Ambrose's fingers brushing her temple were cool and felt good. Ysabel closed her eyes and reflected that she was rather glad he hadn't objected to her forwardness. Normally she wouldn't be quite so... physical. Flirting with words was one thing, but the physical contact was an entirely different game. She was enjoying herself though, and she had told the truth when she said she wanted to watch the rest of the game.
It was a surprise to her when he placed a baseball cap on her head. She almost, almost shook it off until she realized the point of it and melted a little bit. He'd bought it to shade her eyes from the light. It was touching. Somewhere around that point was when the little light in her head lit up and flashed "this one's a keeper."
Down on the field the Nachton Bandits were putting up a wonderful, if futile, fight... but in spite of her desire to watch the game to its conclusion, Ysabel was suddenly thinking more about her date... and was a little surprised at herself, at the same time. She would analyze her own feelings later, though.
"I guess we all have our funny traditions," she said. "Maybe I should learn this one."
She pulled her hair through the back of the baseball cap and settled it onto her head properly. She allowed herself a small scowl... Dayle was going to have a bit to say when she saw the stubborn, unchangable Amy in a baseball cap. She should take it off before going into the condo, but if Ambrose walked her in she knew she wouldn't. It was a gift and she would keep it on until he left.
Ysabel sniffed to herself and ignored the little voice that told her gifts were only as important as the giver.
Take Me Out To The Ball Game (attn: Ysabel)
No luck with the opera; Ambrose was sure he could have gotten tickets but if there was no production, it didn't do you any good to get tickets. Not wanting to walk around too much he'd improvised and was hoping for the best.
Glad he'd walked her home earlier in the week Ambrose was able to locate the condo, with only minor difficulty. Feeling slightly nervous, not much but enough, he parked his truck and walked to the door. He'd brought with him a spray of mini roses, a lovely coral color with some jasmine mixed in. It seemed like a good choice traditional but a little exotic; fitting considering Ysabel's seeming interest in the gardens.
Not one to stall once he'd made up his mind he knocked on the door.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ambrose
18 years ago
The contrast was pleasing, the baseball hat and dated evening gown. It should have seemed disjointed or even odd but he found it appealing and even appropriate.
"Then what traditions are you going to teach me?"
For Ambrose it was a foregone conclusion that he'd take her out again, it wasn't that he was in a hurry to be rid of her now, far from it still a guy need something to look forward to. And since he had yet to even properly kiss her he was going to cling to that bit of optimism.
The game ended, the Bandits lost, although they only went down by one run. Better luck next time he thought.
"Not much of a triumph for your first baseball game."
He smiled down at her tempted to knock the hat off her head and be as agressive as he felt, it was her headache that held Ambrose back.
"Well Belle, shall we wait for the crowd to clear out before we make our way out?"
"Then what traditions are you going to teach me?"
For Ambrose it was a foregone conclusion that he'd take her out again, it wasn't that he was in a hurry to be rid of her now, far from it still a guy need something to look forward to. And since he had yet to even properly kiss her he was going to cling to that bit of optimism.
The game ended, the Bandits lost, although they only went down by one run. Better luck next time he thought.
"Not much of a triumph for your first baseball game."
He smiled down at her tempted to knock the hat off her head and be as agressive as he felt, it was her headache that held Ambrose back.
"Well Belle, shall we wait for the crowd to clear out before we make our way out?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel laughed softly at Ambrose's gentle teasing. Tilting her head back where it was still resting against his shoulder so she could see beyond the end of the baseball cap's visor, she gave him a merry smile.
"Perhaps I shall teach you the old and rich tradition of riding sidesaddle."
With that she proceeded to watch the poor Bandits lose their game, giving Ambrose a little shrug when he commented on it. "That just gives me a reason to come see another one and hope for better luck."
There was something in his smile she recognized, something far more feral and heated than the light flirtatious smile of one date to another and for a moment she was bound up in it, but then Ambrose saddled her with a nickname she'd never actually had used on her before. As with the hat she nearly objected, but good manners stepped in and kept her from it. Besides... how could one complain when one's date had just nicknamed them 'beautiful?'
