[If there was an expectation that Ramesses might do something abut over the top and grand, it was a fair one to hold. Although their relationship really had no clear marker for when their relationship began what it would eventually become, Ramesses is always one for ostentatious displays and if a festival is not the time, when would it ever be? And he was certainly tempted. With the change in the months, ideas of various gifts and gestures came to Ramesses' mind, and there were a few he was even set on after a while.]
[But in the end, he decided against most of what he thinks to do. He's long-since learned that the moments Chariot treasures the most are usually simpler than that. When they are able to be two people who simply love one another, comfortable enough in their love that nothing further needs to be said or done.]
[And so, he lets the evening be a simpler one. They stop off for food, wine, and flowers before going into the empty upstairs apartment above Purramid Cafe, which Ramesses decided to close for the festival to allow his employees all time off to enjoy themselves. The balcony, which he's outfitted with blankets and pillows for more comfortable seating in the absence of furniture, faces away from the street and provides a view of the distant harbor instead. As the sun continues its descent, taking with it the heat of the day, the shadows of the city grow and the glow of the candles wishing for safe voyages for the ships still docked begin to overtake its fading light. Soon, the first of the stars will begin to emerge above]
[Tying off its end, Ramesses admires his handiwork for a moment and brings the braid forward over her shoulder. He's been at it for a while now, weaving in the small, delicate flowers into her hair with practiced ease, and finishing it now seems to be good timing to him. He could have likely continued even in the dim light of dusk, but it is a bit easier to accomplish if he's able to see what he is doing.]
[Of course, if she had any intention of moving out from between his legs now that he's done, she is going to be sorely disappointed. Ramesses wraps both of his arms around her middle, drawing her in closer and encouraging her to lean back against him now that he's finished.]
All done. [He punctuates his declaration with a kiss to the cheek opposite her braid.] What do you think?
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[But in the end, he decided against most of what he thinks to do. He's long-since learned that the moments Chariot treasures the most are usually simpler than that. When they are able to be two people who simply love one another, comfortable enough in their love that nothing further needs to be said or done.]
[And so, he lets the evening be a simpler one. They stop off for food, wine, and flowers before going into the empty upstairs apartment above Purramid Cafe, which Ramesses decided to close for the festival to allow his employees all time off to enjoy themselves. The balcony, which he's outfitted with blankets and pillows for more comfortable seating in the absence of furniture, faces away from the street and provides a view of the distant harbor instead. As the sun continues its descent, taking with it the heat of the day, the shadows of the city grow and the glow of the candles wishing for safe voyages for the ships still docked begin to overtake its fading light. Soon, the first of the stars will begin to emerge above]
[Tying off its end, Ramesses admires his handiwork for a moment and brings the braid forward over her shoulder. He's been at it for a while now, weaving in the small, delicate flowers into her hair with practiced ease, and finishing it now seems to be good timing to him. He could have likely continued even in the dim light of dusk, but it is a bit easier to accomplish if he's able to see what he is doing.]
[Of course, if she had any intention of moving out from between his legs now that he's done, she is going to be sorely disappointed. Ramesses wraps both of his arms around her middle, drawing her in closer and encouraging her to lean back against him now that he's finished.]
All done. [He punctuates his declaration with a kiss to the cheek opposite her braid.] What do you think?