40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS | p. cam

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    Well, it was finally time. Icarus felt like he had a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. On the other hand, the spirit in control, the one pulling the strings remained calm and collected. The Guardian wore a pink bow-tie, an accessory he usually wore on special occasions, and of course his friendship bracelet. The very same one woven by the girl he asked on this date. His fur was neat and tidy, as it usually was. Now all he had to do was get to the place where Camerapaw suggested for the date. The salt lake. He had never been there before, but it shouldn't be too hard to find. If all else failed he could just turn into a dragon and look for the place in the sky. But how hard could it be to find a lake?


    Okay, maybe it was a bit harder than he thought. The territory was big after all. And he was a bit too stubborn to just look for it from above. But he did find it, thank goodness. He didn't want to end up being a no show because he was unable to find the place. Icarus sat down, shuffling his paws as he felt the soft sand touch his paw pads. With a small smile on his face he began to turn his head as he looked around for his date. Hopefully things would go well. 'Please please please don't screw this up for me!' Icarus mentally begged the ghost, who immediately chuckled in response. "Wouldn't dream of it, darling." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? The spirit was kind of charming, he had to admit.


    What could go wrong?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]( no problem <3 )


    Flee. Flee. Flee.


    This word repeated over and over in her head, a reminder of how she felt at the moment. Wild heartbeat? Check. The urge to kneel over and cry? Check. The wish to melt into the ground? Check, check, check.


    Her coat was freshly groomed - almost too groomed, mind you. Every strand was in place, held down in a few stubborn places with a little bit of water. A white flower clip was positioned on her left ear, and a nervous smile twisted at her lips as she slowly made her way over, the sound of her heart magnified in her hearing.


    Alas, there finally came a time when she arrived in front of him, and after a few moments of unexplained staring, her eyes widened. "H - Hi!" She'd manage to force out, blood already rushing up to her cheeks. He didn't look nervous at all. She envied that. And also worried about it. Was she supposed to be cooler, too? Attempting to straighten out her expression, she would hastily plop down, shoving her paws in front of her and tilting her head back to observe the tide. She couldn't help but feel awkward - it would be untruthful to say she had not been mulling over possibilities and had been a nervous wreck ever since Icarus had popped the question. She didn't know what to say, or do, and was somewhat speechless as she tried to focus on the ripples fanning out on the surface of the water instead of listening to her troublesome heart.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Ah, and there she was. The young feline waved his tail to greet the fellow Guardian as he came over, taking note of her appearance. Well groomed, and a cute little flower clip on one ear. "Bonjour, dear. You look quite lovely." Icarus said before pulling his gaze off of the femme and redirected it to the lake. It was rather beautiful here, and with the moonlight reflecting off of the surface of the water, one might even think that the view was breathtaking.


    "You picked a beautiful spot." He would comment as he watched as the reflection of the moon dance across the surface of the salt lake.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]You look quite lovely. She tried to breathe. She really did. But it was growing increasingly more difficult as she began to squint at the water, too shy to glance at his face. "You... you look good, too." She'd say in a soft tone, then all too hastily jammed in a few more words. "And the lake is nice, huh? I was thinking of other places, but I didn't know if they were good enough, so I just - I just - "


    She'd then promptly stop talking, afraid her word vomit would make things awkward.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]The spirit began to notice the femme's nervousness, as did Icarus. Unfortunately, the ghost had no clue how to help others when they had cold feet, so he would let the Guardian take the reigns. And by that he meant he forced Icarus to take over. 'Maybe you should take over, love.' He said to the boy before his spirit temporarily vanished. "What? N-no! Don't--" He trailed off as her words began to flow from his mouth, and the calm smile quickly transformed into a nervous one.


    "Uh, hey Cambles. You okay? You don't seem too hot. I mean, you seem hot but-- AGH, wait I mean you seem out of it and totally still pretty." He said, the words coming out of his mouth quicker by the moment. Why the heck did he get pulled into this? Didn't that ghost say he had everything under control? 'Real smooth, Icarus.' The tabby wanted to hiss under his breath, but refused to do so to avoid potentially making matters worse.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]At the sudden outburst, she'd give a little jump, the fur along the middle of her spine bristling in alarm as her head spun to the side so he could gaze at him. "What's wrong?" She'd squeak, hoping she didn't just say something offensive.


    As he continued, she'd just grow redder and redder, brow scrunching up. She paused for a moment after he finished. Thump. Thump. Thump.


    The ends of her lips would twitch.


    The beginning with just a faint snort, one that rocked her shoulders. Then it increased and increased until she was full-out laughing, her arms wrapping around her middle and her head ducking as amused sounds trailed from her torso, exiting from her mouth.


    "You're - you're so - " She'd say through her giggling, "you're a weirdo, Icarus."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Not long after the femme began to laugh, the boy began to do the very same. His usual hyena-like laughter could probably be heard from camp without the use of super senses. Did she mean weird in a good way or a bad way? Was there even a good kind of weird? Whatever she meant by 'weird', he didn't take it as a bad thing though. "Wouldn't wanna be normal!" To him, normal was boring. He liked quirkiness, people who were interesting. And kindness was a good thing too!


    "So ah, what is it that people usually do on dates?" Icarus asked through a nervous grin. He probably should have gotten some dating advice from his clanmates. Maybe Jonathan and Essie since they were dating now? Or Jax and Peachmoon? No, asking the parents of the girl you asked out on a date for dating advice didn't seem like the best idea.