Ysabel just nodded instead, reluctant to head home. She was having a fine time, and in spite of her headache she would probably have been willing to stay out all night, in such company.
"Perhaps I shall teach you the old and rich tradition of riding sidesaddle."
With that she proceeded to watch the poor Bandits lose their game, giving Ambrose a little shrug when he commented on it. "That just gives me a reason to come see another one and hope for better luck."
There was something in his smile she recognized, something far more feral and heated than the light flirtatious smile of one date to another and for a moment she was bound up in it, but then Ambrose saddled her with a nickname she'd never actually had used on her before. As with the hat she nearly objected, but good manners stepped in and kept her from it. Besides... how could one complain when one's date had just nicknamed them 'beautiful?'
Ysabel just nodded instead, reluctant to head home. She was having a fine time, and in spite of her headache she would probably have been willing to stay out all night, in such company.
Ambrose
18 years ago
It wasn't in Ambrose's nature to offer nicknames, he'd never done it before and never let anyone nickname him either. But looking at her it felt right, Ysabel, was a beautiful name but Belle cut right to the chase.
She hadn't taken her head from his shoulder and he had no complaints about that. With any luck the stadium would clear out very slowly and then of course they'd have to wait for traffic too.
"I don't think I'm ready of side saddle just yet and I don't think it would work out for me."
His hand had moved from her waist to her shoulder his thumb absently rested on the base of her neck, just where it met the shoulder. This was going to take some thought, courting a human and he wasn't quite sure what the first step should be.
"I'd suggest a drink but I don't want to keep you out with a headache."
Being delicate creatures, Ambrose supposed he'd have to be careful with her.
She hadn't taken her head from his shoulder and he had no complaints about that. With any luck the stadium would clear out very slowly and then of course they'd have to wait for traffic too.
"I don't think I'm ready of side saddle just yet and I don't think it would work out for me."
His hand had moved from her waist to her shoulder his thumb absently rested on the base of her neck, just where it met the shoulder. This was going to take some thought, courting a human and he wasn't quite sure what the first step should be.
"I'd suggest a drink but I don't want to keep you out with a headache."
Being delicate creatures, Ambrose supposed he'd have to be careful with her.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel smiled into Ambrose's shoulder. She very much wanted to accept and go out for a drink with him. And then go out for some dancing. And then just stay out. And maybe bring him home. And...
Well, prudence usually won out with Ysabel and in truth she tried not to be impulsive. So she gave a wistful little sigh and shook her head slightly.
"I would love to, really. But I ought to get home and see about ridding myself of this headache. I hope you won't think less of me for it. I do want to take you riding with me."
Ambrose's hand was resting ever so lightly on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was gentle, almost delicate. She wanted to tell him she would hardly break, but couldn't bring herself to reprove him at all; not when she was enjoying it.
It was odd to her, to feel this way. Not because he was human, but because she'd spent so many years measuring any match for its gain to the Yolgrave family. And suddenly, that was no longer her responsibilty. Ysabel was free to persue her own desires in this regard... and she was determined to do it, but not until she'd at least slept on it.
For now she rested against Ambrose, wishing she were on his left so she could hear the comforting beat of his heart. She'd enjoyed that in the past.
Well, prudence usually won out with Ysabel and in truth she tried not to be impulsive. So she gave a wistful little sigh and shook her head slightly.
"I would love to, really. But I ought to get home and see about ridding myself of this headache. I hope you won't think less of me for it. I do want to take you riding with me."
Ambrose's hand was resting ever so lightly on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was gentle, almost delicate. She wanted to tell him she would hardly break, but couldn't bring herself to reprove him at all; not when she was enjoying it.
It was odd to her, to feel this way. Not because he was human, but because she'd spent so many years measuring any match for its gain to the Yolgrave family. And suddenly, that was no longer her responsibilty. Ysabel was free to persue her own desires in this regard... and she was determined to do it, but not until she'd at least slept on it.
