dancing in a downpour {pafp}

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    muse a and muse b happen to be neighbors and one night muse a cooks a perfect meal that took them like 4 hours and they arranged the table all nice and stuff and there’s wine for the occasion. but they end up getting stood up by their boyfriend and meanwhile muse b is out of toilet paper or something so they knock on muse a’s door and notice they’re upset and they notice untouched food on the table so muse ainvites them inside and muse b sits at the table and just starts digging in and they start talking and have conversation, grow a connection. basically it becomes a regular occasion and muse b always comes over with a bottle of wine and muse a cooks and this relationship of some sort blossoms. drama and complications can be added easily, obviously, with muse a's boyfriend, etc, issues with your character


    in this plot i will be muse a, a female ~ yay and you will be muse b, a guy. please be active & semi adv! if you can't do either of those things, don't claim the plot! all you have to do is post a face claim and we can get started. (i prefer dark haired dudes as faceclaims btw)


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    my character
    my character

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    [align=center]i'll go for it. posting later.


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    //idk where to start, so improving here.


    //Elijah fingered the worn hem of his shirt, pondering his parents' arrival. The Köhlers were coming tomorrow and his small home was a disappointing mess. Clean it tonight? Well, he could always wake up early and get it done. But the whole house in just a few hours? Better to get it done tonight. But that means he wouldn't be able to watch his show, and he can't record it because his visiting cousin broke the DVR. But if he woke up early and failed to clean the house, he would have to hear his mother nagging for the next three days. Even if the house is cleaned, she'll still find something wrong. Something that he probably would've noticed if he wasn't so tired from waking up early.
    That settled it.
    He was going to clean the house that night.
    Elijah rose from his couch with an effort - the ancient cushions were so sunken in that even a gymnast would find trouble - and slumped into his kitchen, flipping on the light. Rubbing his adjusting eyes, he bent down to open the sink cabinets, looking for the cleaning supplies. After a few moments, the blurry mess of his surroundings melted together as his eyes adjusted to the light. That's when his heart seemed to fall to the floor. The cleaning supplies were gone. Why were they missing? Right. He had forgotten. He used them all the last time his parents visited, and he hadn't majorly cleaned since.
    Just when his worried thoughts began to flash back and forth once more, he came to a conclusion. It's not like he lived in the isolated parts of the Sahara Desert. He lived in the suburbs. Neighbors! He was certain one of his neighbors had cleaning supplies.
    Having decided, Elijah slipped on a jacket and some tennis shoes, opening his front door and closing it behind him. He exhaled, his breath visibly billowing out into the crisp night air. The young man glanced to his right, noticing that their house lights were off. He figured they were either gone or asleep, so he wouldn't try that one. So, he looked to his left. Bingo. Lights on, game on. Elijah jogged down his porch steps and out onto the concrete side walk, coming up on his neighbor's house. He inhaled deeply as he gave the home a once-over, noticing how warm and friendly it looked. Elijah pulled himself from his thoughts, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets and approaching the front of the house.
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    [Oh dang sorry I could have started! But what you've got is perfect!]


    Evie was beyond excited at the moment. Her boyfriend of a year or so had been away the past two months for his job, trying to train employees at a new location. He was back, he'd come home yesterday and that was the last she'd heard from him, that he would be there tomorrow for dinner. It was actually their anniversary, so Evie did her best to make everything as special as she could. They'd gotten really close really fast, and the young woman was actually expecting a proposal tonight. She'd cooked his favorite meal, and dessert, and even got out candles to celebrate, a special, expensive wine. Everything was already set out on the table.
    He was supposed to be there around an hour and a half ago. Evie had sent multiple texts, called a few times, but he wasn't picking up. She was trying to be hopeful, but her heart was breaking. This wasn't the only time he'd stood her up before. Work always came first in their relationship. Evie had even worn her favorite, knee length blue dress that fanned out a bit at the waist, and was shortsleeve. Her ginger hair was in waves down her back, and she was drinking wine, wandering through the house, glancing out the window every once in a while. Eventually she saw a figure approaching, and relief washed over her. Evie placed the glass of wine on the table and hurried over, opening up the door. However, it was not her boyfriend, but she recognized him as her neighbor. Evie visibly sighed, shoulders dropping as she stayed in the doorway. "Hello," she greeted politely. "Not going to the wrong house are you?" she slid in a small joke, looking over the male in front of her.

