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hellonspectacles) wrote2021-09-02 03:34 pm
hellonspectacles) wrote2021-09-02 03:34 pm
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After hours spent peering over blazers and scrutinizing the websites of wine bars in Darrow, after standing in front of the mirror ruffling his hair this way and that, after allowing Cam to first fuss over him, and then to grow tired of his fussing and telling him to get on with it already, Palamedes Sextus finally steps out of his apartment and walks the few blocks to a little cafe on the edge of Petros Park. Regardless of what anyone might tell him, he can’t contain his nerves, though they are overlaid with excitement that makes him walk more quickly towards his destination. It’s only a simple meal with Marianne, he tells himself, and they’ve shared plenty of meals before.
And yet it is more than that. He’s never done something like this before. He has never even thought much about doing something like this before. For Pal, whose heart might be even bigger than his intellect, and who has a bad habit of feeling everything a little more deeply than he should, it is something more.
He pauses about half a block from the restaurant, seeing a figure waiting outside who might very well be Marianne. Pal pauses and takes a breath, running his hand nervously through his hair one more time. And then he approaches her with a wave.
And yet it is more than that. He’s never done something like this before. He has never even thought much about doing something like this before. For Pal, whose heart might be even bigger than his intellect, and who has a bad habit of feeling everything a little more deeply than he should, it is something more.
He pauses about half a block from the restaurant, seeing a figure waiting outside who might very well be Marianne. Pal pauses and takes a breath, running his hand nervously through his hair one more time. And then he approaches her with a wave.