For now she rested against Ambrose, wishing she were on his left so she could hear the comforting beat of his heart. She'd enjoyed that in the past.
Ambrose
18 years ago
He didn't even realize he was doing it but his thumb was making small circles on the delicate skin of her neck.
Both disappointed and approving, as contradictory as that might be, of her declining the invitation Ambrose took solace in the invitation to go riding. With his other hand Ambrose picked up hers, almost offering reassurance.
"I doubt I'd think less of you for something small like that. Besides I'm looking forward to going riding with you.
Mostly, that was mostly true. He tried not to think about his disability, but more and more often that was coming to the forefront of his thoughts. Maybe she should have let the fever have him, but then again probably not. Despite his personal difficulties Ambrose much preferred this life to what ever death might be.
An usher was approaching them, the stadium was nearly empty, and apparently this man meant to ask them to leave. Ambrose made eye contact with the man and quite conversationally said,
"You don't need to worry about us. We'll be leaving soon."
It sounded conversational but he'd said it firmly, with command and the usher nodded and left them alone.
"I've been thrown out of better places than this and for better reasons."
He really didn't want to leave, not now, not when he seemed to be making progress.
Both disappointed and approving, as contradictory as that might be, of her declining the invitation Ambrose took solace in the invitation to go riding. With his other hand Ambrose picked up hers, almost offering reassurance.
"I doubt I'd think less of you for something small like that. Besides I'm looking forward to going riding with you.
Mostly, that was mostly true. He tried not to think about his disability, but more and more often that was coming to the forefront of his thoughts. Maybe she should have let the fever have him, but then again probably not. Despite his personal difficulties Ambrose much preferred this life to what ever death might be.
An usher was approaching them, the stadium was nearly empty, and apparently this man meant to ask them to leave. Ambrose made eye contact with the man and quite conversationally said,
"You don't need to worry about us. We'll be leaving soon."
It sounded conversational but he'd said it firmly, with command and the usher nodded and left them alone.
"I've been thrown out of better places than this and for better reasons."
He really didn't want to leave, not now, not when he seemed to be making progress.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel felt a happy shiver course down her spine at Ambrose's mini-massage. It was still a bit of a surprise to her that she didn't mind his touch. It wasn't that she had any aversion to contact, but she normally was a bit more reserved in where and how fast she placed her affections. She definitely needed to sleep on this. Unfortunately, after he dropped her off she would be up the rest of the night, dewlling on him rather than sleeping as he would be doing.
"I'm glad you'll come riding with me. It will be a bit before the horses get here and then a bit more until they're settled in." She paused for a moment, looked down at her hand in his, and then asked, "Would you like to get together again between now and then?"
Ysabel found herself reluctant to not see Ambrose at all for the next few weeks, which was about how long it might take till the horses were accustomed to their new home and ready to be ridden. He had been fun to spend time with, and particularly attentive and patient when answering her questions about baseball.
"I don't even know your work schedule," she pointed out, "or I'd make a suggestion. Therefore, I'll leave it up to you."
It was said with a bit of a smile. He apparently wanted his job to remain a mystery to her, and that was just fine. She would either figure it out on her own or he would let her know when he was good and ready.
When Ambrose politely dismissed the usher she sat up and watched as the man walked away, and then gave a little shrug. Resting her head back down on her shoulder, she looked at the action on the field now as the crew began to clean up the baseball diamond.
"What better reason is there to be thrown out of a place?" she asked. Personally, she thought being thrown out for snuggling too long was a fine reason.
Were they snuggling? Was she snuggling on a first date? The idea of it almost made her scoot away and reclaim her hand, but Ambrose's fingers brushed over her neck again and she sighed.
That was far too good a feeling to get all proper about. If they were snuggling, then so be it, and she would deal with the onus of being a first-date snuggler, after all.
"I'm glad you'll come riding with me. It will be a bit before the horses get here and then a bit more until they're settled in." She paused for a moment, looked down at her hand in his, and then asked, "Would you like to get together again between now and then?"
