The wide oak doors of St. Agnes' Cathedral burst open and emitted the first of a laughing couple. Her black shoes clacked against the church's stone steps. The hem of her black skirt swished around her bare knees as she hurried down to the street. She threw her head back, her heart shaped face aglow with a pleasant light. The gentle, balmy breeze teased what golden ringlets of hair had escaped their updo.
And Sera sighed happily.
"W-wow. It's so beautiful o-out here." She gathered the edges of the black wrap circling her shoulders and pulled them taught. Quiet chuckles, more like snickers, slowly reached her ears. She pursed her lips to keep her smile down.
"Scenery's definitely improved since the last time I was out here," Patrick said warmly. She felt the heat of his words wrap around her like a blanket. The hairs on her arms stood on end. She made sure to keep her red face upturned to the stars even when she felt the electricity of Patrick's presence suddenly on her left. The sleeve of his shirt tickled her arm, sending tingles zinging all up and down her nerves.
"Yanno, if you just tell me where you want to go, I could get us there in less than half the time." Patrick brushed the outside of his knuckles along a few curls at her temple.
Sera's eyelids fluttered. She struggled to control her own body. Each oncoming shudder felt like it was going to leave her a puddle of weak knees and goopy flesh. "I d-didn't think we w-wanted to rush. W-we haven't just w-walked alone together in a l-long time. Y-you don't m-mind--" She swallowed, chancing a look up. Patrick's eyes were still pinned to the stars overhead. The angles of his lean face could have been the inspiration of a statue.
After a moment, he turned to face her. The rest of her question died on her tongue. His flaxen hair dripped over his forehead but did nothing to conceal the otherworldy fire in his gaze. It smoldered like the last embers of a fire, never quite losing all its spark. She suddenly felt like the only woman in the world. Her toes curled up in her shiny shoes.
Rushing things didn't seem all that bad of an idea now.
Then--"P-Patrick, what's the m-matter?"
His entire body had frozen, his head whipping around to face northwest. He scowled ferociously into the dark, his mouth clamped shut so tight, she couldn't even see his lips.
"Wh-what happened?" She laid her hand against his arm and squeezed, not surprised to find it as hard as stone.
"Sera," he began. Her throat closed at the gravity of his voice. He sounded rueful, like he didn't want to keep explaining.
"Patrick, d-don't do this to--"
"Sera, go back inside." He touched his warm hand to hers and coaxed her fingers to release him. "Get a room ready with all the usual junk in it. As fast as you can."
Her eyes formed two perfect, grey green circles. She gaped after him as he started down the street. "Patrick, what the h-hell is going on?"
He angled a sideways smile over his shoulder, but she knew him well enough to recognize a grimace when she saw one.
"What do you think?"
He vanished and she wasted no time tearing back up the stairs into the church, the train of her black dress streaming after her like a shadow.
And Sera sighed happily.
"W-wow. It's so beautiful o-out here." She gathered the edges of the black wrap circling her shoulders and pulled them taught. Quiet chuckles, more like snickers, slowly reached her ears. She pursed her lips to keep her smile down.
"Scenery's definitely improved since the last time I was out here," Patrick said warmly. She felt the heat of his words wrap around her like a blanket. The hairs on her arms stood on end. She made sure to keep her red face upturned to the stars even when she felt the electricity of Patrick's presence suddenly on her left. The sleeve of his shirt tickled her arm, sending tingles zinging all up and down her nerves.
"Yanno, if you just tell me where you want to go, I could get us there in less than half the time." Patrick brushed the outside of his knuckles along a few curls at her temple.
Sera's eyelids fluttered. She struggled to control her own body. Each oncoming shudder felt like it was going to leave her a puddle of weak knees and goopy flesh. "I d-didn't think we w-wanted to rush. W-we haven't just w-walked alone together in a l-long time. Y-you don't m-mind--" She swallowed, chancing a look up. Patrick's eyes were still pinned to the stars overhead. The angles of his lean face could have been the inspiration of a statue.
After a moment, he turned to face her. The rest of her question died on her tongue. His flaxen hair dripped over his forehead but did nothing to conceal the otherworldy fire in his gaze. It smoldered like the last embers of a fire, never quite losing all its spark. She suddenly felt like the only woman in the world. Her toes curled up in her shiny shoes.
Rushing things didn't seem all that bad of an idea now.
Then--"P-Patrick, what's the m-matter?"
His entire body had frozen, his head whipping around to face northwest. He scowled ferociously into the dark, his mouth clamped shut so tight, she couldn't even see his lips.
"Wh-what happened?" She laid her hand against his arm and squeezed, not surprised to find it as hard as stone.
"Sera," he began. Her throat closed at the gravity of his voice. He sounded rueful, like he didn't want to keep explaining.
"Patrick, d-don't do this to--"
"Sera, go back inside." He touched his warm hand to hers and coaxed her fingers to release him. "Get a room ready with all the usual junk in it. As fast as you can."
Her eyes formed two perfect, grey green circles. She gaped after him as he started down the street. "Patrick, what the h-hell is going on?"
He angled a sideways smile over his shoulder, but she knew him well enough to recognize a grimace when she saw one.
"What do you think?"
He vanished and she wasted no time tearing back up the stairs into the church, the train of her black dress streaming after her like a shadow.