*we shall assume that Valentine and Osric did something terribly romantic and exciting for Valentine's Day/Valentine's birthday/the anniversary of the day they met, and hey, look, it's the anniversary of their first date! (sort of. the anniversary of the middle of their first date? anyway, a year ago, they were shopping for hats, and that is ( Read more... )

*with his 30th birthday looming ever nearer, Valentine has begun to fret. he may be found sitting in front of a mirror, examining his face and hair for any sign of age*

*continuing on from here - the courtiers arrive in Valentine and Osric's room, and Valentine opens the wardrobe* And now, good Curio, what would'st thou wear? Thy suit must suit thee well to win thy suit.

*it's suppertime, yeah, it's suppertime, oh, it's sup-sup-suppertime the very best time of day! ...sorry. anyway, it's almost time for dinner, and Valentine is waiting for Curio to arrive. he is also helping around the kitchen, by which we mean "standing around admiring Osric and doing what he's told." he has already made the table pretty. oh yes, ( Read more... )

*we are now going to pretend that it's New Year's Eve! Valentine is dressed in shiny white Elizabethan finery (including hat, of course). he looks innocent. too innocent.* Love?

*it's just a typical afternoon in the DF gardens, and Valentine is picking flowers for a certain Dane. he is certainly not expecting to run into a different Dane, but...*

Even after almost two weeks as a woman, Valentine finds it difficult to sleep. He was up all night, baking, and he eventually fell asleep at the kitchen table while waiting for a pan of brownies to cool.

As he sleeps, the effects of the peach finally wear off, but he won't notice that until he wakes up.

*by most standards, the doublet would be considered barely soiled, but to Valentine, a stain the size of a pinhead is still a stain, and the doublet must be replaced. so off he goes to the DF mall! and if his new doublet doesn't match any of his old shoes and he has to buy a new pair, well, let it be!*

My good lord Duke? Might I, unworthy courtier that I am, request an audience with you?

*so, a Talk! Valentine and Osric are in Valentine's bedroom. pay no attention to the empty hot fudge jar behind the curtain*