- Messages
- 549
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Mahogany Wood 10 ¼ Runespoor Fang
- Age
- 6/2003
"Why are you sweating?" asked Gregory as Audel paced through the clovers in his lounge room, wiping his forehead as he went.
"Because I'm going to pee my pants otherwise, Greg. I'm going to be secreting somehow," he replied, sighing pathetically as he flopped on the moss-covered couch. The flora his house was covered in was no accident. Together, he and his cousin had gotten Demeter and Atala out for the day with Desislava while they busied about setting up the grand affair. Letter after letter of his son's had encouraged Audel to finally take the plunge, stop being such a plonker and ask the woman of his dreams and mother of his child to be his wife. 'I call her Maman anyway, Papa!' Damide had rolled his eyes at him over the holidays. 'She's been Maman since I was five, and you've been seven years too long at showing her you're committed.' Well, it wasn't exactly encouraging to get relationship advice from his eleven-year-old son, but if the boy was pestering then it was clearly time to get a move-on.
It was Greg's idea, seeing as Audel's talent at cooking wasn't going to be a great deal of help in setting up the perfect proposal. He could make her an extra-greasy cheeseburger, but he'd feel bad about himself afterwards. His cousin had suggested the indoor garden and he'd jumped at the idea, but they'd only a few hours to set it up. By the time the two men were finished, they'd covered every available surface with daisies, moss, clovers, begonias, carnations, gerberas, ferns, climbing roses falling from the ceiling and every kind of honey-scented flower there was. Lazy pollen-particles floated through the air in the dappled sunlight. Everything was actively growing, thanks to the exquisite spellwork of his best friend, and Audel was currently freaking out in a romantic greenhouse without the glass.
"Will you stop worrying?" chuckled Greg kindly, plopping down next to the taller man and throwing an arm about his shoulder. "She'd be mad to say no, but if she does then at least you have the prettiest living room in Obsidian." Audel wailed quietly, but it became a little louder when he heard the front door open. "Stand up, love," Greg encouraged. "I'll hide in the office."
"Because I'm going to pee my pants otherwise, Greg. I'm going to be secreting somehow," he replied, sighing pathetically as he flopped on the moss-covered couch. The flora his house was covered in was no accident. Together, he and his cousin had gotten Demeter and Atala out for the day with Desislava while they busied about setting up the grand affair. Letter after letter of his son's had encouraged Audel to finally take the plunge, stop being such a plonker and ask the woman of his dreams and mother of his child to be his wife. 'I call her Maman anyway, Papa!' Damide had rolled his eyes at him over the holidays. 'She's been Maman since I was five, and you've been seven years too long at showing her you're committed.' Well, it wasn't exactly encouraging to get relationship advice from his eleven-year-old son, but if the boy was pestering then it was clearly time to get a move-on.
It was Greg's idea, seeing as Audel's talent at cooking wasn't going to be a great deal of help in setting up the perfect proposal. He could make her an extra-greasy cheeseburger, but he'd feel bad about himself afterwards. His cousin had suggested the indoor garden and he'd jumped at the idea, but they'd only a few hours to set it up. By the time the two men were finished, they'd covered every available surface with daisies, moss, clovers, begonias, carnations, gerberas, ferns, climbing roses falling from the ceiling and every kind of honey-scented flower there was. Lazy pollen-particles floated through the air in the dappled sunlight. Everything was actively growing, thanks to the exquisite spellwork of his best friend, and Audel was currently freaking out in a romantic greenhouse without the glass.
"Will you stop worrying?" chuckled Greg kindly, plopping down next to the taller man and throwing an arm about his shoulder. "She'd be mad to say no, but if she does then at least you have the prettiest living room in Obsidian." Audel wailed quietly, but it became a little louder when he heard the front door open. "Stand up, love," Greg encouraged. "I'll hide in the office."