Ysabel found herself reluctant to not see Ambrose at all for the next few weeks, which was about how long it might take till the horses were accustomed to their new home and ready to be ridden. He had been fun to spend time with, and particularly attentive and patient when answering her questions about baseball.
"I don't even know your work schedule," she pointed out, "or I'd make a suggestion. Therefore, I'll leave it up to you."
It was said with a bit of a smile. He apparently wanted his job to remain a mystery to her, and that was just fine. She would either figure it out on her own or he would let her know when he was good and ready.
When Ambrose politely dismissed the usher she sat up and watched as the man walked away, and then gave a little shrug. Resting her head back down on her shoulder, she looked at the action on the field now as the crew began to clean up the baseball diamond.
"What better reason is there to be thrown out of a place?" she asked. Personally, she thought being thrown out for snuggling too long was a fine reason.
Were they snuggling? Was she snuggling on a first date? The idea of it almost made her scoot away and reclaim her hand, but Ambrose's fingers brushed over her neck again and she sighed.
That was far too good a feeling to get all proper about. If they were snuggling, then so be it, and she would deal with the onus of being a first-date snuggler, after all.
Ambrose
18 years ago
He hadn't meant to be mysterious about his work. The first time they met, he hadn't wanted to tip his cards, not with the yahoo around; the subject just hadn't come back up.
"I'm between gigs right now. The studio hasn't needed me lately so I'm free for the most part and my time is yours."
Time, she was right it would take time to get the horses comfortable and he was extremely happy she'd made a suggestion of getting together again. He'd have to think on the where and when but the getting together was a definite as far as he was concerned.
Her question made him laugh. Some how Ambrose didn't see admitting to picking a fight that turned into an all out brawl earning him any points.
"Maybe not better, how about less socially acceptable reasons?"
For a second he thought she might pull away and so was relived when she didn't, relaxing more. They were going to attract more attention than he could manage here in a second as more people moved through the stands and started cleaning up the abandoned cups, discarded peanut shells and other post ball game rubbish.
"I'm between gigs right now. The studio hasn't needed me lately so I'm free for the most part and my time is yours."
Time, she was right it would take time to get the horses comfortable and he was extremely happy she'd made a suggestion of getting together again. He'd have to think on the where and when but the getting together was a definite as far as he was concerned.
Her question made him laugh. Some how Ambrose didn't see admitting to picking a fight that turned into an all out brawl earning him any points.
"Maybe not better, how about less socially acceptable reasons?"
For a second he thought she might pull away and so was relived when she didn't, relaxing more. They were going to attract more attention than he could manage here in a second as more people moved through the stands and started cleaning up the abandoned cups, discarded peanut shells and other post ball game rubbish.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel raised her brows when he told her about being between gigs. She knew Ambrose couldn't see the expression, fairly certain the visor of her hat was in the way, but she was immediately interested.
"You're a musician?" He'd said 'gigs,' which didn't really imply that he was a classical performer. So, what genre? She was tempted to venture a guess, but Ysabel wasn't too confident in that area. She didn't want to insult him by picking the wrong one.
"Do you play or sing? Or both?"
She didn't mention her own playing; she loved it but many times in her life she'd been told that she lacked passion and feeling in her music. There were a few times when she'd be caught up in a piece and know what it felt like to play with everything she had, but for the most part Ysabel was aware that she was technically very skilled. Artistically, however, she had always come up short.
Ambrose's qualifier of his previous statement made her laugh a little. "Pick fights some, do we?" That was pure speculation on her part, but from what she remembered from back in Vesper, what had first seemed like shyness had quickly turned into something more competitive. She could see it getting him into trouble.
Ysabel couldn't really approve of picking fights, but it certainly wasn't her place to either approve or disapprove. And at any rate Ambrose was a perfect gentleman and a fun date for her. Her gentle teasing held none of the reproof she might have allowed into her tone if he were a complete stranger and she didn't know anything about him at all.
As the jantorial staff made their way through the crowds, she couldn't help but wonder how soon it might be before they got far more adamant in their insistence that they clear out of the stadium.
