“M-Merci, the same to you” The spy’s cheeks were still the deep shade the dark red as they were before, barley being able to managed a small smile in return to the sniper. At times when he would trip or stumble he would start apologizing multiple times and picking up his pace try to to keep up with the sniper.
Esme knew whatever the source of the glowing lights they were getting closer and closer to it, seemly though it was almost only a few yards ahead of them. He was already feeling a bit anxious as before but whatever was around that bend of the hill had better been good. Why would Claude lead him somewhere that was unsafe? It was a date…a perfectly normal date. To response to the sniper he gave a quick but a very silent “oui” before he stepped around the corner.
When stepping around the corner, the spy eyes were wide his jaw dropping ever so slightly. His eye’s looking at ever last detail of the setup, how the pillows were set up, where the food was place. To him it would seem like this was something you would see in a magazine of a sort, though for some reason this still seemed better than any of those could compare. It was just for him and Claude…nobody else just for them. A smile instantly grew on to his face “you did all this…for us?” spinning on the back of his heels he turned toward the sniper “I-I don’t know what to say, it’s…it’s” Esme paused for only a moment’s trying pick the right word “it’s perfect…I don’t know how you did this but i-I love it” He took another glace once more at the gazebo, he wish he could of put more word’s than just perfect but that what it was…perfect.
The Australian merely smiled in response, stealing a quick kiss from the Spy before sliding behind him, placing his hands on suited shoulders and leading him towards the pile of pillows. It was a better reaction than he’d been hoping for, in his own mind the place looking cheesy and knowing it could be better – but so long as Esme liked it, he was happy. Better than happy, even.
He stopped them both when he reached the seating place, hands slipping down to wrap around the other’s waist and rest his chin on a shoulder. “Oi hope it’s not too much, feel like Oi coulda done more for you but…” well, no point dawdling.
He let go of his Spy begrudgingly, going to pour himself a drink and giving the other a questioning look.
The spy’s eyes seemed to continue watching the lights, they were getting closer but he wasn’t sure if that was where they were headed or not. He would stumble at times when his foot would catch on some of the cracks, the spy managed to keep on his feet, the last thing was to mess up the snipers appearance after he all this was the first time he saw Claude so nicely dressed. He hated himself for being so clumsy but he couldn’t help himself, he was nervous just as much as the sniper was.
“B-but…” Esme couldn’t figure out what to say, he could only manage to give a coy smile in return to the sniper while cheeks were a dark tinge of pink.
“But nothin’, you look lovely.” The Sniper smiled again through his awkwardness, getting worse as the lights grew brighter. He was oddly worried about how Esme would take it - was it too much? He would just have to find out. Every time the Spy stumbled he stopped to let the other catch up, mumbling something about checking if he was okay.
They were so close now, they just had to walk around a small hill, the only thing being a barrier to them now. “Okay, jus’ don’t… don’t think it’s too flashy or anythin’, alright?”
Around the corner it was warmly lit up, bright but not to the point of it being painful to look at. A white gazebo was set up, fairy lights hanging from every available pole, and underneath there was a large blanket with various cushions and pillows thrown about to make it comfortable. There were short tables covered in food, different wines, water. Everything was powered by a rather large generator that hummed happily in the background.
The spy followed closely behind Claude, never letting him getting more than a foot or two away from the sniper. Away from the base always gave the spy a nervous feeling in his stomach even when other mercenaries, he felt like he was somewhere that he didn’t belong and was out of place. This feeling… it wasn’t there, he actually felt secure like everything was going to be alright. The spy knew exactly why it wasn’t there; he was with Claude, a person that he was so close too and loved.
“It’s fine, there is no reason to apologize. I need the exercise anyways” he couldn’t help but give a light titter. That is when his eye caught something off in the distance, the dancing lights ahead. The spy stayed silent as he watched the lights still staying near to the sniper.
Those lights were exactly where they were headed, though they’d have to cross over various mounds of cracked dirt and dusty desert to get there. Claude had to remind himself that it was required, though, didn’t want anyone else stumbling across them, people were less likely to seek the lights out if it was a while away. Besides, they were only noticable if you were to really look.
“Dunno wot you’re talkin’ about, darlin’, you look fine.” Another one of those rare smiles, directed at the spy, though there were some slight nervousness hidden behind it.
[Just unfollowed a lot of people, and I really do apologise for that. I just haven’t been around and some people I have followed have never interacted with my characters, so I only thought it proper…
That being said, I really do need some people who are willing to interact with Claude and Brian regularly, now that I’m back in action over here.]
He resist the urge to pout when the sniper looked away from him, but when hearing the compliment made his smile stick. Blood rushed to his cheeks making them heat up and turn a light color of pink, he was obviously blushing. “M-merci” He blinked once before he caught a glimpse of something that seemed rare, a smile on Claude. Seeing that emotion on the sniper made him feeling a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.
“Me neither” He stayed silent, knowing that there wasn’t much to do around the bases, everything around them was a battle area, and the bases which both teams were in every waking minute of there lives. If they ever got a chance to get out of the base, it was just empty land with any other civilization miles away. “walking is alright…i guess” he didn’t want just want to walk around for there first official date, he stayed silent till the snipers voice broke it. “Alright” he quickly followed behind the other, keeping up this time.
The Sniper took Esme’s hand more insistently, but not roughly, just holding into it almost protectively. Out there, he completely forgot about being all dressed up, just enjoying his time with the Spy, even if they weren’t entirely doing all that much - it was just nice to spend time together. But he knew Esme would like what he had planned, and so he led him further away from the base, towards where light pulsed and fluctuated on the horizon. Somewhere out in the desert, by the looks of things.
“‘m sorry luv, this may be a little bit of a walk…”
[Been awfully quiet on this account… Simon’s been eating up all my time.
But yes, hi, hey, hello~]
[Okay, Simon’s blog is all set up, he’s taken current residence at
Plz love him like I love him ok
And now back to BUSINESS AS USUAL.]
okay guys, I have BIG PLANS.
Simon is leaving this account. I feel like he’s stolen this blog away from Claude and Brian, so he’s getting his own blog. Along with a ~MYSTERY DUDE~
I hate having so many OCs. I can only survive with two at a time what the-
All the current RPs I had going on with Simon will be reblogged by his account once it’s set up.]
“I’m here because…” She trails off a moment, thinking she shouldn’t tell him, but hops right back onto her sentence, “I was here to see my psychiatrist.” She says blankly, almost without emotion. “I come here at least twice a week. Thats smaller than usual.” She coughed into her hand, watching him. “May I ask; what are you doing here? A-As long as I am not intruding.” She stutters, trying not to be rude.
The Sniper nodded his head in understanding, blank eyes trained on the woman in front of him - not invasive, not threatening, but calming. “I was just out for a stroll, silly really. My shoes aren’t suited for this.” For a split second there was a charming smile, though it disappeared quickly. “And don’t worry about intruding, nothing to hide here.” He tugged his scarf up slightly over his mouth, though it failed to cover up the coy little smirk there. Force of habit.
“Am still learning. Never quite the same.” Teddy said happily, pouring the water in a mug full of instant hot chocolate mix. “Is struggle, but this place changes very little. I learn to remember where everything is, which way the wind should blow… Little things. Is tea good then? Only have orange pekoe.”
“Tea will be just lovely, thank you. And you seem to be doing a fantastic job, I’m quite impressed.” Another twitchy smile and the Sniper was nodding his head. He’d been blind before - well, eyes covered for little shows, but those were all tricks. He finally made his way to sit down, perching awkwardly on the nearest chair, hand folded onto his knees. “It must be hard, learning a new way of life like that. Losing a sense.”