#SABRvalentinesday

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✖ The Writing Nook’s Singles Only Party ✖ Valentine’s Day Event ✖

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Where: The Writing Nook

When: 5pm February 14th to Midnight

Activities:

Upstairs: Karaoke & Food (Coffee, Pastries, Sandwiches, etc.)

Downstairs: Bar & Concert by

Singles ONLY

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Tag: SABRthewritingnook, SABRvalentinesday

You can now post open paras (use both the event tag AND ‘SABR open’) and pictures, or just post a headcanon about going.

‣ NEEDED CHARACTERS ↴

Anyone that is open from The Writing Nook can be found HERE and you’re more than welcome to apply as an OC that works here as well.

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[lachlanclarke]

Hither Hither Love || Lachladele || February 14th, 2017

One of Lachlan’s favorite things about the Clarke’s home in Los Angeles was its color and life. Every wall had a story, pictures and paintings- or sometimes just finger paint. It always amazed him just how alive it was, no less than the very kids stomping through the halls. It was hard for him to think of gifts for Adele and it wasn’t because she was picky, that was far from the truth. No, he felt like they had the world and filling their life with things felt silly when you had the world. Looking at the walls, Lachlan realized that a lot of the pictures were of their children or from before they home was five-kids-full.

The idea to get a digital frame for some new artwork came to him on a lunch date with his eldest daughter, Evie. They had taken brown baggies into hARTper and sat on a bench surrounded by art, talking about the colors, the people, and the animals. It wasn’t the most in-depth conversation or even a memory she might remember in five or ten years, but he could still remember her face when she saw the digital art. There was a massive frame and it held one view changing over time. The picture was morphing from day to night and season to season. Evie looked at it for ages, longer than he’d ever seen her be still, and then when she spoke she’d only said one word, “Magic!”

Lachlan knew that feeling, how you could just look at something and know that it was unbelievable and out of this world. Just thinking about that feeling drew him to the memory of Adele holding a tiny little Evie and how in an instant he was full of love and wonder. Of course, he knew capturing magic was easier said than done, but the combination of that wonderment and the many other happy memories hanging on their walls at home set his heart on making something for them. So, he went back and talked to Coralie about the studio’s Valentine’s Day plans and how long and what it took for that piece of work. A million questions later he had a price, a plan, a story, and some Valentine’s Day plans.

Meys had no plans and had previously voiced it was unfair that Hamish and Erin were always the go-to for a babysitter. The day was spent with the kids, making cards for their mum and nana, eating heart shaped pancakes, and dancing in the sand. After successfully chucking a dinner for Meys and the kids in the oven, Lachlan gave Adele her first gift. The dress had delicate details, the fabric dancing with the lightest movement. After the pair were dressed he drove her downtown to the art studio. Candles lit the room where a dinner of fried chicken and all the Southern staple fixin’s sat waiting for them on a silver platter. Coralie slipped in and said hello, taking a seat across the room. An orchestra of some of Lachlan’s friends then trickled in, sitting in another corner of the room before they started to play.

Reaching out his hand, Lachlan asked Adele for a dance. As they swayed back and forth, Coralie worked behind an electronic easel. The pictures were quick and dirty, to be painted over the next few months, scanned, and then uploaded to a large digital frame that would be installed in the music room. The end result was as magical as the painting that had fascinated Evie. The movement of her dress, the details of how he held her, it was like watching a memory come to life. While it became a popular talk piece in for new guests, it was a reminder to Adele that their relationship was alive, that their love was magic. 

[xenovia-dlv-blog]

I’m Just Here For The Chocolate || Singles Only Party  || Open Para

Another mushy movie was coming on the tv and Xenovia found herself more than board. Her manager messaged her, letting her know she had received another arrangement of flowers. Valentine’s Day was never a holiday Xenovia enjoyed. She found it to be fake and annoying. She couldn’t remember the last time she gave a genuine gift on the day, but she did receive many herself. Staying in and watching tv just wasn’t going to do this year, she wanted to get out. More importantly maybe meet new people. 

