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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 22, 2016 23:18:16 GMT -5
It had been a long while since Lyra had felt so content with her life. Mimsy kept the house looking respectable. Lyra's job at the magazine was going amazingly well. And she had been on several successful dates with Mason Marlowe . It was as if all of her problems with her family, her finances, and her love life had been a horrible nightmare that she had finally waken up from. Her first date with Mason set the bar, but he'd managed to continually sweep her off her feet time and time again. But Lyra wanted to do some of the sweeping as well, as so for their fourth date she insisted that he let her plan things. Mason had money, ridiculous amounts of money, and he had spared no expense when it came to Lyra. But he had expressed a sense of discontentment with his lot in life, so Lyra decided to share her world with him. She had Mimsy pack a nice lunch for them in a picnic basket while she dressed. They would be picnicking in the park today, so she wanted to wear something attractive yet comfortable. She decided on a light blue sundress with a white cardigan and flats. She picked this dress in particular because the flowing skirt gave a relaxed impression but the bodice was form fitting and accented all the right parts of her body. |
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 22, 2016 23:41:55 GMT -5
Mason didn't know what to expect from their date. He had never given up the reigns before, and while his mother had taught him that it was his duty to woo a woman, he was excited to see what Lyra had planned. He also had never been in the unique position of not knowing what to wear.
In the end he settled for designer jeans and a tailored sports jacket. Not that he would have difficulty gaining entry anywhere he wished to go no matter what he wore, but he wanted to appear suitable.
Once again he was eager to see her. It seemed as though things were going a little too well between them, he didn't mind though. For the first time with a woman, Mason was making plans for the future.
He arrived on time as usual, and knocked on the door.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 22, 2016 23:51:57 GMT -5
Lyra instructed Mimsy to finish with their picnic while Lyra answered the door. As always, Mason was beyond attractive and Lyra couldn't help but sigh happily as she opened the door. She leaned her head against the door as she greeted him with a smile. "Hi, you."
She heard the creepy neighbor's door down the hall and grabbed Mason's muscular arm dragging him inside her flat and shutting the door behind them. She laughed and explained, "that guy's a creep."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 0:23:38 GMT -5
Mason raised an eyebrow at her antics until she explained then crossed his arms over his chest, "Oh? I'd be happy to go over there and do something manly." he offered though he was well aware that Lyra could take care of herself.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 1:43:14 GMT -5
She felt a heat in her chest at his words. "Defending my honor? Oh Mason, you know just what a girl wants to hear. He's mostly harmless, but if he gets out of line I'll let you know." She laughed and moved toward the kitchen door. "Mimsy, are you done yet?"
The elf appeared immediately with a picnic basket as big as she was. "Yes, Mistress."
Lyra took the basket from Mimsy which was heavier than she had expected. "You couldn't make this lighter?" Lyra rolled her eyes and pulled her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." The picnic basket floated along in front of her, and she smiled at Mason. "Ready? I thought we'd take a walk."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 1:54:52 GMT -5
Mason was moments from lifting the heavy basket when Lyra used magic, "I'm more than confident in your ability to defend your own honor." he smiled and offered his arm.
"By the way," he said looking at her from head to toe and back, "You look lovely."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 2:04:29 GMT -5
She took his arm and blushed as he complimented her. "Thank you," she cooed, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She showed him the way to Hogsmeade Park from her flat. There had been some trouble in the park a little more than a month ago, but it had been relatively quiet since. Besides, she had Mason with her and felt more than safe by his side. "There's a gorgeous spot near the willow tree over there." She pointed to a weeping willow near the lake.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 2:08:27 GMT -5
Mason, brought her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning down to her ear to speak in a warm caressing tone, "Lead the way."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 2:30:16 GMT -5
They sat in the shade of the willow, Lyra having spread a large blanket on the ground for them to sit. She set the picnic basket on one side of the blanket and pulled a bottle of white wine from it and set it on the opposite side to keep the blanket from billowing in the breeze.
"My nanny used to bring me here to feed the ducks when I was little. But I never had the patience for it. I'd just throw the whole loaf of bread in the water."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 2:36:03 GMT -5
He laughed, having no difficulty in picturing such a thing. He sat enjoying her company as he had during all their dates.
