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 Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 5:37 pm
Archer fidgeted nervously in the garden, looking miserable. Well, of course he had wanted to help everyone have a good time and such, even if it meant participating in this silliness, and Valentine's Day was a most noble day, yes...
But it was so dashed embarrassing! He must have been out of his mind when he had signed up for the affair, but he had, and now he was standing around in the garden, feeling a bit foolish in a white suit since he was told those were 'romantic' and holding a bouquet of red roses, the standard Valentine's day fare for any young gentleman to give to a girl. However, since he was Archer, he had brought a single white rose too. If he was going to represent the Lancastrian flower, he was bloody well going to represent York too, and had dutifully worn the white bloom, which failed to stand out at all against his suit. He fidgeted some more, on account of having nothing else to do whilst his 'date' took her time showing up. "Late." he grumbled. "Preposterous."
Archer had nothing against romance, provided it was proper and the couple were very discreet. Blind dates were a different story.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 12:46 pm
Aletta wasn't the brightest bulb in the box when it came to holidays but she expected it was the same as they celebrated it in Spain; to give the other person a heart-felt gift of some sort. The Spanish girl had spent almost the entire night making a macaroni heart card for her blind date. She wondered if he would be a pretty young man. She had only met Archer and Vashan before, so she wanted to make a new friend. The glue took it's sweet time to dry while she prepared herself for her date. She wanted to look like a nice young woman.
Slapping on a white sundress and a waist scarf with little heart accents that she made herself. They looked lop-sided but she didn't care too much about it. She fixed her hair up nicely and put on her gold bangles. she didn't leave her room without them. She twirled and nodded to herself. "perfect!" she told herself as she lifted the half dried card. She looked at the clock quickly and realized... she was late...
Without a second thought, she ran out the door, slipping on some ballet flats on her way out, slammed it behind her and made her way to the garden where the anonymous invite had told her to meet her date. With a sprint down the hall, a sharp left turn and a few moments later, arrived at the Garden. She looked around here and there for her date but couldn't spot him (or her).
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 3:45 pm
Archer looked around for his date impatiently. The sooner he got this over with, the better, after all. it was all highly improper, everyone knew one wasn't supposed to go on dates unless one was absolutely sure one loved the person. This whole 'fun' thing was very crude.
He gasped as he saw Aletta. How could she walk about in such a manner? The spanish girl's wardrobe always amazed him, the improper amount of skin showing and bright colours were almost the polar opposite of his own outfits. What could she be doing out here, though? She looked like she was looking for someone...
Oh, surely not. Archer looked grim as the realization swept over him and he raised his hand to Aletta. "Miss Aletta!" he called, desperately trying the chance it was NOT him she was set up with. "Who might you be seeking on this fine day?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:00 pm
Desperately hoping her date had not left disappointed, she looked around here and there. Suddenly, she heard a voice call her name. She would recognize that voice just about anywhere! It was Archer! She quickly hop-stepped over with her hair bouncing slightly and sundress moving in the same motion as well. She hadn't seen him since last time with Vashan. She sort of wondered how he was doing and what Archer was doing here in the garden as well.
"Archer!" She said, rolling the two Rs in his name. "I am looking for someone who is my date! I don't know who they are, but I hope they are nice." She declared without hesitation. "And what are you doing here?" She asked with the half-wet card in her hand; the uncooked macaroni almost sliding off the paper itself. She made a dissatisfied look on her face while waiting for an answer. She tried to move the pieces back into the shape of a heart while the white glue underneath was still wet and she could move the pieces around.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 4:04 pm
Inwardly, Archer sagged. "What a coincidence." he said hollowly. Every time he met the girl she dragged him into something improper! Coughing, he straightened up and made a stab at gentlemanly charm. If he was going to be stuck doing improper things, he might as well go about it properly. "I suppose I must be your date, then." he stated, forcing his reluctance into a mental closet. "How lovely." He flourished the bouquet at her. "These flowers are for you," with that, he pulled out the white rose, putting it in her hair. "So's that one Miss." he said warmly.
And then he was out of gentlemanly things to do. "So... What would you like to do? Consider it your evening."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 11:36 am
Her slender fingers pushed and pulled the pieces of uncooked macaroni. They just didn't want to stick. She made them back into a relatively decent heat shape as Archer had stuck a rose in her hair. "Thank you, Archer! These are beautiful." She said as she brushed her hair behind her ear, under the flower and received the bouquet of flowers. "And Feliz día de San Valentín to you, Archer!" She said holding out the mess of glue and pasta on thick red card paper. The phrase for a Happy Valentines Day was also written on the front of the card in Spanish. She pushed it towards him for him to accept it without smearing craft glue all over his formal wear.
"There isn't much that I would like to do today." She said as she tapped her chin with a finger that connected to a free hand. "Do you have any ideas?" She reflected the same question back at him without knowing it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 11:46 am
Archer took the somewhat sticky valentine and held it gingerly. "...Thank you, Miss." he said politely. "I'll, ah..." Looking around, he considered putting it on a bench for 'safekeeping', but that would be highly rude. It was a gift from a young lady's delicate heart! Reluctantly, he put it into his jacket pocket, inwardly wincing as he felt the glue attach itself to the suit. "I'll put it right in my pocket so I'm quite sure it's secure." he told her, smiling wanly.
He was at least relieved she didn't know what she wanted to do. That gave him free gentlemanly rein to steer them away from impropriety. But what would they do? He frowned thoughtfully before reaching a decision. "Shall we walk around the garden?" he asked. "It's a lovely evening, and someone to accompany me would be splendid." He offered his arm out to her carefully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 4:57 pm
Aletta giggled at Archer. To her, he was an amusing fellow. "You should've waited for it to dry." She said pointing to his pocket. "now all the pasta is flat." She said, trying to hold back her laughter. she just let it go as he reassured her that it was secure in his pocket. "If you say it is safe, I believe you." She said grinning and showing her pearly whites that matched the white rose that was stuck in her hair
At his offer, she couldn't refuse. It truly was a beautiful night and any girl would've loved to be out in the garden. Even with a blind date that had the ability to see. "That would be fantastic!" she said wrapping her arm around Archer's offered arm. She never learned about not using more than two fingers or wearing gloves or even to not show her ankles! She latched onto the roses in her other arm that didn't stick to Archer like the craft glue to his suit pocket.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:56 pm
Archer gave her a brave smile. "Alas, Miss Aletta, what is done is done. If the pasta is flat, the sentiment remains." He winced as she wrapped her arm so closely with his, he could feel her body heat against him, suggesting impropriety beyond his wildest dreams, but he collected himself. It was no gentle touch like he had been expecting, but he would not let this siren lure him into her snares! She didn't know better, having not been brought up like a proper British lass, he was sure, and he would give her a lovely walk despite her indiscretions, he resolved.
This settled in his mind, he moved to gently alter her touch to something more conventional. "Where would you like to walk to?" he asked her gently. "We shall go wherever you desire and converse delightfully as we go."
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