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Oh man is a giddy thing.
Sep. 17th, 2014 10:22 pmMarius cannot stop entangling his fingers together as he sits in one of the booths on the first floor of Tintern Abbey; his feet tap restlessly against the wooden floors and he keeps glancing at the door. He hears Marie and Pierre snickering at him behind the bar; he keeps himself from looking their way as much as he can help it. He knows he looks ridiculous; he feels utterly ridiculous, down to his very bones.
But he cannot put off introducing Kathy to his dearest friend. As they all three of them share a building, it is more likely than not that his girlfriend (and his heart flutters, as he thinks the word, a word unfamiliar to him, yet wonderful all the same) would run into Courfeyrac sooner rather than later. And Marius, knowing Courfeyrac as well as he does, would prefer to be there when the two of them meet, at the least to prevent Courfeyrac from telling Kathy his most embarrassing stories.
Still, he wants them both to like each other. It means the world to him that the both of them do; they are both such important figures in his life, he doesn't know what he'll do if this turns disastrous. So he tries not to think of such things, tries to focus on Kathy's sweet dimples and Courfeyrac's teasing, yet encouraging, smile.
He sent a text to each of them, explaining to meet at his work. It's especially quiet this afternoon; most patrons sit a good distance away at other tables, as the chill of the September sun leaking in through the tinted windows like faerie lights. It does little to actually calm Marius' nerves, but it proves soothing to observe, nonetheless.
He wishes he could keep his gaze from the door.
But he cannot put off introducing Kathy to his dearest friend. As they all three of them share a building, it is more likely than not that his girlfriend (and his heart flutters, as he thinks the word, a word unfamiliar to him, yet wonderful all the same) would run into Courfeyrac sooner rather than later. And Marius, knowing Courfeyrac as well as he does, would prefer to be there when the two of them meet, at the least to prevent Courfeyrac from telling Kathy his most embarrassing stories.
Still, he wants them both to like each other. It means the world to him that the both of them do; they are both such important figures in his life, he doesn't know what he'll do if this turns disastrous. So he tries not to think of such things, tries to focus on Kathy's sweet dimples and Courfeyrac's teasing, yet encouraging, smile.
He sent a text to each of them, explaining to meet at his work. It's especially quiet this afternoon; most patrons sit a good distance away at other tables, as the chill of the September sun leaking in through the tinted windows like faerie lights. It does little to actually calm Marius' nerves, but it proves soothing to observe, nonetheless.
He wishes he could keep his gaze from the door.
