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aldersprigFor inventrix's prompt
Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ
Ruan-Era (Great-Depression-Era US)
"You know," Johias said casually one Sunday, not even looking up from the strange machine-or-book-or-something (they weren't certain yet) he was studying, "there is nothing stopping us from going to dinner together."
"Propriety?" Ruan offered playfully. She was underneath the carriage of a steam-powered car that he'd brought home to her; it had some sort of curse on the engine mechanism, and a ghost in the glovebox.
"We spend large portions of every week together, Ruan. I do not think that anyone will assume anything they are not already assuming."
She thought about that for a moment. "And does that bother you?"
"I should think it would bother you more."
"I, being strange, odd, eccentric, and already an old maid, am beyond being bothered," she lied grandly. "Besides, my family cannot be worried; they have already decided I'll be the next Aunt."
"I don't understand how that works," he complained mildly. She thought, at least, that it was a mild complaint. He sounded faintly tinny; he probably had his head in the main chamber of the contraption.
"No-one does," she assures him. "Not even us, not really." Which wasn't the complete truth, but close to it. "It's obviously not inherited directly."
"Obviously." They'd discussed that, sideways. Never directly. That was too... uncomfortable for both of them right now. "But, nevertheless, some level of aether permeates your entire family. Which," he said, with a dogged amusement, "shouldn't keep you from going out to dinner."
"No." She couldn't help but smile, although she doubted he could tell. "No, it does not. Is that, sir, a formal invitation?"
"I could, if you would like, have it engraved," he offered. "I have a lovely engraving tool somewhere in my office."
Now, her smile was stretching her face. "That won't be necessary. Dinner would be nice... dinner would be wonderful."
inventrix's promptAunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ
Ruan-Era (Great-Depression-Era US)
"You know," Johias said casually one Sunday, not even looking up from the strange machine-or-book-or-something (they weren't certain yet) he was studying, "there is nothing stopping us from going to dinner together."
"Propriety?" Ruan offered playfully. She was underneath the carriage of a steam-powered car that he'd brought home to her; it had some sort of curse on the engine mechanism, and a ghost in the glovebox.
"We spend large portions of every week together, Ruan. I do not think that anyone will assume anything they are not already assuming."
She thought about that for a moment. "And does that bother you?"
"I should think it would bother you more."
"I, being strange, odd, eccentric, and already an old maid, am beyond being bothered," she lied grandly. "Besides, my family cannot be worried; they have already decided I'll be the next Aunt."
"I don't understand how that works," he complained mildly. She thought, at least, that it was a mild complaint. He sounded faintly tinny; he probably had his head in the main chamber of the contraption.
"No-one does," she assures him. "Not even us, not really." Which wasn't the complete truth, but close to it. "It's obviously not inherited directly."
"Obviously." They'd discussed that, sideways. Never directly. That was too... uncomfortable for both of them right now. "But, nevertheless, some level of aether permeates your entire family. Which," he said, with a dogged amusement, "shouldn't keep you from going out to dinner."
"No." She couldn't help but smile, although she doubted he could tell. "No, it does not. Is that, sir, a formal invitation?"
"I could, if you would like, have it engraved," he offered. "I have a lovely engraving tool somewhere in my office."
Now, her smile was stretching her face. "That won't be necessary. Dinner would be nice... dinner would be wonderful."
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Date: 2012-02-05 11:37 pm (UTC)I wouldn't take him up on the engraving, either. Who knows what kind of compulsion that would put on the invitation!
Typo: "she assures him"
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