capeandcowllogs | I'm sorry momma, I never meant to hurt you

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I'm sorry momma, I never meant to hurt you

WHO: scatty and Edward
WHERE: idk somewhere subtly romantic
WHEN: tonight after sunset
WARNINGS: none?
SUMMARY: It's not a date.
FORMAT: whatever

[ He has a nice, casual outfit on. Dark button-down shirt, trousers, and muted shoes. His ride, on true other hand, was much flashier. A red Volvo in a sleek design, it had been sitting alone at a dealership waiting for an owner. Edward was merely borrowing it.

Traffic laws didn't apply to dead people, and as a vampire, he was exempt. Being a gentleman didn't mean being a saint. He pulled the car up in front of her residence. He gracefully exited the vehicle, striding to the door or whatever. And he knocked, the kind of knock that even Mozart himself would have been envious of in it's musicality. So ordinary it was decidedly extraordinary. ]

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[Scathach is dressed just as casually. She had even opted to leave her short swords at home. What kind of welcome-back would it be for her to have blades on her back? Probably not a good one.

Sorry she doesn't notice the fanciness of your knock, just the knock itself. And after waiting an appropriate amount of time, she opens the door, looking pretty smooth and unimpressed by everything. But still somehow happy to see him. It is a very practiced look.]

Welcome back.

Thank you. [ He smiles, his eyes quickly flashing over her. He liked it; not too flashy, with understated and subtle superiority over everyone else. Or maybe that was just her aura. ]

You look lovely tonight. [ He extends an arm out to lead her to his disgusting- er, beautiful Volvo. ]

[She catches sight of that gaudy car, but isn't about to say anything. At least, not now. She takes the compliment gracefully, with a small nod.]

Thank you. [She takes his arm.] So, where are we to go?

[ Had he been wining and dining a human, he would have made reservations at a restaurant. That was what was in the movies and novels. (not his own, of course- he hasn't been able to locate a copy anywhere) He opened the passenger door for her before answering. ]

I thought perhaps we could start with a visit to the art gallery. [ So what if it was closed? Emmett would be proud of him for his 'carpe diem' attitude he had adored here. ]

[She nods at this choice. Scathach had not been out to admire art in a while; to be honest, sometimes it was just too boring for her. But occasionally, it was a good way to relax--and this was definitely a night to do that.]

Which one?

It's called Kaleidoscope. It mostly features local artists. The displays are quite nice, and even nicer when illuminated only by moonlight. [ The car starts and Edward clearly has no regard for the speed limit. He is, however, taking great care to avoid an accident. Whether its out of the goodness of that organ he once had called a heart or because he didn't want any scratches on the Volvo was up for interpretation. ]

It's only a few moments away. [ At this speed, he mused with a content smile on his face. ]

[Scathach dislikes cars enough, so she ignores his speeding. No need to stress herself out more. Instead, she shifts in the seat so she's angled towards him.]

I'm sure it will be wonderful.

[ He gives a crooked smile, turning his head to face her. Psh, looking at the road? That's for plebeians. The car is silent except for the low hum of the vehicle and their conversation. He hadn't stocked any good CDs yet, and he didn't listen to radio stations.

He turns his attention back to the road, gently slowing to turn down an alleyway. It would be rather rude to have his guest flying around the car. ]

I hope you have your seatbelt on. I hear the police are really cracking down on that. [ He doesn't bat an eye at his joke, but his smile does grow larger. He goes across the main road and through another alley. ]

[She does, in fact, appreciate the slowing. And also the alleyways, to be honest. As her name implied, Scathach didn't like being out in the open very often.

And at the joke... well, she gives one short laugh.]

I know most of the cops on the police force. I doubt they would give someone in a car with me a ticket.

Perhaps I should ride with you more often. [ He never wears a seat belt, for obvious reasons. And, despite his usual habit of driving fast, he slows considerably. It makes her thoughts calmer, which makes it easier for him. Calm thoughts were his favorite, but they were rare in the stressful environment of the 21st century. ]

[She flashes a grin.] You probably should.

[ Obeying the speed limit seems like a sin in a good car like this. Volvos, Edward thought, were meant to be driven like Mercedes and Lamborghinis. He slows to avoid hitting a drunken man in the alley, pulling out onto the main road and veering left onto a side road. Everything on this side of the city was closed, and despite the motorists on the road, there were hardly any pedestrians. ]

There it is. [ The car slows to a stop on the sidewalk directly in front of the modest-sized gallery. Edward isn't that sneaky about B&Es. He's standing outside of her door before a second passes, holding it open for her. ]

Shall we?

[The redhead finally seems to calm down enough to relax against the seat. The silence was what really got her; she could hear the car, of course, but none of the ruckus of the humani. It was... nice.

Grass-green eyes inspect the gallery with approval, and it's almost as if she expects him outside her door, because she's getting out immediately after it's opened.]

We shall.

There's a door on the rooftop. [ He jumps up after closing the door behind her, landing gracefully on his feet. The hinges aren't a problem and he easily uses two fingers to pry them off. The door is casually placed to the side in a fluid movement. ]

Ladies first. [ He gestures for her to enter. It isn't dangerous, nor are there any dangerous security traps. Perfectly fit for her to enter first. ]

[She follows just after him, and even with her lack of height she makes it in one jump as well. And even though he allows her first, and she figures that he's checked for traps, she's running her fingers against the walls of the stairwell, eyes flicking everywhere.]

You're too kind.

Manners never go out of style. [ He wonders if it's an instinct or habit she's formed, being wary of traps. He walks at her pace, staying at her side as they descend down the stairwell. The building was only two stories with another floor that was really just stairs leading up to the roof. Instead of a door, there was a decorative curtain of beads to lead them into the darkened gallery.

The windows were large and captured the moonlight and Light from nearby street lights. He pulled back the beads for her to enter. The artwork wasn't so much good as ... unique, and original. ]

[Oh gods, it's modern art. Well, she's already here. She glances around quickly, and then makes her way to the first piece.] Do you do this often?

When I've caused too much of a stir in the library and there aren't any old ladies who need help crossing the road. [ He grins. Her thoughts were how he viewed them as well, but art was art, after all. He could still enjoy being in the presence of it. ]

[The redhead can't help but smirk and roll her eyes at him. Old ladies. She stars wandering, hands folded behind her back.] Spend a lot of time reading, hm?

It's a favorite hobby of mine. [ He stands in front of a sculpture made of aged copper in the shape of ... a person, maybe? The title was no help, merely saying 'Compassion'. ]

Do you?

[She pauses beside him, eyeing the statue. Compassion. If Scathach could only fully appreciate it.]

I'm more of a hands-on sort of person.

Oh? [ He inclines his head, a silent offer for her to elaborate. ]

[Raises eyebrows.]

I'd just rather be out doing something than sitting inside, reading.

Reading can be accomplished outside.

But you generally have to sit to do it.

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I'm trying to go back to his canon roots of ridic prose

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Responds gleefully to mating call

let me sing you the song of my people

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