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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 3:07:01 GMT 1
The New York Skyline was all lit up like tiny candles outside the window.
Vincent Stark was just finishing up getting ready to go out when she noticed it, how beautiful this city was. She hadn't noticed just how gorgeous New York could be in a long time, but now being in love again, feeling so young and alive everything felt beautiful.
She must have annoyed her P.A. the way she had been listening to that light rock station and sighing happily at all the love songs that would come on.
The dark haired woman stopped to admire her curls one last time in the mirror, making sure they were perfect before she put on her diamond stud earrings checked her dress.
She was wearing the black one that clung to all her curves, the one with the back dropped out of it in an elegant drape- it was her favorite dress.
Octavius would be ready to go soon, they'd have a car take them to dinner at one of the best Mediterranean restaurants in New York City, there they would have wine and feast on olives and delicious lamb.
This was sure to be a great evening, not to mention a wonderful first date.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 4, 2012 3:23:02 GMT 1
Octavius Thorson was adorned in one of the suits of a man of Midgard, Vincent had insisted that he wear it to indulge her. It was of 'Armani' she had explained. Octavius was unaware whom he was but assumed he must have made the suit and been noted for his skill at it. It was a fine fit, he would say that. Something Octavius had found in New York was attire that suited him well. He was not of common stock to say the least.
Vincent had prepared an evening for them and promised it would be most enjoyable. He did not know precisely what she had in mind, with the attire she had insisted he wear it could be any number of things but it was his understanding that a 'date' generally enjoyed a meal. He would enjoy that. The Realm had great variety in his food.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 3:31:21 GMT 1
Slipping into her high heels Vincent made her way out into the hall and caught site of Octavius in the living room. "You look great." She said striding out towards him.
He did look amazingly nice in his tailored suit all trim and fit. "I see you didn't have any trouble getting the suit, I'm always worried they're not going to get their target in time."
Vincent couldn't help but smile, she was going out with one of the most eligible bachelors in the cosmos and they were in such puppy romantic love with one another.
He brought her flowers from hill tops in far away Norway, she sent him one of those smoke house meat and beer baskets. It couldn't be sweeter.
"I've gotten us reverations at a great Mediterranean bar, I hope you like greek and spanish food." She wondered if it was anything like the food he'd have had growing up in Themyscira. Vincent actually wondered what it would be like to travel to Themyscira or Asgard- she'd never been.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 4, 2012 3:42:57 GMT 1
"Thank you." he replied as he fixed up his tie, looking in the mirror to be sure it was perfectly center, once it was he turned back to face Vincent, he didn't say anything but the look on his face said it all. She looked marvelous. He wrapped his arms around her waist and took a moment to just enjoy the view of her eyes, it was such an unfortunate thing that she would likely never enjoy the minute detail in her own eyes the way his enhanced vision made hers out to be.
"So long as I am with you I would feast in Hel itself." and it was true, ideally the meal would end with one of them punching Hela in the face and fighting their way free of the foul Realm but no first date could be perfect. They would enjoy a more relaxed approach.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 3:49:23 GMT 1
"Octavius Thorson, I'm an old fashioned girl, I don't dine in Hel with a man until the third date." She laughed teasingly wrapping her own arms around his waist. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, careful not to imprint them with a mirror image of her dark red lipstick- well the tube said mulberry but it was far to red to be that.
Slipping her hands off of his hips she grabbed his hand and walked a little towards the door. "I arranged to have some one drive us. That way we could enjoy some wine while we're out."
Vicnent being the only one of the two of them with a drivers licensee was a cheap drunk and after two glasses would be unable to drive them back to the tower, not that walking to hotel and spending the evening wouldn't be a bad idea. But leaving one of her precious cars in a public lot over night! She wouldn't even dream of it.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 4, 2012 20:57:28 GMT 1
They were making their way out of the building, holding hands with Octavius looking terribly dapper and Vincent looked quite ravishing. "You have it all thought out." Octavius pointed out, which wasn't terribly surprising. Vincent was highly intelligent, he took after her father in that regard. The Stark's were an intelligent lot. They could plan out a strategy or they could plan out an evening with a romantic interest. He was keen to see how it would all unfold.
They made their way outside and found a car and driver already waiting, Octavius had met the man before. He was a nice sort. Octavius held the door open for Vincent and slid in after her, taking her hand again once they were inside and the car was moving.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 21:03:18 GMT 1
Vincent smiled playfully as he slid in the car after her. "I hope you like the restaurant." she said coyly, placing on hand on his knee as the other intwined her fingers with his.
She wondered how Octavius felt about being all dolled up to suit her life style. If their relationship was going to work they'd both have to give and take little on that route. She'd have to get used to sleeping under hot furs and he'd have to wear an armarni suit from time to time.
Not really anything to big of a leap- then again she hadn't really found out to much about Asgardian or Themysiran courting customs.
There could be some very strange things there. Who knew?
"So, how do dates normally work in Asgard, hmm?" she asked pursing her red lips and watching him intently.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 4, 2012 21:32:58 GMT 1
"We do not have dates in Asgard as you put it. Courting is a different affair." he informed, wondering how he could explain it precisely. "You must consider, I am the only person born in Asgard in hundreds of years, maybe thousands. Anyone pairings met each other a long time ago, those who have not found love are unlikely to do so. But they warm each others beds from time to time." In truth the romantic history of Asgard was a complex thing, as far as Octavius could tell just about every man and woman not married had been involved with each other at some point.
"And in Themyscira there is only woman, I am the only man. My father is welcome of course and the two Realms are true allies but the people are not quite joined."