"You once told me you couldn't cook, so tell me are we drinking for lunch then?" he asked completely fine with the idea.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 2:57:40 GMT -5
"If you'd prefer," she said with a grin. She sat on her knees in front of the basket. "But I also have all this food and since Mimsy made it, not me, I'd say it's probably safe for consumption." She smiled at him over her shoulder as began to unpack their lunch. She modeled every dish as she pulled it out, gesturing elegantly with her hands a la Vannah White; a charcuterie plate, walnut and cranberry salad, chicken skewers. Mimsy packed far too much for two people, but she was happy that her mistress had found a man who didn't make her cry and couldn't decide which dishes would be the best, so she packed them all.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 3:01:04 GMT -5
"I see." he said appreciatively of the spread before him. Mason could qualify as foodie, although you wouldn't know it by the look of him.
"It was wise of you to procure such an efficient house elf." he said complimenting her and having no idea of Mimsy's origins, or how the elf came to be Lyra's.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 3:32:26 GMT -5
Her smile faltered for a moment before she forced it to return. She spoke as naturally as possible as she responded, trying not to think on Julian. She'd been doing so well since her first date with Mason. Thoughts of Julian only crept up as she lie in bed at night.
"Yes, she's a wonderful help. I'd hate to think what I'd do without her." Lyra knew exactly what would happen without Mimsy to take care of her, but she truly didn't want to think on it again. She had made a decision to keep that period of her life a secret from Mason. She had told him that she wasn't close with her parents, which was true, but she was rather vague with the details as to why. She had been honest with him about Samantha giving her the job at the magazine, but in the retelling it had come from more of a desire to grow as a person, instead of the desire to not sell herself for food. Lyra's feelings for Mason were genuine, but she was afraid that if he knew she had so recently been poor he might think she was only after his money. In addition to not being that type of girl, Lyra also knew that many other women had attempted that with Mason and she refused to be lumped in with that sort.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 3:45:17 GMT -5
Mason didn't know about her circumstances with her parents, but even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered to him. He wanted Lyra for herself, not for what she brought to the marriage mart. Not to mention a salary for an executive editor at Enchanted wasn't anything to sneer at either.
On the other hand if he found out that she lied to him it would have bothered him greatly.
He smiled at her, "Well then, shall we?" he asked gesturing to the food.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 3:52:24 GMT -5
Lyra peeled back the lids from each of the containers and placed them on the blanket. She then passed a plate to Mason, and looking into the picnic basket she frowned. "I've forgotten the napkins," she said, disappointed with herself. She had been very clear with Mimsy that she wanted the very best picnic foods, wine, dishes, and utensils. But the house elf had been very literal and when Lyra forgot to mention the napkins, Mimsy hadn't thought of it.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 3:56:48 GMT -5
Mason eagerly began to pile his plate with the food she had brought. Then laughed when she said she forgot napkins, "I'd have been surprised if there was any room left in the basket for them." he said teasing her before pulling his wand from his pocket.
One of the benefits of being a wizard, forgotten supplies could be conjured, though the idea of nibbling on Lyra's fingers also held merit.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 4:13:49 GMT -5
"My hero," she said dramatically as the napkins appeared between them. Lyra served herself a small portion (to look dainty) and settled in next to Mason. The food was quite good, and the conversation even better. Lyra told him stories from her family's holidays abroad, and asked him questions about his travels. She refilled his wine glass and then asked, "where was the worst place you visited?" Everyone always asked where the best places were, but if Lyra was going to start travelling the globe, she'd want to know the places to not bother with.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 4:20:42 GMT -5
He thought about how to answer her question, "I'm not sure there was a worse place. The place itself wasn't bad, but I've had a few bad experiences. To be fair some of the most beautiful places I visited I had a wretched time, and some of the less scenic held the most charm. Places are like people in that regard."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 4:45:40 GMT -5
She reclined slightly on the blanket, propping herself up with her arms. She frowned slightly. "What made them so bad?" Lyra wanted to get deeper into Mason's mind. He seemed so real and honest with her at times, but sometimes when she asked him about himself he would make a cute remark that avoided giving her a real answer. They hadn't know each other long so she didn't press, but Lyra tended to be an open book if she liked someone and she hoped that Mason could feel the same toward her.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 4:55:22 GMT -5
Mason felt as though he had expressed himself pretty clearly where his feelings were at with her, but it was difficult for him to open up about certain things. Not that he had anything to hide, but he was a private person by nature.
"The company. My mood. The reasons I ended up where I had." he answered, "Take your pick."
He wasn't being vague on purpose, but when he talked about his travels, he rarely was questioned deeper than a superficial curiosity, it was different with Lyra. She wanted to know him.
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