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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 5:10 pm
WHO: Fathle + Alex
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: Moma - a restaurant
WEATHER: Warm with clear skies
It had been a few days since their last meeting, and Fathle found himself trying to suppress the urge to call Alex right away. He had to make everything right this time. He would make no mistakes. Dayo even felt his restlessness, and it seemed to affect the young frei. She would smile and float after her Faye in the small apartment asking questions such as: “Are you really going on date with Ms. Alex?” and “I think she’s very pretty…”
Fathle would always smile and chuckle slightly at these prying questions before pulling Dayo to him and pressing a kiss to her forehead, causing the raeven to glow and hum with happiness.
“If you must know, my heart, yes… It is a date.”
Dayo smiled. She had not felt such happiness in her guardian in such a long time. “Are you…?”
Faye arched an eyebrow when she did not finish. She looked up shyly at him with a grin.
“Do you love her?”
He studied Dayo for a moment and the silence between them was longer than she liked. The frei thought that she had asked an inappropriate question and was about to apologize but her Faye spoke first.
“It is… hard to say, little one,” he said. How would he be able to explain to Dayo how it was never a question? How was he to explain that he had lived multiple lifetimes to find her after his grievous mistakes? He had known Alex’s soul for a long time, and it had been imprinted on his in a forgotten, crueler time.
Dayo looked up at him and smiled. “Okay,” she said. She didn’t need to hear anymore. Earlier in her short life, a part of her would have been jealous that someone else was taking her guardian’s attention. However, she knew now that her Faye would do anything for her. He would protect her from anything. Her jealousy was a problem of the past.
Fathle ended up calling Alex’s phone a few days after the small check-up in her office. He ended up getting her voice-mail. Fathle glanced over at Dayo as the frei watched him.Quote: Hello, Ms. Alex. This is Fathle Lekabel.
I was calling to see if you would like to join me for dinner tomorrow night at seven o’clock at the restaurant called Moma. Once again, thank you for accepting my offer. I hope to hear from you soon.
Have a good evening, Ms. Alex.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 9:33 am
"It's not a date!" Alex had told her roommate for what felt like the thousandth time in the span of an hour. The red-headed Irishman had merely looked at her skeptically, and all she could do was sigh thinking about it. It was hard to convince him otherwise when she wasn't all that convinced herself, displaying all the signs of a date with her usual grandeur: pacing, fretting over what to wear and compulsively checking the time every thirty seconds. It wasn't as bad as her first date with Aphismet, but she also didn't know what type of restaurant Moma was. She had no idea if there was a dress code or if she had to carry a clutch like she had at her first and last date, but somehow, her continual telling herself and Neil that it wasn't a date was doing enough work to keep her level-headed that she could power through.
She found herself at the restaurant fifteen minutes early, jaw set and staring at the place with misgiving green eyes as though it might swallow her whole. Alex had compromised with her uncertainty of the restaurant's code, wearing black slacks and heeled calf-boots (the height might help with Fathle), a heather grey slouch neck sweater that exposed her shoulders, all wrapped up in a grey-green peacoat. Her long black hair was tucked into a loose, albeit neat bun at the nape of her neck, a few flyaways dangling free. She was more comfortable and felt more like she was in her own scarred skin, something she hoped would work in her favor and not make her a blithering idiot.
Entering the restaurant, she cast her eyes around it to try and get a feel of what to expect, but she was distracted and nervous still. She approached the smiling host and hesitated on just what to say. Getting a table? Asking if they'd seen a giant of a red-head? A second passed, and Alex settled on, "Is there a table for a Mr. Lekabel?" A pause. "And has he arrived yet...?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:46 pm
The host smiled. “Hello, ma’am. Let me just check our reservations,” she said as she quickly typed something into the compact computer. “Oh yes. I believe he is already here. Please follow me,” she said before heading into the bustling restaurant. Fathle was seated at a table toward the middle of the dining room. He was wearing a black business suit that only made his pale skin and his red hair stand out even more. He turned his red eyes up to the two of them when he felt someone approach. Fathle immediately stood up and smiled at Alex.
