A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

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 #35828  by Christopher Lindsay
 
Location: Lindsay Manor, York • Date: 14 February
Time of Day: Evening • Weather: Cold and Cloudy


Chris smiled as he set his paper grocery bag down on the kitchen counter in his flat. He liked to call his small nook of the world "Lindsay Manor" for kicks and giggles. It sounded glamorous, but it was really just a one bedroom in a decent apartment building that was paid for on a teacher's salary. Luckily, Chris's parents had offered to furnish a lot of the place, his mother insisting that he couldn't live without a sofa or a kitchen table. It was sweet, really, and he made sure to thank them any chance he got.

But tonight was about thanking someone else. Tonight was about doing something special for his someone special. And what better way to show his feelings than by cooking his significant other dinner? Chris had decided on homemade pasta with homemade sauce. He'd bought a bottle of sparkling moscato wine to go with it and carefully put it in the fridge to chill.

While he hadn't made pasta from scratch before, he was sure it couldn't be that hard. He had a recipe and he was following it to the T. He'd set the table out like it was a fancy restaurant, laid flowers across the chair he had reserved for his boyfriend, and even put out candles to light before they ate. He felt on top of the world, stirring his sauce and boiling the water as he checked his watch. Kyle would be there any minute.
 #35829  by Kyle Bowden
 
Kyle had purposely rearranged his timetable to be able to leave work early and meet with Chris. He had a feeling a lot of other employees wanted to get off to spend time with their girlfriends and significant others, but after all the overtime he did at Christmas? Not a chance. After all, he was the second in command for a reason, and if wanted an afternoon off, he should be able to do so without scrutiny. He also had his suspicions that Ivan was doing the same to spend time with Zara, maybe Caleb and Robin would try to sneak off together, perhaps Nikolai would decide tonight was the night he would see Nikita again.

It didn't matter. Kyle was here for Chris and Chris alone, and the idea of spending the entire evening with the person he loved had hi smiling all day. Even as the newest trainee accountant flubbed some numbers on one of the equipment orders, Kyle simply rolled his eyes slightly and had Sen fix it with ease. It was nice to have a lighter feeling to his step, even with impending dangers toward the Ivers...and even with the lingering feeling that he was technically owned by Nathan and his messed up ideologies.

Enough thoughts on work!

Stepping up to the apartment, Kyle turned the key, taking a breath and assuming the role, once more, that he was simply another muggle. It wasn't too hard to pretend since his father was also a muggle, but it was perhaps weighing heavier than he wanted to admin, especially since Ivan pointed it out to him that he'd never introduced Chris to his work friends. Stepping in, he called out.

"Honey, I'm home!" He grinned after, closing the door and following the scent of food to the kitchen. "Whatever you have, it smells delicious." He cooed, peering from behind the door frame.

"Oh, wow! Are you cooking from scratch!?"
 #35830  by Christopher Lindsay
 
Chris had been expecting Kyle to use his key, and he was positive he was quicker than lightning and could manage to run over to the chair and grab the flowers when he heard the other, but he wasn't quick enough or Kyle was too fast, and he missed his opportunity to be standing there with flowers. Oh well. He dashed over to the flowers and picked them up, turning around in a whirl.

With a smile, he held the little bouquet of carnations and little daisies (he thought thats what they were) out to his boyfriend. "Yes I am, and you have no choice but to enjoy it. Even if it's awful," he said, handing over the flowers and pulling the other over for a sweet kiss.

"How was your day at work, sweetheart?" He hoped that it wasn't a bad day. While he didn't know much about Kyle's job, he knew that he was in security. He assumed that was pretty secret stuff; after all, he wouldn't want to be the reason that someone's safety was compromised. Pulling back, he squeezed Kyle's hand and went back to the stove to stir the sauce.
 #35880  by Kyle Bowden
 
Kyle grinned at the other man, kissing him back easily as the bouquet of flowers was pressed into his palm. They really were pretty. It was strange; Kyle wasn't usually the type to give or receive flowers. Perhaps just to his mum on mother's day. And there was also that time he picked some lilac daffodils and gave them to Benjamin Beshemin in fourth year - as a friend, he'd told himself. Simply giving them because they looked nice and he thought Ben would appreciate them...which he did...

Perhaps now wasn't the time to be thinking of a childhood romance. Right now, his attention was on Chris. Leaning down, Kyle sniffed the flowers, peering over the petals as Chris tended to the meal. How did he get so lucky? In a lot of ways, he was glad Chris was a muggle; it meant when he came home from work, it truly was a break from the havoc - he could be someone else, someone normal and regular without worry of dark wizards and witches.

"Good, actually. Not too much trouble today. It was more just grueling paperwork, but sometimes that's for the best." Kyle turned to a cabinet, opening it up and pulling out a vase. He looked at it fondly for a moment, remembering the time Chris had clumsily knocked it over and been upset since he'd liked it so much. In the dead of night, Kyle had magicked it back to perfection, and presented it to his boyfriend under the guise of 'I'm just really good with super glue'.

Filling it with water, Kyle placed in the flowers.

"How was your day? What topic did you end up deciding to cover first with the year sevens?"
 #36175  by Christopher Lindsay
 
Chris thoroughly enjoyed the look on Kyle's face and the way he leaned down so carefully to take in the scent of the pretty little bouquet. It made him feel good to do little things. Little nice things. He wasn't a huge fan of the over-the-top things that some people did for the significant others; to him, that was just material and people didn't need things, they needed love. And that was what he gave to Kyle.

"Ugh, paperwork. It's the bane of my existence," he joked. He spent literal days grading pages and pages of essays with questionable understanding. But that was all part of the teaching gig. He didn't mind it, really. Not with all the holidays and summers off.

He glanced over and smiled at the vase that his boyfriend had expertly fixed. It really baffled his mind that he couldn't find any cracks at all. Kyle really was a wonder with super glue. "Ancient Egypt. I came up with this ridiculous idea. We are going to have a mock-dig. I'll tape off areas and they will work in groups and then at the end, they get to submit- and they will love this- an entire newspaper, filled with all of the things they learned, presented via a journalistic view. Complete with pictures," he said, excitedly and sarcastically at the same time. He knew those kids were going to both hate him and love him for the project.
 #36259  by Kyle Bowden
 
Kyle grinned at Chris.

"Y'know, I think I would have loved you as a teacher; I always enjoyed English so writing the article part of it would have been amazing. I really should get back to reading more." He pondered, leaning back on the counter. "I once wanted to be a linguistic teacher when I was younger. I'd planned it all out with the courses I would take, getting experience working in a book shop, writing essays...I even nearly published a piece in a collaborative book of poetry from my area. But I guess things got distracted and veered elsewhere."

He thought back, somewhat fondly, but somewhat solemnly. All those lost opportunities to do what he had dreamed of, and it was all because of Dice. All because he was young, stupid, and afraid of being lonely in his life - Dice had been the first person after Hogwarts not to judge him for what he was. And because of that, Dice had taken advantage of him, manipulated him, and driven him directly down a path of criminal activity. Kyle was surprised he had never been caught for his accidental smuggling - he wasn't exactly very savvy back then.

"So," he began, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Chris. "Is there dessert too or did you maybe have something else in mind?"