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    Elijah walked up the steps, the wood creaking underneath each footstep. He stood at the doorway for a few moments to collect his thoughts, before raising a hand and gently tapping on the door with his knuckles. The young man waited a few moments, about to turn and try the next house. He jumped a little as the door swung open. Elijah snapped to attention, standing up straight. He subconsciously sized up the young woman standing before him. Her eloquent facial features were adorned with long, visibly soft, ginger hair. Oddly enough, she was dressed nicely. Oh. Damn it! Had he interrupted something?


    Score one for first impressions, blockhead.


    "Hi." The young man responded confidently, however he bashfully scratched his neck, his elbow over his head. "Quite the opposite! You're just the person I wanted to see." Elijah slapped on a wide grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
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    Evie's green eyes trailed to her driveway, where no cars sat. So he still wasnt here and most likely wasn't coming. A text or call would have been nice though, so she wasn't disappointed and hurt like this. She frowned, mind completely wandering from her neighbor standing in front of her, until he walked up the porch, coming closer. Then Evie turned her attention to him, studying the young man. She'd only ever spoken to him maybe once or twice, and she didn't even remember his name. Did he ever say his name? Probably not. He was around her age though, by the looks of it, and handsome.


    Evie took a small step back from the door, still holding onto it, keeping it slightly ajar. She tilted her head in confusion though as he said he was looking for her. "Oh," she murmured. "Glad someone wants to see me," she said with a said laugh. "I thought you were my boyfriend, showing up fashionably late," she stepped back again and opened the door a bit wider, that way he could come in. "Here, it's kinda cold, come inside. What can I help you with?" she asked, and once he was inside her home, shut the door softly. Evie couldn't help but worry if her boyfriend did show up then, and she had Elijah here in her home. Then again, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. Her boyfriend was in the wrong. Evie crossed her arms and waited for him to explain what he needed.

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    [align=center]Elijah watched carefully as she gazed at a point directly over his shoulder, as if she was looking for someone. He furrowed his brow as she spoke about this boyfriend of hers.
    "Oh... Well, sorry to disappoint you," The young man chuckled, trying to lighten the air. "Er-oh, uh.. Thank you!" He responded cheerfully, stepping through her doorway and into her delicious-smelling home. Elijah looked around, trying to hide his curiosity. That's when he noticed the huge spread she had laid out. Then the way she was dressed, her words, all of it started to piece together and form a picture in his mind. A slightly frustrated look fell across his face, putting a damper on his usually chipper persona. "I don't know anything about relationships, so I wouldn't recommend taking me seriously when I say a guy like that isn't worth it." Elijah murmured, pulling his attention back to the young woman. "Anyway," He began, grinning once more, but it was slightly forced. "I'm Elijah." A hand shot out from his jacket pocket, outstretched in a gesture of greeting. (just going to assume your character does the same for posting's sake. if she does something different, I can always go back and edit)
    "Oh, uhm... Well," Elijah resorted back to his habit of scratching his neck. "My parents are coming to visit tomorrow and... well, long-story-short, I'm fresh out of cleaning supplies." It was only after the words came out of his mouth that he realized he said "fresh out," when, in fact, he ran out a while ago.


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    Evie laughed again and shook her head. "Oh believe me, you're not the one who's disappointed me," she said with a sigh. She nodded when he thanked her for letting him inside, and kept quiet as he took in the scene in her home. His expression shifted, from realization to frustration as he understood what was going on. Evie shifted uncomfortably, embarrassingly, and she cursed her boyfriend for not being here. Things would be much less awkward. Evie looked up from the ground and at him as he said that her boyfriend wasn't worth it. She looked at the table and frowned, tucking hair behind her ear. "He just got back from stuff with his job, he's been gone a while...I'm sure he'a exhausted and that's why," she tried to defend him, but her shoulders slumped again. "Its our one year anniversary," Evie frowned, before shaking her head and pushing her angry thoughts away.


