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Post by Gareth on Apr 23, 2016 3:30:53 GMT
It had been about a couple hours or so since he'd sat here. Gareth had been... somewhat awkward, to say the least. Wooing in the modern era was completely different than he'd experienced before - that had involved quite a lot of blushing and gift-giving and dedicating victories in their name, with a healthy dosage of saving their life from villains constantly. It'd been a year before he held hands with his fiancée, and they had only locked lips in the day of their marriage. Maybe even for back then he'd been a bit too proper, if Lancelot and Gawain's stories held any credit, but even then, this is...
Close.
Not too close. Not... embraced, or something similar. They sat on one of those fluffy - stuffed, warm - couches, beside each other, their shoulders and arms touching and transferring heat through their clothes - he'd decided to wear his modern attire for this, because even in his time armors could be a little imposing and uncomfortable to stand near - and worse of all, the two share a blanket. Two people, under the same blanket. That used to be a privilege either for married couples or corpses in mass graves, and they are neither at the moment. The modern era is quite odd.
After a very, very awkward exchange of greetings and a brief introduction to the concept of modern comedy and satire, they'd begun to watch her pick - something about Mountains, Pythons and the story of Camelot. Gareth had been more confused than amused through most of it, given how oddly they'd represented people he knew quite personally, but it still managed to claim a few laughs out of him, specially when the part about the Black Knight came to pass. It had been so oddly relatable he wondered if it could be a coincidence, that the Black Knight would sport such durability as he'd showed during life.
Ser Lancelot slaughtering his way into a castle to claim the hand of a man pretending to be a maiden had earned Grainne a few glances, though, but admittedly, he ended up liking the whole experience. A bit... befuddled, at how something of this caliber could come to be, but with Grace's previous explanation plus a healthy dosage of Throne knowledge on how the myth of Camelot is interpreted and the common imagery associated with it, Gareth could largely enjoy the work without taking offense to the honor of his King.
All that introspection helped naught when the credits roll after a particularly puzzling sequence about the french and the modern police, and the son of Orkney just... sat there, rubbing shoulders, staring ahead unsure of what to say or how to follow next. Nevertheless, he's the first to break silence.
"That was... nice."
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Post by Gráinne on Apr 25, 2016 12:02:47 GMT
When it came to boys, dating and the like Grainne was admittedly a little less experienced than your average twenty something, she had never considered it to be a bad thing until this very moment. Maybe if she had more experience with that sort of thing she wouldn’t have expected anything. Not that what little experience she had with boys taught her to expect anything other than a few pints and a tipsy kiss or two unaware of her grandmother leering out of the window with disappointment (or that might have been the way she always looked, honestly Granne couldn’t tell anymore).
That old hag had given poor Kenneth Murphy a heart attack. If there was one good thing about not dragging her grandmother to the frozen tundra where Chaldea was located it was that she couldn’t spy on her dates. Not that she’d been planning to date anyone when she’d signed up for this. Definitely not someone physically almost a decade her junior who had been on adventures and knew how to cook and had been married already and—damn she needed to stop thinking about that. It was already bad enough that she was conscious of every single damn movement she made with how close they were, hell her own breathing seemed too loud at some points. God, was this how dates were supposed to go? Grainne was taken from her thoughts when the younger male broke the silence.
“Nice…?”
The brunette paused, nice was a nothing word. Nice was that word people used when they didn’t like your cooking but didn’t want you to be disheartened in case you never cooked again. Nice was what you said to your friend who didn’t look good in what she was wearing because you didn’t want her to feel bad or lack confidence. Nice was…nice was not good. Oh god, they’d barely started and she’d ruined it by choosing a comedy (that was still pretty damn accurate in some parts) about Arthurian legend. Maybe she should have picked the Life of Brian or Harry Potter. Okay maybe not Harry Potter, that was a bit young and she didn’t him to think that she thought he was young or anything and—
No, time to stop thinking. Thinking was not working here.
“If you’d like we could watch something you wanted to next time? Or do something you felt like doing, of course, it doesn’t have to be watching anything or…you know.”
She chuckled softly as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. On the bright side this could have been so much worse. This could have been worse, she could have been given a fifty or it could have all gone totally arseways but she’d just…picked a movie that he hadn’t enjoyed apparently. She could get over that.
Probably.