“Here, you are, ma’am,” the host said. “Enjoy your dinner.”
Fathle waited for the woman to walk away before addressing Alex. “Good evening, Ms. Alex. Thank you for joining me for dinner,” he said before pulling out her chair. It was so strange to feel this sort of nervousness. After so many years of charming and seducing men and women, Fathle found himself intimidated by the prospect of finally living a scenario he had imagined in his head for so long.
“Would it be too forward for me to tell you that you look beautiful tonight?” he asked with a small smile. “If it is, then you must forgive my social ineptitude and pretend you heard nothing from me…”
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 10:07 pm
Okay, play it cool. Alex tried not to purse her lips, instead biting the inside of her cheek as she was lead to the red-head. She was not surprised to see him dressed to the nines in a suit, but she was surprised by the figure he cut in it. He was dashing, distracting her from her inner war for a few minutes, her attention drawn to the pale man with that strange sense of familiarity he usually carried. It was hard to tell now if it was a distant memory or just something she felt since she knew him but didn't see him often. "Thank you," she murmured to the host, inclining her head politely before looking back to Fathle. He even stood up when she arrived -- the man truly felt like he was not meant for this era.
She gave him a smile that was genuine but a little reserved, pausing when he moved to pull out her seat. A small touch of red lit her cheeks, unfastening her coat as he moved and laying it's shoulders over the back of the chair. She took her seat while carefully smoothing her slacks down, "Thank you for the invitation. I admit, I wasn't expecting anything so...fancy." Alex chuckled softly under her breath, absently touching her hair behind her bared shoulders, the white scars from her neck disappearing into the sweater still rather starkly contrasted on her skin. She felt a little exposed without her jacket, barely so. It's not like she didn't choose the sweater, after all, and she rather liked her shoulders.
Surprise riddled her features at his compliment, almost feeling like he was...hesitant? Nervous, maybe? Alex gave him a bewildered smile, taking the chance to n** one other issue in the bud while she could. "It's only too forward if you insist on calling me Miss. You've been a part of the Lab for four years, Fathle. The formalities are starting to make me a little sad." She offered a soft laugh under her breath, clasping her hands on the table and giving him a mirthful look. "If I can just be Alex, even for tonight, then I'll accept your compliment with gratitude. Otherwise, no sir, not allowed." The barest hint of a grin accompanied her words, hoping to keep things light and not so...date-y.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:42 pm
His eyes followed the line of the scars on Alex’s neck before he turned his gaze upon her face – noting the slight flush on her cheeks. Fathle smiled down at the menu before him. “Of course, Alex,” he said before raising his eyes to Alex again. “I would be a terrible man to make you sad at the very beginning of dinner.” There was a warmth in his expression at their light banter. It still took him a moment to process that Alex was sitting across from him. After so long, it almost felt as though it was too good to be true. Would he wake up and find himself on a cold, rough floor of a cave?
“Would you like anything to drink?” he asked as he offered Alex the wine list. “Moma is known for their seafood so, if you are inclined, I would suggest a light white wine.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 10:08 pm
The moment he said her name, she realized what a big mistake that was. The way he said it had a sort of familiarity, a warmth she wasn't expecting; it made her sit up a bit more straight in her seat, attentive, guilty as she found herself facing the prospect that...maybe...maybe it was a date. s**t.
Alex also wasn't used to his smile. Certainly, she'd seen it before, but it was polite, reserved, almost. The man sitting across from her was certainly still being polite but he was...was he happy? God, she couldn't tell, but there was something infectious about his seeming pleasure at her mere presence. It was refreshing and exhilarating, both things she immediately squashed down. She was going to cling to denial until the very last moment. "I don't know that you have it in you to be terrible to someone you've asked the time of. You're far too considerate for that."
Pausing, she regarded the red-head in silence, considering. Usually she'd say no - she didn't like alcohol and it did bad things to her temper. It was wine, however, and the worst it could do was relax her nerves. Not only that, but pairing it with the meal was not a bad idea. What else were her options? Water? How trite. "That actually sounds lovely," she said, finally ending the staring she didn't realize she was doing while she battled the concept of wine in her head. "In fact, if you're so inclined, you're free to order for me. I trust you more than myself in this instance, so, I'll defer to your knowledge."