    "Elijah," she repeated his name, slowly, and reached out to shake his hand as well. His hand was warm, and soft, and much bigger in hers. Evie gave him a small smile, "Evangeline," she replied, and then dropped her hand back to her side. He was a little awkward, trying to explain things, being all nervous. In a way it was adorable, and Evie couldn't help but find herself smiling slightly as he asked for cleaning supplies, explaining his situation. "I see," she said with a nod. "Alright. Follow me. What do you think you'll need? Dusting spray? Bathroom cleaner? Windex? If you have vinegar you can use that to mop your floors," she began heading down a hallway that went to her laundry room. That was where she kept all her cleaning stuff, on a shelf above the washer and dryer.

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    Elijah widened his warm grin as his hand closed around hers. He was barely aware of how much larger his was, but it was over in a few moments. His hand retreated to his side, and he left the other to return to the back of his neck.
    "Evangeline, hmm?" Elijah sounded, adding jokingly, "Guess I'm not the only one with a 'different' name."
    The young man chuckled, matching her pace with a few steady strides.
    "Well," He began, speaking softly, "Probably everything you've got in that realm..." He trailed off, standing in the doorway of what seemed to be her laundry room. Elijah snapped to attention, realizing what he was asking for. "And I'll bring it all back in, uh, perfect condition, of course."


    //getting ready for the day. apologies for the short post. (swear I'm not one of those people who say that repeatedly\\
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    [haha its fine]


    Evie nodded as she repeated her name, and joked that he wasn't the only one with a unique name. "Guess not. I go by Evie more often though," she added. Evangeline was what her mother or father called her, or her grandparents. She didn't mind being called either name though, she was just so used to Evie now. "I like unique names though," she glanced at him over her shoulder as she started picking out a bunch of things he'd probably need to use to clean. She found a box and started putting the sprays and cleaning stuff, even adding some rags and a sponge for him in case he didn't have those. "How come your parents are coming over? Special occasion or they're just visiting?" she asked and then lifted the box to give to him, walking to Elijah at the door. "And it's fine, you can bring them back empty for all I care. I can just buy new stuff," she shrugged in response.
    Evie gave him a small smile. He was probably going to go home now and clean his house, while she sat here and ate alone, forever waiting for her boyfriend to show up. An idea popped into her head though, and she glanced up at her neighbor. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "There's no way my guest is showing up and I have all this food...you're welcome to have some before you go," she offered, feeling slightly embarrassed that she was even asking him in the first place. It was better than being alone, though, right?

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    Elijah took all of the supplies into his fairly muscular arms, flashing her a grateful smile. He glanced down at her, for he was slightly taller than him. "Visiting. I don't see them often since they live in Kiel." The young man droned, but then he realized Evie probably had no idea where or what Kiel was. "It's, uh, it's a place in northern Germany." He added, adjusting his grip on the cleaning supplies. Elijah's dark blue eyes darted to the spread she had prepared. When she spoke, his eyes widened. Had she read his mind? Not that he would ever believe in his mother's superstitions about gingers, but...
    "Hmm?" He was abruptly pulled from his thoughts, clearing his throat and speaking in a deep tone. "Er--well, sure! I mean, as long as it isn't any inconvenience to you." Elijah noticed the expressions on her face change, just like sunlight bending and changing color on rippling water. He felt his own facial expression soften as her feelings registered in his mind. Embarrassment. Frustration. Anger. Despair. Heartbreak.
    "Hey," The young man consoled, "Who needs a lame boyfriend when you have a scatterbrained neighbor like me?" He set the supplies down on a side table, taking the opportunity of his free hand to pull it through his dark brown hair. Elijah's other hand twitched, but remained at his side. He was about to rest it on her shoulder as a sign of comfort (he grew up in a very loud, no personal space-bubbles, invasive family), but he thought better and restrained himself.
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    Evie raised an eyebrow in curiousity. "Oh wow. Are they from Germany then?" she asked. That would make him part German as well she supposed. "That's cool though. My parents don't live too far. They're divorced though, so I can't have them here at the same time without some argument happening," she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "My brother and I get so annoyed with them," she huffed and thenput her hands behind her back, moving out of the laundry room and down the hall, and that's where she had asked him to stay for dinner. She was relieved when he said yes, that he would hang around as long as it wasn't too much trouble.
    "No. It's better than sadly packing all the leftovers away. Plus I did a pretty darn good job, I need someone to appreciate my cooking skills. I made chicken parm, with pasta and salad. Even garlic bread!" she added. "Go ahead and sit down, the wine bottle is open just help yourself. I have the food still in the oven keeping warm," she called as she slipped into the kitchen which was next to the dining room. A few moments later she came out with a glass serving container thing and set it down on the pot holders in the middle of the table. Evie picked up her phone off the table, sighing as she still had no new calls or messages. She slid into a chair and started serving herself with the utensils. She commented on his earlier joke. "You're not scatterbrained," she said with a small smile. "But you're definitely better company than the lame boyfriend at the moment," she motioned for him to take as much food as he wanted. "How should I punish him. Make him buy me a thousand roses and write his apology in poetry, or... ignore him for a few weeks?" she asked. Breaking up was out of the question for her...because she was too blind, too infatuated to see his faults.

