My beloved monster and me

[oneagainstall]

Who: Gren and Misty
Where: The lake
When: 25/10
Rating: Likely some swearing and probably some smoochin'
Summary: Two swamp people attempt to have a normal date
The Story:

Gren really isn't equipped for romance. Not that he can't have romantic feelings, of course, Misty is living proof of that- he's just not much experienced in that area. His life has always been pretty simple, from eldritch Nordic swamp horror to the short, angry guy that haunts dive bars. Simple, easy, keeping everyone bar the people he cares about the most at arms length.

But now there's Misty, and he's equal parts happy he has her and terrified he's going to do something to fuck this up. He's taken Shawn's advice (for better or for worse) for a good first date and set up a picnic by the lake. Of course, he has no idea what Misty likes to eat, so he's gone with a mixture of everything and just hoped for the best. He's set up a blanket- for her benefit more than his own - and even managed to drag a few candles, some wine and a frazzled-looking boombox out of his closet.

"God. This looks fuckin' awful."

Still, he's done what he can, sends her a message of where to meet him, and spends the rest of his time staring at his poor attempt at a picnic, waiting for her to arrive.

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[twirlier]

With the message, Misty takes a few minutes before heading down to the lake. Mostly it is time to get a new dress from the closet, with matching shawl and even sandals despite her regularly bare feet.

The dress was practically gossamer in shimmering black with icy tones of pale blue shot through the fabric, and the shawl was ivory with the same cool tones. It was nicer than anything she had ever owned, but it cost her nothing here to put a lot of thought and no time into something that she thought looked amazing, felt like a breeze on her skin, and if she cheats with the ice based shades, well then so be it.

Gathering the bottle she had gotten from the closet in a basket and slipping her feet into the ice blue sandals, Misty headed down for the lake.

Gren might be worried about the set up, but as she approaches, Misty is positively enchanted. The details, the way it looks, it's all perfect to her. Because he did this for her. Crossing the grass to his side, smiling so wide her cheeks are likely going to hurt later because someone, no, HE did this for her.

"No one's ever taken me on a picnic before," she admits, her voice a little tight.