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 21:39:03 GMT 1
Vincent mulled that over for a bit. "All women?" She had heard that but it had never quite set in the ramifications of it. "How do they... procreate?" She asked a bit confused.
Maybe she should pop by a book store tomorrow and pick up a history of Themyscira, possibly ten or twenty of them.
The Stark woman then had another question pop into mind, one she hadn't expected to be thinking about on a first date at all.
He'd had his pick of the litter in Themyscira, what was to stop him from getting tired of her a mortal woman and running back to the land of breast and thighs.
Which also reminded her that she wanted to take him to that chicken restaurant on Wallstreet some time.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 4, 2012 22:33:48 GMT 1
"They no longer do, but for my mother with my father." he started, leaning in a bit close to explain. "But there was a time when they would, by taking clay from Paradise Island and forming it into a babe. The they would take the soul of a woman killed by a man from a well that contained a so many of them. My grandmother, Hippolyta, bears the soul of the first woman ever killed by a man, while my mother Diana was formed from the last soul of that well."
It was almost as ridiculous as the cabbage patch babe, but in this case it was entirely true. It was a simple process, in a way. It had a certain elegance to it. As he let it sink in for her however Octavius noticed that they had arrived, or at least he assumed so as they pulled in. "Is this where you wish for us to feast this eve?" he was looking forward to it. Even from here he could smell a great deal of fine scents.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 4, 2012 23:10:32 GMT 1
The thought of it was a bit morbid to Vincent, especially considering how close she'd come to ending up in that well at the end of her marriage.
Then they stopped. "Oh yes, this is the place." Vincent said her face brightening just a tad. "I hope you like this place, one of our share holders brought me here a few weeks ago and I just couldn't wait to bring some one."
Little had she thought at that time she'd be bringing him. Then she was still grappling with everything that was happening in the world. Among them her own feelings.
Once they were out of the car and the drive was off to park Vincent took Octavius arm. Leaning in and placing her head on his shoulder for a moment just savoring the cool night air before they went in.
"I'm sure you're going to love the food." She said as they cleared the doors.
A young woman in a black skirt with vest and red tie greeted them, before looking down at a paper on her stand.
"Do you have reservations?" The girl asked, her voice cordial her face pleasant.
"Yes, reservations for two under Stark." Vincent replied.
"Oh yes, on the private terrace. Please follow me." The girl took two menus and led them up a flight of stairs out to a balcony set for two over looking a garden that just might have been picked up out of the ground in greece and set down in this little corner of New York.
Vincent smiled as the girl sat down their Menu's.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 5, 2012 2:16:39 GMT 1
Octavius stepped out of the car when it pulled up and let Vincent lead the way, her arm wrapped around his and his fingers entwining with hers. The place looked pleasant, if quaint but that was a Midgard thing. They did not enjoy large, cavernous halls where laughter and songs could bounce around in the ceiling.
Once inside they were greeted by a woman and escorted to a private little spot for just the two. There was something very personal about that and the Thorson thought that he would enjoy it. The two sat down and though it might be more intended that they sit opposite one another, Octavius promptly moved his seat so that he was right beside Vincent.
He looked upon his menu until finding something that look particularly good. "I shall five." he informed. "Dish five? I believe that is the goats cheese platter, to start yes?" replied the woman as she prepared to take it down. Octavius looked confused by her statement for a moment. "No no...page five." he informed before turning the menu and running his finger up and down to highlight the entire page.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 5, 2012 2:26:21 GMT 1
Vincent placed teh back of her hand to her lips trying her best not to laugh as Octavius ordered. "I'll have the same." She said amused "And a bottle of the Assyrtiko." Vincent handed her menu to the waitress who took down the order and walked away confused.
When she left Vincent felt a giggle escape her throat and she leaned closer to Octavius. "Did you even read all of page five?" She said squeezing his hand.
He was so cute in these sorts of situations, he had no idea about the basics of New York Elite Society and that was a real breath of fresh air.
Every date Vincent had on since her divorce had been some upstart banker, or trust fund baby all looking to get a bit of action from the daughter of Tony Stark.
She'd never forget the night the car broke down and the CEO of that big engine company couldn't figure out what was wrong. Vincent had gotten out in the rain and fixed the engine in less than ten minutes. Needless to say he dropped her off at home early.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Aug 5, 2012 3:06:10 GMT 1
"Of course I read it all." replied the Thorson. "Do not blame me that Midgard offers such tiny portions. I am a man of feasting, not abstinence." Oh back in Asgard he would feast proper! He would sit at a grand table of simple wood that would run the length of the great hall with warriors tested and true and they would have their fill of meat and bread and cheese and all the more they could ask for. They would drink mead and wine and put a boar over a roasting fire. They would tell stories and when enough had been told they'd tell the first ones again but this time their feats of heroism would have bested even greater odds.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Aug 5, 2012 3:14:45 GMT 1
Vincent smiled at him. "Okay, next date, we'll go to all you can eat buffet." she teased, not even sure where one was in New York.
"Or maybe you could pick a place, not a strip club mind you I'm not sitting through one of those with you again." Vincent reminded him of their first outings as friends two years prior, back when he'd first come to New York.
So much had happened since then, He'd lost his powers, she'd advanced in her own skills. Now they were together, and it made all the good times they'd had as friends so much sweeter.
"So, have you decided if your going to go back to Asgard any time soon? I'm sure Thor and Dianna want to have a bit feast in your honor, show you off to all your old friends."
Vincent wondered if she'd be invited. Were they even at that stage or relationship? Did they have stages in relationship? She was sincerely lost with out a map.
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