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    "Yep. Good ol' Germany." Elijah chuckled dryly, adding, "Er-- oh. I'm sorry about your parents. That must be, well.. difficult." Boy, did he have a way with words. The young man thought about his inability to speak eloquently as he followed her into the dining area. However, all his bitterness was won over by his sudden hunger. His mouth literally watered at the thought of homemade chicken parmesan. "Well, if you made it, I'm sure it's great." Elijah chirped, settling down across from this hospitable young woman. He waited for a few moments before taking a serving spoon into his deft hands, piling food items onto his (noticeably expensive) glass plate.


    She's even sporting expensive dinnerware...


    Elijah dismissed his thoughts, unaware of the sour look they were staining him with. He picking up his utensil, skewering a piece of the crusted chicken and delivering it to his eager mouth. The young man paused from chewing, staring blankly at his well-stocked plate.
    "Wowmmf.." He spoke, somewhat muffled before chewing and swallowing. "The guy's missing out," Elijah chuckled, adding comfortingly, "and not just on the meal."
    He looked up at her next words, freezing in mid-chew. ("mid-chew??" wtf kaze)
    "Punishment?" Elijah swallowed carefully, his brow furrowing. He knew near to nothing about relationships, so it wasn't really his place to voice his opinion. Then again, he always spoke before he thought.
    "You mean, punishment that doesn't involve giving him the punishment that he deser--" He broke himself off mid-sentence, slapping his mouth shut. He then chuckled forcibly, trying to dismiss the ignorant advice he had just delivered. "Who am I kidding, I'm not Dr. Phil," Elijah plastered on a grin, "Disregard that. You should do what you see fit for the circumstances."
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    "It's not so bad. Only rarely do we ever have them together. Holidays are always separate. I have two thanksgivings, two Christmas's. Double the presents, double the good food," she said with a small grin. "I love them both, I just wish they acted like adults around each other, instead of children," she explained, trying not to have him pity her too much, or have him hear her complain about her life. And she really didn't complain so much, she had a pretty good life! Anyways, Evie felt a little bashful as he said if she made it he was sure it was great. "The one food I can never seem to make right are brownies. I burn them every time," she said before continuing to eat her meal, slowly. It really was good.


    Elijah's reaction made her laugh though. He made a noise, a content sounding one. His words caught her off guard however, and she glanced down at her plate quickly, hoping her cheeks were not growing slightly pink. Was he flirting with her? "Thanks" she replied and reached over to pick up her wine glass and drink some of it. Her eye brows did raise again as he cut himself off. The punishment her boyfriend deserved? It was weird that Elijah was so angry about this. "Hes..he's not a bad guy. He's just very forgetful and busy with his job," Evie explained. I wish I was the priority, and not his job she wanted to add but, no need to continue to damper their little time here. "I will try and think of something. Most likely the silent treatment until he comes begging for me at my feet," she smirked at the thought, but was sure that would never happen. He'd probably just forger about her altogether. "So what do you do for a living?" she changed the subject, wanting to know more about this myserious, and handsome neighbor of hers. She took more food in the meantime, waiting for replies.