"You're a musician?" He'd said 'gigs,' which didn't really imply that he was a classical performer. So, what genre? She was tempted to venture a guess, but Ysabel wasn't too confident in that area. She didn't want to insult him by picking the wrong one.
"Do you play or sing? Or both?"
She didn't mention her own playing; she loved it but many times in her life she'd been told that she lacked passion and feeling in her music. There were a few times when she'd be caught up in a piece and know what it felt like to play with everything she had, but for the most part Ysabel was aware that she was technically very skilled. Artistically, however, she had always come up short.
Ambrose's qualifier of his previous statement made her laugh a little. "Pick fights some, do we?" That was pure speculation on her part, but from what she remembered from back in Vesper, what had first seemed like shyness had quickly turned into something more competitive. She could see it getting him into trouble.
Ysabel couldn't really approve of picking fights, but it certainly wasn't her place to either approve or disapprove. And at any rate Ambrose was a perfect gentleman and a fun date for her. Her gentle teasing held none of the reproof she might have allowed into her tone if he were a complete stranger and she didn't know anything about him at all.
As the jantorial staff made their way through the crowds, she couldn't help but wonder how soon it might be before they got far more adamant in their insistence that they clear out of the stadium.
Ambrose
18 years ago
"Tried singing once, nearly got me shot. So I just play, guitar drums and harmonica. Not that there is much call for harmonica solos these days."
Every once in a while he'd get an offer along those line, usually it was for country or bluegrass arrangements. Ambrose only accepted those sporadically, not much caring for either style of music, both rubbed him the wrong way. However, his aloofness seemed to encourage people to send him what few pieces there were. Left to his own devices though he favored the guitar.
He wasn't sure if she could see it or not, but he grinned, if there ever was a 'cat that ate the canary' grin this was it.
"Self defense Belle I swear." He protested insincerely. "I wouldn't hurt a fly."
'Not a fly' was a true statement, but other entities were fair game and subject to be injured depending on the circumstances.
Every once in a while he'd get an offer along those line, usually it was for country or bluegrass arrangements. Ambrose only accepted those sporadically, not much caring for either style of music, both rubbed him the wrong way. However, his aloofness seemed to encourage people to send him what few pieces there were. Left to his own devices though he favored the guitar.
He wasn't sure if she could see it or not, but he grinned, if there ever was a 'cat that ate the canary' grin this was it.
"Self defense Belle I swear." He protested insincerely. "I wouldn't hurt a fly."
'Not a fly' was a true statement, but other entities were fair game and subject to be injured depending on the circumstances.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel was a little skeptical when Ambrose claimed no skill at singing. His speaking voice was a mild tenor, warm and mellow. It bore no hint of any particular American dialect, although Ysabel was hardly an expert. To her, Americans sounded very much alike unless the accent was incredibly heavy.
"I'd love to hear you play sometime," she said with sincerity. Ysabel loved music, regardless of how she herself managed with it. Aside from anything loud and obnoxious, there wasn't much she wouldn't give a fair shot to.
It seemed as though Nachton's fly population would be safe, she thought, recognizing the devilish note in Ambrose's voice. She smiled at the use of her new nickname and shook her head.
"How lucky for the flies," she said mildly, mischief in her voice. "What of the rest of us?"
She tilted her head up so she could see his face clearly. "Are we as safe as they are?"
"I'd love to hear you play sometime," she said with sincerity. Ysabel loved music, regardless of how she herself managed with it. Aside from anything loud and obnoxious, there wasn't much she wouldn't give a fair shot to.
It seemed as though Nachton's fly population would be safe, she thought, recognizing the devilish note in Ambrose's voice. She smiled at the use of her new nickname and shook her head.
"How lucky for the flies," she said mildly, mischief in her voice. "What of the rest of us?"
She tilted her head up so she could see his face clearly. "Are we as safe as they are?"
Ambrose
18 years ago
"I think that can be arranged. What should I play for you?"
