before she releases him with a slightly perplexed look. "You do? Did I leave something at your house?" Her forehead wrinkles, and she slides her hands into her back pockets, pulling her shoulders back, as she tilts her head back to look up at him.

Desmond lightly releases her as well when she releases him, slipping back a slight step before his great frame dips down to one knee before her. "It is tradition in this that the male ask. I am sorry that you had to take the first step, but it does not mean I cannot try to make up for this." His deep voice given a serious sort of gravity as he slips his hand into his pocket, picking out an obvious ring box. He lifts it, slowly opening it to show what lies within. A golden ring with a slim band and a trio of tiny rubies held in the setting. The band itself has a floral pattern reminiscent of orchids. His eyes link with her own and he rumbles, "Such as this I have waited for.. hoped for, My Flame. When our bonding would be complete. I would ask you now, will you marry me?" Spoken with all due gravity, despite her own accepted offer before.

She stares at him, her eyes widening in surprise before her mouth curves into a bright smile that warms and touches her eyes with her feelings for him. "Mon chat..." The ring itself gets more widening eyes, her mouth opening a little in a small gasp of surprise. "Mon chat, it is beautiful..." She reaches out, touching it lightly with fingertips, as if she is checking it is real. "Yes. Of course, yes." The words are a soft breath, her expression almost glowing with happiness. "I didn't get you one."

Desmond only nods to her admission of not getting him one, seeming to have no concern for that. Instead, he ever so gently plucks the ring from the small box. Lowering the box to the ground before he takes her left hand and ever so gently slips the ring onto her left ring finger. He's been studying, for one who knew little at all about such things before. He even ends with a dip of his head, muzzle brushing the back of her hand gently before his eyes lift again. "I have wished to such as this for you.. it pleases me that I can offer this to you. To have such means.. it is a pleasure to provide delights for the one who means the most before all." He keeps her hand in his as he says as much, eyes lingering toward her own.

She lifts the hand, studying the ring in the light, her eyes shining as much as the stone. "It is so pretty. But, mon chat, you did not spend all your money on this?" A trace of anxiety enters her face as she lifts it to his, offering a kiss with the question. "It is beautiful, and my favourite stones,..." She moves her hand, making the ring glint in the light.

Desmond accepts the kiss before he answers, even resuming the wrap of his arms about her, still on a knee to be nearer to her eyeline. Afterward, holding her in a loose, comfortable grip, he rumbles, "I would not spend all for that.. I knew you would not like me to do so, though I did not skimp. So too, there is still the club to plan for. I have much towards it, yet I am still short of providing the rest that we need. But.. this was more important in the now. To seal our coming union properly, with a proper ring that suits you well."

Desmond has just given you '{Elegant Gold ring with 3 Bright Rubies (Description: This ring has a lovely floral pattern with raised gold work in 3 raised gold leaves lifting up to hold the 3 small deep red rubies.)}'.

Aimee snuggles herself into the embrace, lifting her hand to rest it against his shoulder, her eyes resting on the ring. "I still have mon minet's money, safe for the club..." She murmurs, almost distracted by the ring itself. "I think, me, it is the most beautiful thing in the universe..." Her words are a soft whisper, her mouth curved into an irrepressible grin, causing the dimples in her cheeks to deepen.

"Then I am pleased with my choice," Desmond rumbles, indeed having a contented edge to his deep tone. "Perhaps a traditional diamond for the wedding ring itself. But I wished this first one to be more personal to you. Something that fit you." He pauses, considering a moment before he shares another of those stray thoughts of his. "Strange how things that seem so small.. knowing of favored colors.. flowers.. how they can be so important." His eyes linger on her face, taking in the light in her features as she enjoys his gift to her. A new quiet sort of contentment lingering about him in that simple act. The little things.. how nice they are.

Her enjoyment of the ring is written on her face, and she tiptoes, to feather kisses over his face, giggling as she does so. "Mon chat, you are brilliant, and je t'aime, I love you." She wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, her eyes sliding to one side, to where the ring shows. "It is the most beautiful thing ever. The little things, they make up a person. You could say of me that I am a barmaid, that I sing, that I date you and still, they would not know me."

"And I love you, My Aimee," Desmond replies, weathering the flurry of kisses that end with the wrap of her arms about his neck. His own arms contending themselves with the small of her back. "This is true.. and I an glad to know this now. So too I should seek to know more of your details in time." It would be then that he decides a more comfortable venue is called for. His arms tighten a bit around her and he lifts Aimee gently with him as he stands, looking to carry her back to the couch where he can sit and allow her to pick her favored settling posture with him.

She curls up next to him, settling for the night, her head in his lap. Her eyes rest on the ring, moving her hand slightly to admire the glint of it as the light catches it. "I think you know more about me than anyone, mon chat." Softly.

Desmond settles down with her just like that, a hand lifted to lightly pass his fingers through her hair. "But there is always more to know.. though I am in no rush. In the now I feel we can continue to move slowly as we have. As is comfortable." Oh he is quite content. Just as he is in this quiet togetherness for them. He will linger with her for a quiet night in. A loving time shared in which he devotes his attentions to her alone, through to the latest reaches of the evening when they find rest together, closely wrapped in limbs and sheets.Tags:aimee, desmond