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Post by Gareth on Apr 25, 2016 15:28:20 GMT
Gareth wass not exactly a quick thinker - ever since a kid he could be called bright when it came to seeing the third option, but in no way had he ever been called fast to the punch. He'd mull over jokes for eons before finally getting them, often fail to make the most simple connections between events - causing him to be the last one to know of his mother's habits out of his siblings, at the ripe old age of twelve - but thankfully to his short-lived adventures, the knight had been gifted with a natural, innate sense of danger. And it just all fired up when Grainne repeated the last word of his sentence, examining it like one does a dead rat found by the sidewalk. Why was that there? Was that dangerous?
"W-w-w-wait!" He stuttered and stumbled on his words as his hands did a little interpretative dance in their confusion, trying to guarantee the calm and rationale of Grainne the Irishwoman by just - fuddling about a little. "Nice is a good word! Like great! I enjoyed it! Really!"
Gareth took her hands in his, eyes connecting straight with hers as their faces approached enough for their noses to bop into each other, his expression completely and dead serious.
"Grainne." He spoke in a straight, unwavering tone, as if his words could carve themselves into granite despite his relatively soft pitch. "Knights do not lie. I am a Knight. The movie was good."
The youthful knight nodded, agreeing with himself while trying to cement his statement. Confidence was paramount in inspiring and broadcasting sincerity and loyalty - that much he remembered from both Lancelot's stories and the man himself.
"I swear on my honor, on the heart beating inside my chest, on the hands that now grasp yours. This was an enjoyable occasion."
Did that convince her? Hopefully it did. Catching himself being... way more serious than he'd originally intended, Gareth broke apart the touch with a slight rise of blood to his cheeks and an awkward scratch beside his head, his gaze then distracting itself with the names of random books by the bed as it avoided her own. The transition from the noble knight from the Round Table to the slightly awkward mess that more accurately fit his forever teenage form was something the Irishwoman had seen a few times, yet never ceased in its amusement, its little quirks and details, the way his very aura seemed to change.
"Well, it's not like I know many movies... or things that people do, these days... I mean, I had a couple ideas of my own, but -"
Her laugh eased his hurried heartbeat, green irises finally mustering up the courage once more to look up at the older woman. It was soft and innocent, like the first song of birds by the morning. Gareth had always been one to notice these details, in his younger and more foolish days considering the ways of a poet - before he realized he has no talent with the ways of rhyme and ink.
Never... unoccupied enough to learn.
"- but this was good. Promise."
He smiled softly.
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Post by Gráinne on May 2, 2016 22:06:08 GMT
Grey eyes widened slightly at the sudden movement, had her worries been that obvious? Was she really like an open book? Perhaps it would have been nicer to think that he was just in tune with the way that she thought but it was almost definitely that ‘nice’ that she had uttered in response to his own feelings about the date that had set off that behaviour. Should she have apologized? Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything at all. These things weren’t supposed to be perfect after all, she’d come to terms with that a while ago. When she decided that this was going to be a thing she had more or less prepared herself for the worst anyway. Dating was awkward. She was awkward. Dating when the world was ending was always going to be awkward and yet that didn’t make the situation any easier.
Grainne had turned around about to reassure him that it was fine, that it was just her overreacting because she wanted things to be good. Not perfect, but good at the very least and she was worried that it hadn’t even been acceptable. “Gareth I just—“
The brunette paused feeling her face heat up, had they always been sitting that close? Suddenly it was getting a little harder to breathe, had the room always been this warm? No her heart wasn’t beating fast because he was this close, damn it. But there was definitely something about him when he looked that serious that made her forget that he was technically a teenager. It was easy to miss on occasion, she had to admit, and there were things that he said on occasion…the fact that he was married. A strange dichotomy, the fact that he’d lived through things she’d never dream of being able to despite being quite a bit younger than she was.
“O-okay…” the brunette mumbled, when he let go, quickly moving her hands back. It wasn’t like she wanted him to think much of the quick withdrawal but the thought left her mind as quickly as it entered when she saw Gareth’s rapid change from chivalrous knight to…well, normal (ish) teenager. Was it hilarious? Yes. To the point where she had to cover her mouth to suppress a small giggle but that didn’t make it any less endearing, it was an aspect of him that she quite liked, the dichotomy of the knight and the young man behind it all. Naturally it made her feel that age difference but really, that was the least of her worries when it came to…whatever the hell someone would call this. And it definitely didn’t make him any less endearing her eyes.
“You had ideas of your own? If you want we could do them whenever we’re not busy, I just sort of thought this would be something nice and easy, ya know?”
She wasn’t going to dwell on it too much it wasn’t like she had come to Chaldea expecting anything like this in the first place, she had just expected to help out. Everything else was a bonus.
“If you say so…then I’m happy you thought that it was alright.”
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