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Who: Itachi uchihaweasel, Elena wellsuited
When: Sunday night.
Where: The docks, to start.
Format: Paragraph
What: Blind date event! The string around her thumb leads Elena to Itachi's side.
Warnings: Can't foresee anything too bad.
At first, the string around her thumb was little more than a nuisance. Elena ignored it for the most part and went about the business of her day. But when the day was over, she remembered it again. And what she'd ignored during the day, she fixated on during the night. She caught herself thinking about it randomly on the second day. It got a little worse on the third. Until finally, Elena did the one thing she almost never did.
She surrendered.
It was a little strange, the way that the string knew where she was going when Elena herself didn't. It took her in a completely different direction than the one that she was used to going. She would've assumed that That Person, her person, would be waiting for her in Dismas. But instead she was headed towards the docks. The closer she got, the faster she moved towards it.
She was allowed to slow down once the wooden planks were under her feet. Someone was standing at the other end, looking out at the water and still in a way that Elena could only wonder about, but never experience for herself. There was something familiar about that form...really familiar. The identity hit her a second before the string allowed her to finally stop at his side.
"...Itachi?"
When: Sunday night.
Where: The docks, to start.
Format: Paragraph
What: Blind date event! The string around her thumb leads Elena to Itachi's side.
Warnings: Can't foresee anything too bad.
At first, the string around her thumb was little more than a nuisance. Elena ignored it for the most part and went about the business of her day. But when the day was over, she remembered it again. And what she'd ignored during the day, she fixated on during the night. She caught herself thinking about it randomly on the second day. It got a little worse on the third. Until finally, Elena did the one thing she almost never did.
She surrendered.
It was a little strange, the way that the string knew where she was going when Elena herself didn't. It took her in a completely different direction than the one that she was used to going. She would've assumed that That Person, her person, would be waiting for her in Dismas. But instead she was headed towards the docks. The closer she got, the faster she moved towards it.
She was allowed to slow down once the wooden planks were under her feet. Someone was standing at the other end, looking out at the water and still in a way that Elena could only wonder about, but never experience for herself. There was something familiar about that form...really familiar. The identity hit her a second before the string allowed her to finally stop at his side.
"...Itachi?"