- Messages
- 160
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight as a Bendy Straw
- Wand
- Curly Eight Inch slightly springy Rosewood with a unicorn hair core
- Age
- 9/26/2030 (29)
Damien had finally gotten it arranged. Dinner at the Eiffel Tower and a cruise down the Seine. It was a popular tourist package, but he didn't mind. It was sure to sweep Danielle off her feet. He sat at his table, early, waiting for Danielle to arrive. But as the candle burned down and people began to leave the restaurant for the cruise, Damien knew he had no hopes of seeing the woman tonight. He held back tears, paying his bill before slipping out into the night.
He tried again the next night, with something a little different. He was a little disappointed with the night before- but he had planned a three-night proposal to really sweep Danielle off her feet. The Eiffel tower had been the first night. Tonight, Fiola at Dopolavoro Venezia in Venice, Italy. It was a beautiful restaurant, with amazing food and a beautiful view. What was more romantic than a night in Venice after a night in Paris? He sighed as he took his seat- alone. Danielle had promised to be here. But... she wasn't. Again. He ordered something light in hopes of easing his spirit, but it didn't help.
The third night was his last hope. He held out a small hope that this would be it- that she would meet him at L'Artusi in New York. But again... no Danielle. Damien wandered the streets of New York for a while, alone. The night grew darker. Eventually, the man had found himself in Central Park. Sighing, he fell onto a nearby bench and hung his head. That was it. The perfect proposal, just... gone. He had put so much effort into it, tried so hard to make everything absolutely breathtaking. And he'd had to watch as it all fell apart without her.
Damien ran his hands through his hair, locking them behind his neck as he sat there in the dark, alone. Bent over in his seat, he held back the tears. This was not how it was supposed to go. Where was she?
He tried again the next night, with something a little different. He was a little disappointed with the night before- but he had planned a three-night proposal to really sweep Danielle off her feet. The Eiffel tower had been the first night. Tonight, Fiola at Dopolavoro Venezia in Venice, Italy. It was a beautiful restaurant, with amazing food and a beautiful view. What was more romantic than a night in Venice after a night in Paris? He sighed as he took his seat- alone. Danielle had promised to be here. But... she wasn't. Again. He ordered something light in hopes of easing his spirit, but it didn't help.
The third night was his last hope. He held out a small hope that this would be it- that she would meet him at L'Artusi in New York. But again... no Danielle. Damien wandered the streets of New York for a while, alone. The night grew darker. Eventually, the man had found himself in Central Park. Sighing, he fell onto a nearby bench and hung his head. That was it. The perfect proposal, just... gone. He had put so much effort into it, tried so hard to make everything absolutely breathtaking. And he'd had to watch as it all fell apart without her.
Damien ran his hands through his hair, locking them behind his neck as he sat there in the dark, alone. Bent over in his seat, he held back the tears. This was not how it was supposed to go. Where was she?