Baptism by Blood

thedazzlingone:

baptismbyblood:

thedazzlingone:

Ali kissed him in greeting, and wrapped her hand around his. “Oooh, I approve of this plan. But are you sure you want to go somewhere and just watch me eat? I mean, there are plenty of street vendors here, I could get something and eat and we could walk….”

Dorian kissed her back, smiling at her as he pulled away. “Well, whatever you want to do is fine. This is your night.” Dad had told him women loved to hear that, hopefully he was right. “So what do you want to do?” 

Ali raised an eyebrow. Dorian was sounding suspiciously… adept. She wondered if he’d been asking advice of Jean-Paul or somebody.

“Dancing,” she said decisively. “It’s been way too long since I’ve gone out dancing, and you never have.”

“D-dancing? I barely know how, I mean, you showed me before, but that was without people around. People who will probably watch how bad I am at dancing.” He pauses, remembering what he told her. “But… I will be willing to make a fool of myself for you.”

thedazzlingone:

baptismbyblood:

thedazzlingone:

“Okay!” said Ali. She pulled out a new pair of jeans, heels she could stand in, a light blue shirt and a sparkly scarf. After a quick shower, she hurried out of the house and over to the square.

It was crowded, of course, but Dorian wasn’t the sort who blended in, even when he was trying to stick to the shadows. She spotted him pretty easily and waved as she made her way through the crowd.

Dorian sat on the bench furthest from the street lamps. He was still getting used to all these humans running about all free and happy, perhaps, he would always be getting used to things. As soon as her scent reached him, he was already looking in her direction before she had a chance to wave.

He smiled sheepishly as she made her way over. “Hey.” He gave her a hug. “So… I don’t know good places to eat… because well, yeah. So, I thought I’d let you pick.”

Ali kissed him in greeting, and wrapped her hand around his. “Oooh, I approve of this plan. But are you sure you want to go somewhere and just watch me eat? I mean, there are plenty of street vendors here, I could get something and eat and we could walk….”

Dorian kissed her back, smiling at her as he pulled away. “Well, whatever you want to do is fine. This is your night.” Dad had told him women loved to hear that, hopefully he was right. “So what do you want to do?” 

thedazzlingone:

baptismbyblood:

thedazzlingone:

“Shower, hair, make-up,” Alison ticked the items off on her fingers. “uuuum, half an hour,” she said, already pulling out an outfit. “We going fancy, grunge, casual… what’s the look tonight?”

“Uh…” He hadn’t thought that far and he looked down at what he was wearing, a black shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. “Casual?”

“Okay!” said Ali. She pulled out a new pair of jeans, heels she could stand in, a light blue shirt and a sparkly scarf. After a quick shower, she hurried out of the house and over to the square.

It was crowded, of course, but Dorian wasn’t the sort who blended in, even when he was trying to stick to the shadows. She spotted him pretty easily and waved as she made her way through the crowd.

Dorian sat on the bench furthest from the street lamps. He was still getting used to all these humans running about all free and happy, perhaps, he would always be getting used to things. As soon as her scent reached him, he was already looking in her direction before she had a chance to wave.

He smiled sheepishly as she made her way over. “Hey.” He gave her a hug. “So… I don’t know good places to eat… because well, yeah. So, I thought I’d let you pick.”

thedazzlingone:

baptismbyblood:

Dorian paused for a moment. “Well,” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. “How soon can you get to Union Square?” He took a seat on the bench and looked around at the couples walking the area, trying to get an idea how they operated. 

“Shower, hair, make-up,” Alison ticked the items off on her fingers. “uuuum, half an hour,” she said, already pulling out an outfit. “We going fancy, grunge, casual… what’s the look tonight?”

“Uh…” He hadn’t thought that far and he looked down at what he was wearing, a black shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. “Casual?”

thedazzlingone:

baptismbyblood:

Dorian heard her tone and suddenly felt nervous. Was he doing it wrong? He quickly gathered his senses. “Do something, yeah. Like… dinner and a movie or something. Like a date.”

That sounded okay, didn’t it? He shoved his free hand in his pocket and walked down the street. “I was thinking we could catch a show and then have a nice dinner, or have a nice dinner and then catch a show.”

“A date? A show? Dinner? Dorian, if you were here right now, I’d kiss you. No, wait, I will. When I see you. When will that be?”

Ali was doing Pixie-level overreacting but she didn’t really care. She’d been waiting six months for Dorian to acclimate himself enough to this new world to fall into a more traditional boyfriend role. She hadn’t minded waiting…  not really. 

Dorian paused for a moment. “Well,” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. “How soon can you get to Union Square?” He took a seat on the bench and looked around at the couples walking the area, trying to get an idea how they operated.