A first date

[adifferentlife]

Dating is something that Sybil finds a bit strange. It isn't that she's doing anything she wouldn't have were she home at Downtown - the theatre with a suitor wouldn't be something that raised a brow, though dinner somewhere public would be considered odd to say the least. What is the strangest is doing it herself, organising this all with someone who doesn't know her family. Organising it with someone so much like her and yet so different.

The play had been one they both should have known. After all it was Shakespeare, and Hamlet - whilst not romantic - was something that she has enjoyed in the past. Tonight's performance left her baffled, with more questions than anything. But other than a shared baffling, she keeps her thoughts to herself until they're seated at the restaurant. Only then does she look across the table with her eyes wide, shaking her head. "Were they all supposed to be derelicts?"

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[jaimemieux]

Only reluctantly did Combeferre allow Sybil to depart. He lingered a few steps from her door, hands clasped behind his back, a murmured au revoir on his lips when she glanced back one last time.

Then she was gone, and the night was silent, and he tipped his head up at the stars once again, laughing softly at his own ridiculousness, and at the surprising wonders that Fate could toss one’s way.