[11/5] mending?
Nov. 16th, 2016 10:10 pmIt was foolish perhaps, a ridiculous, romantic gesture that would have doubtlessly made Nikandros roll his eyes.
But it had been days since Damen had last seen Laurent, days since Erasmus had abruptly gathered his few belongings from Damen's dwelling and relocated to his own domicile on the other end of town. Days since Damen had spoken with Erasmus to find the reason behind his hasty departure.
Days since the dust had settled.
And now Damen stood outside Laurent's door with a bouquet of flowers and a carefully wrapped box of chocolates. It was a custom here, he had learned. A courting custom. It didn't strike him as quite as meaningful as the books he'd already given Laurent or the painting of which they'd spoken. But he could only hope the sentiment would be clear.
Or, at the least, he could hope that the news he brought might be enough to calm Laurent's ire.
Resting the bouquet in the crook of his arm, Damen knocked upon Laurent's door. And waited.
But it had been days since Damen had last seen Laurent, days since Erasmus had abruptly gathered his few belongings from Damen's dwelling and relocated to his own domicile on the other end of town. Days since Damen had spoken with Erasmus to find the reason behind his hasty departure.
Days since the dust had settled.
And now Damen stood outside Laurent's door with a bouquet of flowers and a carefully wrapped box of chocolates. It was a custom here, he had learned. A courting custom. It didn't strike him as quite as meaningful as the books he'd already given Laurent or the painting of which they'd spoken. But he could only hope the sentiment would be clear.
Or, at the least, he could hope that the news he brought might be enough to calm Laurent's ire.
Resting the bouquet in the crook of his arm, Damen knocked upon Laurent's door. And waited.