Drawing in a steadying breath, she smiled, and fixed him again with her gaze in a less intense manner. Why was she so against enjoying herself, she wondered? Was it him? --no, it was definitely her. It was Aphismet and Vivi and Shepard, the denial of a date, a question of her own worth as a partner. She was thinking too much, she realized, which could only ruin both of their evenings. Willing her shoulders to relax, she leaned forward against the table a little. "So, Fathle..." her smile widened just a little, taking a small plunge, "...tell me about yourself. I know you on paper, but I don't know much about you or your life with Dayo. How's work? Are you settling back into Gaia-life after your fabulous life abroad?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 8:54 pm
Fathle chuckled at the compliment and smiled. “Thank you, Alex…,” he said. “And I will take care of everything if you prefer.” He turned his red eyes to the waiter and he immediately came by to stand next to their table. Fathle asked for a bottle of white wine before ordering a slew of dishes that would act as appetizers, dishes, and desserts. That was the main thing he missed about being human. He wanted to taste food again. Fathle could tolerate eating food but it tasted like ash in his mouth. It had become a kind of skill to act normal as he ingested something that tasted like mud to continue the pretense of being normal.
“Thank you,” Fathle said as he gave the waiter their menus. “I hope you are hungry my hear—” Fathle paused. “—My dear.” A slip up. No matter. He had caught it in time. Fathle continued speaking. “I have ordered a selection of food that has made Moma quite famous.” He waited for the waiter to finish pouring their wine before turning his full attention to Alex once more.
“Work has been going well. I run a few clubs in the downtown area and I am in the middle of renovating one. As for settling in, I believe Dayo and I have finally finished unpacking everything from the moving boxes. She is quite fond of you,” he said with a smile. “I finally managed to find her a private tutor to continue her studies and I believe she will be taking music lessons soon.”
Fathle paused a moment to take a sip of wine. “And how are you, Alex? Have you been doing well since the last time we met? Not counting the latest check-up, of course,” he added with a smile.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 9:07 am
She listened to his words with a mindful ear, the same way she often listened to the Raevans. In the same vein, she could tell rather easily that his words were carefully chosen - or at least, were lacking some sort of personal investment. Alex slowly lifted a brow, noting his comment about food that made Moma famous rather than food he liked. She couldn't possibly say why he'd choose that verbage, but it wasn't lost on her. Offering a light 'thank you' to the waiter, she relaxed her fingers delicately around the stem of the wine glass, smiling a bit. "A little hungry, but that can be expanded upon, I'm sure."
Curiosity needled at her briefly. What was he going to say? My hart? My hardly friend? The thoughts flit through her mind and were just as quickly pushed aside as Fathle continued to speak.
"Clubs! That -- sounds hectic." Alex chuckled softly, trying to imagine the polite, well-to-do red-head supervising the chaos of a club. "Why the interest in clubs?" She looked to ask more, but her words caught and quieted at the man's mention of Dayo, warming her instantly. Nothing could get the Italian to express more interest and pleasure than her Raevans. "And I her. She's beautiful and willful and brilliant, I'm glad she's in your care."
The question was returned to her, and she had to hesitate. The jungle and its aftermath broke free of their containment in her memory, though she was hasty to gather her thoughts and put them back in a neat compartment. It'd do her no good to be guilty and upset now; it was over with. She had the charming man in front of her to consider. "It's...been busy, at the Lab, as it often is." She laughed softly, eyes dipping to the wine glass. "Zul moved out some time ago, so the house is a bit quiet. Otherwise, I just -- I work a lot. A lot." Her smile faded, but not in a negative manner, just speaking more along the lines of having held a discussion similar to the topic at hand that didn't always turn out so well. "I'm just glad I was able to squeeze out for dinner!"Dracul Vladimir IV Hello, I am the s**t stain of the universe, please forgive me
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