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There were some downsides to dating someone who was cynical about romance, on various levels. Valentine's Day was one of them. It wasn't that angels particularly celebrated this holiday, but more that Dorian appeared to be so adamantly hateful of it. She had only brought it up once and then let it go in discussion. However, in the back of her mind she was plotting. It took time, asking around among the humans in the Nexus, and walking among shops and establishments to find what would be perfect, at least for the start of an evening.
She had warned him to get dressed hours earlier because she was coming by but hadn't exactly told him they were going out for a date, just that she was bored and wanted to do something. A little manipulation to keep his complaining to a minimum, just in case, was worth it. Besides, she liked small surprises and this would be a romantic one that he would like, hopefully.
It was early evening when she showed up in a rather racy cocktail dress. The butler, at least that was the best description of the being always at the door, showed her upstairs to where ever it was he was waiting for her.
She had warned him to get dressed hours earlier because she was coming by but hadn't exactly told him they were going out for a date, just that she was bored and wanted to do something. A little manipulation to keep his complaining to a minimum, just in case, was worth it. Besides, she liked small surprises and this would be a romantic one that he would like, hopefully.
It was early evening when she showed up in a rather racy cocktail dress. The butler, at least that was the best description of the being always at the door, showed her upstairs to where ever it was he was waiting for her.
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Date: 2020-03-04 12:52 am (UTC)From:What he's learned about love over a hundred years is that it only ever seems to get torn away from him in the end. Watching dozens (if not hundreds) of lovers fall to disease, the sands of time and even the supernatural has firmed the core of loneliness at Dorian's center in a way that's felt permanent for some time now. The difference between himself and anyone else in a couple on Valentine's Day, really, is that he seems to be one of the few who has truly accepted the inevitability of change as the inescapable, eventual killer of all love and romance.
If more people knew or accepted that, he thinks, they wouldn't be as eager to goad servers into hiding rings in cheesecake and buying chocolates and oversized teddy bears.
If it weren't for the fact that Amartolosa had mentioned wanting to do something tonight, Dorian would be spending the evening shut up in his home pointedly ignoring everyone in the Nexus out holding hands and enjoying themselves.
He is, at least, well-mannered enough to try not to look as pensive and grumpy as he feels when Amartolosa finds him in his bedroom. Per the angel's request, he's dressed for the evening and in the process of tucking a single small sparkling hair accessory into his curls to match his coat when the angel joins him.
"Prinkípissa." Meeting her at the doorway, Dorian presses a kiss to the angel's cheek. "You look beautiful, as usual." He pulls away, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "If you haven't decided what you want to do tonight, I was thinking we should try the theater. Every good restaurant within fifty miles of here is going to be packed to the brim today."
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Date: 2020-03-04 03:48 am (UTC)From:She's all smiles. Valentine's day didn't hold much meaning to her outside of it is time to do nice things with a lover, but it had offered some interesting things to do together.
"I've a whole night planned for us." She's giddy and smiling. "I made sure to avoid crowded places so you wouldn't have to deal with the tacky side of the holiday." Dorian's ideals had been in the forefront of the night she had prepared for them.