A guitar worked almost as well as command when getting dinner's attention. Not that Belle was dinner. No, she wasn't a quick snack at all. He momentarily flirted with the idea of making her a familiar. The idea had merit, it was far too soon to be leaping to any conclusions, but it was something to think about.
The usher he had dismissed was working a few sections over and was giving Ambrose dirty looks. Looks Ambrose was pointedly ignoring.
He gave a short amused chuckle at her teasing flirtatious answer.
"That depends entirely on your definition of safe. A lady, such as yourself, is as safe as she wants to be."
A guitar worked almost as well as command when getting dinner's attention. Not that Belle was dinner. No, she wasn't a quick snack at all. He momentarily flirted with the idea of making her a familiar. The idea had merit, it was far too soon to be leaping to any conclusions, but it was something to think about.
The usher he had dismissed was working a few sections over and was giving Ambrose dirty looks. Looks Ambrose was pointedly ignoring.
He gave a short amused chuckle at her teasing flirtatious answer.
"That depends entirely on your definition of safe. A lady, such as yourself, is as safe as she wants to be."
Ysabel
18 years ago
With no idea what genre Ambrose usually played, Ysabel was at a loss to suggest anything for him to play. It didn't matter though; she just wanted to hear how he sounded. Things like that were probably best left to the artist himself, at any rate.
"Make it a surprise," she said with a little grin.
Ysabel was even more acutely aware of being just about the only ones left in the stadium by this point. Ambrose looked like he was ready to camp out all night, but Ysabel was going to get fidgety soon. Prior to now, though it had been hinted that they should leave, no one had actively tried to clean the section they were sitting in. It was apparent though that they were making their way over and Ysabel and Ambrose would soon be very much in the way. That went against Ysabel's nature. Staying a bit long while they cleaned the other areas was one thing, but she didn't want anyone to get in trouble for not doing their job just because she was in the way.
"Well, in that case," she said as she reluctantly pulled herself away from Ambrose's shiver-y fingertips, "perhaps you'd see fit to escort this lady safely home." She glanced at the usher a few rows over. "We'll be in the way soon, and he has a job to do. It wouldn't be right."
Ysabel drew her cloak about her; there was definitely a chill to the air that hadn't been there before; maybe the excitement of the small crowd had kept it warm. Or maybe Ambrose's arm had done the trick. Whatever it was, she did wish she was still sitting there watching the game. And she did keep her hand tucked in Ambrose's as he seemed just as disinclined to give it back to her.
"Make it a surprise," she said with a little grin.
Ysabel was even more acutely aware of being just about the only ones left in the stadium by this point. Ambrose looked like he was ready to camp out all night, but Ysabel was going to get fidgety soon. Prior to now, though it had been hinted that they should leave, no one had actively tried to clean the section they were sitting in. It was apparent though that they were making their way over and Ysabel and Ambrose would soon be very much in the way. That went against Ysabel's nature. Staying a bit long while they cleaned the other areas was one thing, but she didn't want anyone to get in trouble for not doing their job just because she was in the way.
"Well, in that case," she said as she reluctantly pulled herself away from Ambrose's shiver-y fingertips, "perhaps you'd see fit to escort this lady safely home." She glanced at the usher a few rows over. "We'll be in the way soon, and he has a job to do. It wouldn't be right."
Ysabel drew her cloak about her; there was definitely a chill to the air that hadn't been there before; maybe the excitement of the small crowd had kept it warm. Or maybe Ambrose's arm had done the trick. Whatever it was, she did wish she was still sitting there watching the game. And she did keep her hand tucked in Ambrose's as he seemed just as disinclined to give it back to her.
Ambrose
18 years ago
A surprise? That could be a challenge and a half, especially considering what en knew of the lady herself. Ysabel had seemed to enjoy the CD he'd had on in the truck, that was a good start; he'd change for the ride home and try to sort out her taste a little better. Ambrose wanted to be prepared when he finally did play for her.
