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Post by WarFran on May 2, 2015 6:17:48 GMT -8
It was late, as usual. He wasn't sleeping yet, as usual. And he probably wouldn't be sleeping throughout the entire day...as usual.
That was simply how Fran worked--sleep was a waste of time, and he had many other better things to do with his precious time. After all, no one uses the kitchen at 3AM in the morning--what better time than this to make his anonymous treats for his fellow Apprentices to reward them for a job well done? Fran smiled to himself as he prepared the cupcake mix, cheerfully humming a tune from Celtic Woman's latest album as he worked.
Baking wasn't exactly his favourite past time (Reaping was, if that could actually be considered a "past time"), but there was something about making sweets that was...soothing in its own way. During the day, if he dared show his face in the kitchen, the kitchen staff would usually take it as bad news and do everything they could to divert or shoo him away. The wee hours of the morning were truly the only time he had this place to himself. It was...one of the rare times he was alone. And he was okay with this.
As he mixed the ingredients together, he made a mental note to make a batch that wasn't too sweet for Inkie. "Mufufu~~ She might kill me if I make it too sweet again~~~" he chimed cheerily in his usual sing-song voice.
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Post by CrimsonRose on May 2, 2015 16:32:23 GMT -8
This day had been long, so much reaping in one day. Most would break under that pressure, but Eli loved it. It was even better than reading those dramatics novels, this was being a front row spectator to the wonders of life. Fate was working in mysterious ways sometimes. Not unlike her English people, she enjoyed, too, the irony at the end of stories.
3 AM. Eli entered her room as silently as possible. For some miraculous reasons, everyone was sleeping soundly already. Finally, a rest from the ruckus those Quinns caused all the time. With hushed steps, she reached her bed and let herself fall onto the soft sheets. Memories of her day went through her head. Yes, this day would have been perfect if it was not for the old lady that refused to ascend. ''Yes madam, I am an ''Angel of Death'' as you call it, and your time as come.'' An angel of death...Elizabeth chuckled softly. How can you be 98 and be so stubborn in the face of death.
Liz rose from the comfort of her bed. With a glance around, she made sure that Owen, her poor birdie boy teammate, was still in the arms of Morpheus. Under the pale light of the moon peering through the window, she undressed as delicately as possible; if anything would happen to these dear clothes of her, she would be pained. As per usual she slipped into her nightwear, but this time she wasn't up for sleep yet. Eli desperately needed the warming sensation of a cup of Earl gray tea. With deft hands, she let let go of any ties and pins in her hair and left the room.
This late in the night, there wasn't much going around in the halls. A few apprentices on the duty at most, as death knows no sleep. Most of them were in a rush and looked tired, some were sleepless maniacs looking for lone moments. The door to the kitchen was finally there. For a moment, Eli swore there was a hint of baking in the air. In there. Maybe the cooks prepared pastries late in the night, who knew. She opened the door while stiffing a yawn, some tea really sounded good right now.
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Post by WarFran on May 2, 2015 19:38:58 GMT -8
Fran looked up from his mixing bowl as the doors of the kitchen swung gently open. He raised a brow at this surprise entrance--he hadn't expected anyone entering the kitchen at -he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall- 3.15AM. He wondered who it could be...
A bright splash of crimson came yawning into the room, as a sleepwear-clad Elizabeth strode into the room. She hadn't seem to spot him yet. Realising who it was, Fran resumed his usual mysterious smile, as well as his mixing. His eyes darted quickly down to her panda slippers. "Mufufu....cute." he mused to himself, as he looked up at her again.
"And what might my dear crimson rose be doing in a...place like this...? At a time like this? Mufufu~" He called out, in a melodious sing-song voice trademark of his. He flashed a bright smile over to his fellow Apprentice, as his hands continued to stir the mixing bowl.
