Sand is sand no matter where you are...

[tooghoulforschool]

Who: Anna Milton and Fun Ghoul
What: Call it what you want, but don't call it a date. (It's a date)
Where: The beach
When: Day 77 - Afternoon
Warning: Ghoul might punch someone in the face if anyone says anything about this.


"Hey, no, just keep 'em closed, alright? No sneak-peeking." It's okay, Anna, he's got you. Gently, and carefully, leading her down to the beach by both hands. He's being extra careful because he's walking backwards, watching her face. Making sure she open her eyes. It's important! Gotta be a surprise.

Thinking he'd lost her, after losing so many others, it hurt more than he thought it would. More than it even should have. It happened. He got attached. Anna just means so damn much and he doesn't have much left.

So he leads her down. Over the sand, closer to the water, but not too close... right to the perfect spot. He smiles wide, positioning her just so, and moves to stand behind her with his hands on her shoulders. "Okay. Open up."

There's a blanket on the sand, folded up and nice and clean. A slightly-rusted umbrella, that looks like it came from an outdoor patio set, sits at an angle, shoved into the sand. There's a small basket in the center of the blanket with a few cans, a serrated knife, and some forks. There's even napkins. Napkins, Anna! He brought fucking napkins! And sitting in a bucket of ice is a bottle of red wine that he had to trade for. Worth it. She's worth more than this, but this is all he has to give her. It's still not good enough.

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[afallenstar]

Anna has been on exactly four dates in her life, all squeezed between the years of starting college and - well, and finding out that she was actually an angel, but details details. The point is, she's well-learned in just about every subject on Earth. She's been around since the beginning of time and she's watched humanity for two thousand years. Anna can tell you exactly how they built the pyramids, but a date?

Honestly? She's nervous.

She follows along after him carefully, and it's not the lack of sight that really throws her off. It's just a level of perception after all, and she has plenty of that. She knows where she's going, but she's glad for the hands in hers all the same. She's woefully unprepared for this, but he's got her hands and she trusts him, so preparation will have to come on the spot.

It's not hard to figure out roughly where they are. Even without the benefit of sight there's still clear signs, but just as he asks she keeps her eyes firmly closed until he gives the all clear for her to look. At least he's behind her, so when she sees the little set up he's crafted for them he doesn't actually see the momentary dumb smile that tugs at her lips. Worlds away from home, ripped away from where they should be and in near constant danger, with absolute minimal resources and Ghoul still manages to trump almost any romantic encounter she ever had as a human.

"This is..." She turns her head, just enough to look over her shoulder and smile at him. "You did it for us?"

She's impressed, Ghoul. She's really impressed. It might be a rusted umbrella and a bunch of cans, sitting on an empty beach in god knows where, but he did it for her, and that hasn't happened to her in a long time. She's very impressed.