While he couldn't fault her for wanting to get going, Ambrose was slightly put out. Why didn't they didn't clean up in the morning when it was light out instead of getting in his way? Bastards, selfish bastards; or was that him?
"Provided I'm not the one who's scared you off I'd be happy to keep you safe."
He was reluctant to leave, but she was right. He briefly considered if he'd come on too strong with that last comment and had wanted to offer some reassurance. She, however, had offered reassurance of her own by not letting go. It was so natural he didn't even consider relinquishing his hold of her arm nor did it strike him as odd she didn't release it.
While he couldn't fault her for wanting to get going, Ambrose was slightly put out. Why didn't they didn't clean up in the morning when it was light out instead of getting in his way? Bastards, selfish bastards; or was that him?
"Provided I'm not the one who's scared you off I'd be happy to keep you safe."
He was reluctant to leave, but she was right. He briefly considered if he'd come on too strong with that last comment and had wanted to offer some reassurance. She, however, had offered reassurance of her own by not letting go. It was so natural he didn't even consider relinquishing his hold of her arm nor did it strike him as odd she didn't release it.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel flashed the usher her most winning smile, with an added little half-shrug of apology. She was rewarded when the man just chuckled and looked away, mollified by the knowledge that they were getting ready to go at least.
"You, scare me off? Don't you think I might have been running in the opposite direction by now if that were really the case?"
Standing across from Ambrose, Ysabel took his hand in both of hers and tugged. He seemed more than reluctant to leave, and she agreed wholeheartedly, but she really didn't want to cause any trouble for the staff of the little ballpark. Laughing lightly at his statement she wondered if he would ever know how close to the truth he'd struck.
There had been times in the past when Ysabel had indeed trusted in humans to keep her safe. Most of the time she ended up making familiars out of them. Would Ambrose be opposed to the idea? How far did his flirtation go? She certainly didn't view him as much of a snack anymore but she wouldn't be opposed to eventually biting him in order to create that bond. It was something else to sleep on, but that would definitely have to be mulled over for a while. Ysabel did nothing lightly when it came to turning humans or creating familiars.
She twinkled a delighted grin at him in the meantime. "It's time we left," she reminded him gently, bending close so the staff around them couldn't hear, she added, "but drive slowly!"
"You, scare me off? Don't you think I might have been running in the opposite direction by now if that were really the case?"
Standing across from Ambrose, Ysabel took his hand in both of hers and tugged. He seemed more than reluctant to leave, and she agreed wholeheartedly, but she really didn't want to cause any trouble for the staff of the little ballpark. Laughing lightly at his statement she wondered if he would ever know how close to the truth he'd struck.
There had been times in the past when Ysabel had indeed trusted in humans to keep her safe. Most of the time she ended up making familiars out of them. Would Ambrose be opposed to the idea? How far did his flirtation go? She certainly didn't view him as much of a snack anymore but she wouldn't be opposed to eventually biting him in order to create that bond. It was something else to sleep on, but that would definitely have to be mulled over for a while. Ysabel did nothing lightly when it came to turning humans or creating familiars.
She twinkled a delighted grin at him in the meantime. "It's time we left," she reminded him gently, bending close so the staff around them couldn't hear, she added, "but drive slowly!"
Ambrose
18 years ago
"Why do I think you don't run from very much?"
Even with the headache Ysabel had given him an impression of strength. She exuded being capable and confidant, it was highly appealing.
All right, all right, they could go. She was right they were just being a nuisance now and he didn't need to look -too- desperate. Besides, they had plans for at least two more dates and he was looking forward to those.
Ambrose took her arm again, properly, formally and lead them out.
"Slowly? I think that can be arranged."
((OOC... both out with permission))
Even with the headache Ysabel had given him an impression of strength. She exuded being capable and confidant, it was highly appealing.
All right, all right, they could go. She was right they were just being a nuisance now and he didn't need to look -too- desperate. Besides, they had plans for at least two more dates and he was looking forward to those.
Ambrose took her arm again, properly, formally and lead them out.
"Slowly? I think that can be arranged."
((OOC... both out with permission))