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Post by CrimsonRose on May 2, 2015 23:14:03 GMT -8
As Elizabeth entered the kitchen, she only had one goal in mind : start the kettle and relax, leaning on the counter as the sweet sound of boiling water filled the air. The lights were already open, but she didn't mind one bit; anyone could have forgot (not like anyone had to pay electricity bills in death's realm). She spotted the kettle fairly quickly, as it was far from the first time she had tea urges in the middle of the night. As her hand touched the machine, she finally heard a faint... voice. Her imagination? She stopped for a second, disturbed. Eli never thought of looking around when entering the kitchen in the first place. "And what might my dear crimson rose be doing in a...place like this...? At a time like this? Mufufu~" Liz's hand clutched the kettle handle tightly, surprised. But deep down, she knew this voice, she met this man before. She turned around, kettle still in hand, to see Fran stirring a bowl of... batter? So this was the smell anyone could hum outside! "It's...it's you! That man in white I met the other day!" For a second, she worried more about her messy hair than anything. Eli ran her hand as quick as she could into her bangs, putting them backward in a disheveled but still sexy (or so she hoped) manner. Yes, this would help her regain composure, she couldn't let her facade show cracks because of a stupid tea rush. "Crimson..rose" Those words almost came as a whisper she hadn't intended. Could he knows her forum identity..? Surely, it was a simple associations of her general outfit themes. She closed her eyes for a long second. Resolved, back to her usual self, she whipped her hair gently as she turned around to fill the kettle with water. After being plugged and running, she walked in a decided and seductive manner to the counter where Fran was obviously deep in baking. She needed to feel in control. But sweets? This could be interesting. "Oh you know, Brits and their tea! Needs the fill at any hour of the day." She forced her accent even more, but in a low tone, just to relax the mood. She stopped as she reached the other side of the counter, just in front of Fran. She leaned against it, her hands resting blindly on the surface. As much of a seductress she was trying to look like, really she was just terribly interested in all this baking. Maybe with luck she could get away with a few bites. "And you? Interesting night hobby you got there. I never pictured you as the talented baker~" As she was saying this, she felt cold frosting on her hand. Red frosting? Curious indeed. Eli raised the side of her hand, licking slowly the sugary mixture while keeping a low eye contact. |
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Post by WarFran on May 3, 2015 0:50:41 GMT -8
The silver-haired man chuckled lightly to himself as he watched Elizabeth stumbling slightly at his "sudden" appearance. It was...really adorable really. He quite enjoyed this candid side of her, even though the confident, classy side of her was highly attractive as well. He simply smiled pleasantly at her slight fluster, watching her put back her bangs in a bold and confident style so trademark of this Crimson Rose. Really, if any Apprentice he knew at HQ had that username, it just had to be Eli. Fran didn't need to be smart to guess that, just observant, from Eli's dressing and clear love for red and roses. And Fran was both smart and observant. So this came as a natural conclusion to him. He nodded gently as he began to portion the mix into the cups laid on the baking tray that he had prepared. It was smelling lovely and sweet right now!
"Yes, it is me, my rose~~~" he chimed cheerfully, not looking up from the baking tray as he focused his attention on properly apportioning the mix into the cups he had prepared. "Tis I, the great Fran~" Eli herself seemed to be busying herself around the kitchen, and she soon revealed herself to be wanting to prepare tea for herself. "A lovely time for tea, it is. At 3 in the morn, no less. You Brits really do love your tea, mufufu~" He chuckled, his eyes still fixed on the baking tray on the table in front of him. It was only when Eli had come over to lean her voluptuous frame against the counter he was working on that he looked back up at her, clearly interested.
He watched as she got frosting on the side of her lips, and slowly and sensually licked every last drop off. Man, this woman would be the bane of many men's existence if she were to still be alive, Fran thought amusedly to himself, enjoying what he saw. "I've...many talents that not many people know of. Mufufu~ baking is but just one of them..." His voice lowered and grew huskier with those last few words, as he leaned in dangerously close to Eli. He could smell the rich frosting he has just prepared on Eli's plump lips, as he reached a slender hand towards those same lips...
...and gently wiped off some frosting from the corner of her lips. "You had some left over here, dear Rose~~ unless....that was intentional...?" He flashed Eli a bright smile that hid all intentions from his features, and deftly licked the frosting he had wiped off from Eli on his slender fingers with a single lick. He studied her curiously for awhile with his deep crimson eyes, before turning back to his mixing bowl to scoop the last remnants of the mix into the cup cakes.
"Since you're here, Rose, would you like to lend me your assistance~? Frosting all these would be done in a jiffy if I had your help~~" He smiled kindly at her as he proceeded to heat up the oven. "One of them is for you, after all. Mufufu~" he added mysteriously, chuckling lightly to himself as he said it.
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