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tamingthemuseTitle: Claire
Fandom: Original (Immortals)
Prompt: Prompt 383 - Opportunity whispers
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Jeroen was leaning against a tree in the city of New-York, hiding in the darkness of the shade.
Jeroen was leaning against a tree in the city of New-York, hiding in the darkness of the shade. On the pavement opposite him, a restaurant was basking in the sun, his freshly painted name glinting in the light.
He could see Claire already waiting for him. She was wearing a light summer dress that was hiding just enough of her body to be respectable, but not too much as to be conservative. Her long curly blond hair were let loose, forming a halo of light against her head. Jeroen could see the slight darkening of her opal skin from where he stood. A week by the sea with her sister had done her good.
In the distance he heard a bell tower ring one o'clock. If he waited much longer he was going to be late for this lunch. He straightened his tie in an effort to give himself the courage to walk forward, but it only made him realise that his hands were wet. It was perspiration. It wasn't near warm enough for this, especially not in the shade. He was nervous.
He moved his fingers against his palms, trying to make the sweat disappear. It was all very ridiculous he thought. He had been on thousands of dates since he first hit puberty all those centuries ago. He knew how to do this, he knew how to seduce, to love, to get bored, to break up and start it all over again. He almost relished every part of this scenario, each bringing its own reassuring comfort of habit. There was nothing usual about Claire and it scared him.
This woman was burning all of his walls and defenses with a smile. She would take his hand and he would melt, forgetting he was immortal and could never grow old with her. It was not too late for him to go. It was just the right time for him to end it all. All it would take would be not to turn up at this date, vanish in this city of thousands, and never cross her path again.
He closed his eyes for a second. He could almost smell her honey-sweet perfume carried by the wind to him. He opened his eyes and took a step forward. He crossed the street and without pretending, without thinking about it, he smiled and crossed the street.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he started as he reached the pavement. "They wouldn't let me go at work..." He was about to go on with some other excuse but he was cut off by Claire who suddenly turned to him.
"Jeroen!" She laced her hands around his neck and kissed his cheek briefly. "I thought you'd change your mind." She let her arms dropped and brushed against his before grabbing one of his hands, and smiled.
Jeroen felt his organs melt and his senses take control of him. "I never will," he replied and he knew it was true. He never would change his mind. Stepping forward to Claire on this day would be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Fandom: Original (Immortals)
Prompt: Prompt 383 - Opportunity whispers
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Jeroen was leaning against a tree in the city of New-York, hiding in the darkness of the shade.
Jeroen was leaning against a tree in the city of New-York, hiding in the darkness of the shade. On the pavement opposite him, a restaurant was basking in the sun, his freshly painted name glinting in the light.
He could see Claire already waiting for him. She was wearing a light summer dress that was hiding just enough of her body to be respectable, but not too much as to be conservative. Her long curly blond hair were let loose, forming a halo of light against her head. Jeroen could see the slight darkening of her opal skin from where he stood. A week by the sea with her sister had done her good.
In the distance he heard a bell tower ring one o'clock. If he waited much longer he was going to be late for this lunch. He straightened his tie in an effort to give himself the courage to walk forward, but it only made him realise that his hands were wet. It was perspiration. It wasn't near warm enough for this, especially not in the shade. He was nervous.
He moved his fingers against his palms, trying to make the sweat disappear. It was all very ridiculous he thought. He had been on thousands of dates since he first hit puberty all those centuries ago. He knew how to do this, he knew how to seduce, to love, to get bored, to break up and start it all over again. He almost relished every part of this scenario, each bringing its own reassuring comfort of habit. There was nothing usual about Claire and it scared him.
This woman was burning all of his walls and defenses with a smile. She would take his hand and he would melt, forgetting he was immortal and could never grow old with her. It was not too late for him to go. It was just the right time for him to end it all. All it would take would be not to turn up at this date, vanish in this city of thousands, and never cross her path again.
He closed his eyes for a second. He could almost smell her honey-sweet perfume carried by the wind to him. He opened his eyes and took a step forward. He crossed the street and without pretending, without thinking about it, he smiled and crossed the street.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he started as he reached the pavement. "They wouldn't let me go at work..." He was about to go on with some other excuse but he was cut off by Claire who suddenly turned to him.
"Jeroen!" She laced her hands around his neck and kissed his cheek briefly. "I thought you'd change your mind." She let her arms dropped and brushed against his before grabbing one of his hands, and smiled.
Jeroen felt his organs melt and his senses take control of him. "I never will," he replied and he knew it was true. He never would change his mind. Stepping forward to Claire on this day would be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
