Post by zykrinnox on Aug 25, 2014 6:26:36 GMT
Geoffrey: He'd attempted to dress to the nines today. He, of course, didn't want to overdress just in case she decided not to dress up a ton (which was okay!), but he didn't want to underdress either- he thought it might give her the wrong impression that he didn't care, when in reality, he hadn't cared this much about what someone thought of him in a while. In quite some time, really.
His father was never very easy to please. He was always after him to study and learn everything about his responsibilities, and, in all honesty, that was probably what drove Geoffrey to leave. Geoffrey never asked for any of that. While he understood why he was supposed to be the heir, (his mom had married into the noble blood and so it was the Father who passed it onto his son- had it been his mother that was noble, it would have been his older sister) all he wanted to hear was that he was still their son if he couldn't or didn't want to live up to their expectations of an heir. It wasn't that he didn't know they loved him, he knew they did, it was just that he wanted to hear validation that it was an unconditional love. Instead, he was supposed to play his part- and for quite some time, he had.
Everyone had a breaking point, he supposed.
Geoffrey looked at himself in the mirror again, dissatisfied with the tie he'd chosen. Fortunately for him, he knew better than to start preparing at the last moment, so he still had plenty of time to get ready, he just wasn't sure how many ties he was going to go through before deciding (most likely) he wouldn't wear one at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and pulling his front curls back only for them to spring back into position. Did these look stupid? What even were they?
Eh, forget it, he decided finally, taking off probably the fifth tie he'd tried on. Or had it been six? No matter.
He'd decided on a collared shirt, rolled up to the elbows, and a silk vest that buttoned down the front that was red in front and black in the back. He wore saddle shoes and his beret askew and decided as he was leaving the new frat house that he did want a neckerchief after all, only this time the black one. He gave himself a once-over in the mirror again before Raphael cat-called him jokingly and he lightened up, trotting out of the house like he was just going for a stroll. Even Hans commented on his appearance as he snatched up the bouquet that he'd placed by the door a couple hours prior. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of being nervous. He didn't know why- he had been trying so hard to get her to go on a date with him, after all, so he should be rejoicing. When was the last time he had gone on a bad date, anyway? Wait, he realized with a start, when was the last time I went on any date? He thought about it hard, deciding it had definitely been a couple months at minimum, and while that wasn't much time for most people, that was like years to him. Was he rusty? Time would tell, he supposed.
In his trance, he hadn't realized that he'd already made it to Thanksgiving Town and was about to open the door to Penelope's Pies. He shook his head slightly, wondering where his head was as he put the bouquet behind his back and pushed the door, only to find it was already locked. He frowned at it, as if it was animate. Looking around, he found a town clock that told him it was, in fact, the right time for him to be there. It wasn't worrying him that she wasn't down, really- he knew she would be. He pulled the bouquet back out from behind his back and turned away from the door and its 'closed' sign. The town was awfully empty at this time. Everyone was probably at home or at evening church services, probably.
Geoffrey kicked at the sidewalk and the rocks that had skittered away from his foot had given him an idea. Picking up a couple small, smooth pebbles, he took several steps back, off the sidewalk and into the street, and began tossing rocks lightly (he was an expert at this particular exercise) at what he was pretty sure was her window. Worse came to worst it was John's or something and he could get Emma for him, right?
His father was never very easy to please. He was always after him to study and learn everything about his responsibilities, and, in all honesty, that was probably what drove Geoffrey to leave. Geoffrey never asked for any of that. While he understood why he was supposed to be the heir, (his mom had married into the noble blood and so it was the Father who passed it onto his son- had it been his mother that was noble, it would have been his older sister) all he wanted to hear was that he was still their son if he couldn't or didn't want to live up to their expectations of an heir. It wasn't that he didn't know they loved him, he knew they did, it was just that he wanted to hear validation that it was an unconditional love. Instead, he was supposed to play his part- and for quite some time, he had.
Everyone had a breaking point, he supposed.
Geoffrey looked at himself in the mirror again, dissatisfied with the tie he'd chosen. Fortunately for him, he knew better than to start preparing at the last moment, so he still had plenty of time to get ready, he just wasn't sure how many ties he was going to go through before deciding (most likely) he wouldn't wear one at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and pulling his front curls back only for them to spring back into position. Did these look stupid? What even were they?
Eh, forget it, he decided finally, taking off probably the fifth tie he'd tried on. Or had it been six? No matter.
He'd decided on a collared shirt, rolled up to the elbows, and a silk vest that buttoned down the front that was red in front and black in the back. He wore saddle shoes and his beret askew and decided as he was leaving the new frat house that he did want a neckerchief after all, only this time the black one. He gave himself a once-over in the mirror again before Raphael cat-called him jokingly and he lightened up, trotting out of the house like he was just going for a stroll. Even Hans commented on his appearance as he snatched up the bouquet that he'd placed by the door a couple hours prior. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of being nervous. He didn't know why- he had been trying so hard to get her to go on a date with him, after all, so he should be rejoicing. When was the last time he had gone on a bad date, anyway? Wait, he realized with a start, when was the last time I went on any date? He thought about it hard, deciding it had definitely been a couple months at minimum, and while that wasn't much time for most people, that was like years to him. Was he rusty? Time would tell, he supposed.
In his trance, he hadn't realized that he'd already made it to Thanksgiving Town and was about to open the door to Penelope's Pies. He shook his head slightly, wondering where his head was as he put the bouquet behind his back and pushed the door, only to find it was already locked. He frowned at it, as if it was animate. Looking around, he found a town clock that told him it was, in fact, the right time for him to be there. It wasn't worrying him that she wasn't down, really- he knew she would be. He pulled the bouquet back out from behind his back and turned away from the door and its 'closed' sign. The town was awfully empty at this time. Everyone was probably at home or at evening church services, probably.
Geoffrey kicked at the sidewalk and the rocks that had skittered away from his foot had given him an idea. Picking up a couple small, smooth pebbles, he took several steps back, off the sidewalk and into the street, and began tossing rocks lightly (he was an expert at this particular exercise) at what he was pretty sure was her window. Worse came to worst it was John's or something and he could get Emma for him, right?