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    Elijah watched as the young woman ducked her head bashfully at his compliment, his brow knitting slightly. What did she do that for? Realizing he was being a little crude, he slowed his eating and took a moment to sip his wine he just poured. A few years ago he had became used to the mostly bitter taste. He recalled back to the time when he eagerly tried his parents' "adult drink." It was undoubtedly disgusting. And to think he would be enjoying it now.
    "Sure," Elijah murmured, holding his wine glass carefully, absently swishing the contents around with a swirling motion of his hand.
    The young man glanced up from his drink, his eyes almost child-like. Her words mulled over in his mind, shifting through until they were processed.
    "I understand," He said, biting back any other comments he was itching to share. "Well, I hope it works out for you both in the end."
    He spoke very maturely, even though he noticed he wasn't the only one that wanted to say more. Just when it was about to get very awkward, Evangeline changed the subject. He tried to mask his relieved sigh as she lightened the conversation with a friendly inquiry.
    "Well, I used to work at a desk job in Boston," He began, "Yeah, I know. Imagine that. But ever since I moved here, I've been working as a trainer at that 24-hour fitness place on 7th. Not a big pay at all, but I like it just fine."
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    Evie silently cut into her food admidst the silence. She wasn't bothered by the silence because at the moment her mind was swimming with what ifs? What if he was in an accident and that's why he wasn't replying. But she would have been contacted by now if something happened right? Right? His parents loved her, of course they'd update her if anything happened. But also what if he was with some other woman? What if it wasn't work he was running off to all the time but his wife, his family? Evie was beginning to panic with all these what if's and she put her fork and knife down slowly, hands shaking. She suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore.
    Thankfully, she was tugged from these thoughts as Elijah spoke, and answered her question. She forgot about her boyfriend and listened as Elijah said he had a desk job. "Like paperwork and phone calls and stuff?" she asked with a small laugh. "I can't imagine that, I can't see you like that at all," she shook her head. However when he explained that he was now a trainer at the gym in town, she raised an eyebrow. "How funny, I was thinking about going and getting a membership over there. I haven't exercised in a while and I'm beginning to lose my muscle," she rambled a bit too much there. "I am a vet assistant at the local pet hospital," she informed. "I might go back to school though to become a full vet, I haven't really decided yet," she shrugged. Evie was only holding back because she thought she was going to be living with her boyfriend soon, and he moved often, so she wanted to wait for him to settle down with her before finding somewhere to continue school.

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    [align=center]Sorry, family managed to drag me along on a RV trip. Limited Wi-Fi, etc, I'll try to post tomorrow.


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    Elijah listened with genuine interest as she passionately spoke about her present-day life. He chuckled as she joked about her deteriorating physique, and commented that he might give her an under-the-table discount. He also threw in a few, 'oh, really?'s and, 'wow, that's great's.
    "Assistant veterinarian, huh?" The young man repeated playfully. "That's over my head."
    He raised an arm and pulled his hand through dark brown locks, not seeming to noticed how they messily bunched together on his head. They were always like that. And did he ever notice or at the very least care? Nope. "Full time vet?" Elijah echoed her once more, a touch of awe lacing his tone. "That's great!" He exclaimed, only to sort of shut down when she explained how she was unsure.
    "Eh?" He made a incredulous noise, continuing, "'Haven't decided?' If I had half the brains you clearly do, I'd be using them at every opportunity." As Elijah finished his explosive mini-rant, he began to divulge deeper into the meaning behind her words. What could possibly be holding her back? Not wanting to do the work in general? No, she seemed like a diligent young woman. Expenses? Perhaps, but she had parents who loved her enough to pay. Not to mention, it seemed like she was holding her own nicely. Or could it be the subject of the night? The guest who couldn't make it, and hadn't even bothered to notify the host. Her boyfriend himself.
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