|Anathema's Living Room
||[Nov. 27th, 2005|03:00 pm]
For Life & Liberty
((OOC: This scene takes place immediately following the November 27th tabletop session.))
Prospero and Anathema enter the house. Prospero is carrying the bag containing the champaign that Anathema purchased earlier in the day. He seems to be trying very hard to keep from smiling.
"I'll just put this somewhere to chill," Prospero says before heading off to the kitchen. "Why don't you gather the other ladies, there is much news to share with them."
Prospero heads into the kitchen and sticks the bottle in the fridge.
Jilena looks down at her hands twisted in her lap for several seconds before she looks up.
"As much as Devlin might think otherwise, I'm not a little girl anymore." Her chin lifts a little, and she suddenly seems to take on a regal demeanor. "I'm a grown woman, with my own life to lead, and I can make my own decisions." A smile. "I know what I want, and father or no, he'll have to deal with that."
I just hope you can take the weight of your decisions. An angry father isn't that bad the worst he'll probably think to do is kill us. No matter what Jilena does her mother will love her. The dead are good like that.
Prospero's gaze seems to empty, but not in a hostile way. He moves the hand from his chest back to his side. After a few seconds he seems to direct a small and single nod down at Jilena.
His whisper is quiet to the point of being nearly inaudible even to him, "Indeed."
Anathema smiles and glances at Kalira, beaming with pride.
"Well. That settles that! I'm sure Devlin won't think twice about it anyway. So, Kalira and I are going to go get some... rest. Then, in the morning, the three of us can go shopping! So, we'll just leaveyou and Prospero to consider any other preparations that might need to be made..."
Anathema stands and wraps a and around Kalira's shoulder, urging her to follow along.
Prospero seems to come out of his fugue and whispers at the retreating women, "Good night."
He turns again to regard Jilena. He gives a small pleasant smile, or at least as close has a sluagh can get to a pleasant smile.
"Shall I get us some wine to celebrate with? I think there is a sweet red in the fridge that you might like and a bottle of Thunderbird hidden in the crisper for me."
Jilena gives Prospero a radiant smile. "Thank you; I'd like that."
When they're both settled with their drinks, she reaches for Prospero's hand. "You've done so much for me; I want you to know that I'm very grateful." She looks at him shyly. "And...more than grateful." She looks down at her free hand resting in her lap. "I don't know whether Janel would have felt this way, but I know I do." Pause. "I'm very fond of you."
Prospero sets his glass down on the table. He moves his hand to Jilena's outstreched hand and rests the tips of his fingers on it.
"I'm very... fond of you has well."
He cocks his head at her and gives a bit of smile. "It doesn't matter how Janel or Charles would feel. The only important thing is that Jilena and Prospero share a... fondness."
Prospero wraps his fingers around Jilena's.
Jilena gives Prospero a shy, but heartfelt, smile. "Indeed."
((OOC: Fade to black here, perhaps?))
((OOC:Fade to black. End of Thread.))
Kalira obligingly follows along, pausing to wink at the sluagh and the other sidhe. "Have a nice night, you two."