Bringing some of her model friends, she decided to stop by the Singles party at The Writing Nook. She figured it would be fun, her friends were down, and it was something to do. As always, she came fashionably late, three hours to be exact. Which was good considering Xenovia’s track record. The Nook had a nice vibe and the crowd seemed good. Eight o’clock for a party was early, but she had no complaints. 

The group of friends split up. Some finding more attractive distractions and meeting familiar faces. Xenovia found herself more occupied with the desserts. Loading up her napkin, she started popping the truffles in her mouth. Of course with her luck as she was stuffing her face, her eyes fell upon someone she recognized. Not from meeting in person, but from pictures, the site. Receiving a wave first, she grinned, her cheeks too full to reveal a smile. 

Once she scoffed the chocolate down, she gave a light laugh, her cheeks turning slightly red. “Now every time you think of me, you’ll remember me looking like a chubby chipmunk” She teased, offering her handful of sweets. “Come on, now you have to have some to make me feel better” She joked again, her head tilting to the side. “I’m trying to remember your name, but it’s running from me. Unless I just remember a picture of you and don’t know your name.  Remind me again” She flashed her pearly whites. “Or tell me your name” 

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Those Three Words, They’re Not Enough || Micah, Alessandra, Aubrianna, Amira, and their Families || February 17, 2017

This road had been long, but not exhausting. With every passing day Micah still felt more and more certain of his feelings for Alessandra and their future together as a family. The pair had talked at length about what they wanted in life, love, and their definitions of happiness. Periodically their Monday morning coffee ritual even included a playful discussion of their dream wedding or the names of their future children. Their hearts both seemed set on a Catholic wedding and everyone seeing their new home in Italy. Alessandra’s favorite church, San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane, was one he also adored. So, for months he got the wheels turning because he was a romantic, a man in love, and a bit of a perfectionist.

The rings were the easy part, the rest a bit of a challenge. His parents had happily turned over family stones with a beautiful story and Micah met with a jeweler to have them set in a design of his own choosing. The flowers for the evening were his and Brianna’s choices. Naturally, Micah had set out on white. Aubrianna, the true princess she was, demanded her Mammina have peaches and pinks for the special night. It would be the church that was the hardest to convince, but with letters, phone calls, and even two face-to-face meetings he’d managed it. Micah was an optimist and had even attached their purchased plane tickets and written their wedding date on the back of Alessandra’s Christmas gift.

It was easy to hope for the best, but he couldn’t bring himself to prepare for the worst. Micah knew it was a big ask, to say yes when it would be the first time she heard him say those three most important words. They were, to him, the most important words. His parents knew why he was saving them, his heart had been broken more times than he cared to recount, and so they encouraged him to the final moment. The buildup had become fun. There was a look on Aless’ face when he had to apologize that her Valentine’s Day gift was late, not of disappointment but of kindness and understanding. She was so thankful that Max had made it over “to celebrate Brianna’s birthday” that she thought she’d been treated enough. It was who she was, unyieldingly kind.

Dinner on the seventeenth of February was to be something of a goodbye affair. James had to head back to work and Caleb had bumped his flight to Saturday evening so that he could rest before heading back to work himself. Micah couldn’t complain. He was thankful to have Caleb running CC East and the bump up made the evening plans all the more convincing. Aless came over straight from work and she was greeted by Aubrianna, Max, and Micah’s Mother, Elizabeth, giving her cheerful hellos. Micah was in the kitchen cooking but the others were out by the lake, setting up the portable table and chairs.

The sitting room had no sight of it, but many a project was taking place out there by the fledgling micro-vineyard. The chosen flowers covered the center of the long table and white candles of all shapes and sizes were being lit to illuminate the entirety of it. The soft light twinkled against the crystal glasses and polished silverware and the porcelain plates. When Aless glided into the kitchen he set lids on the pots and moved over to her quickly, blocking her view out of the large windows with his broad chest. “Trying to sneak a peak, mio angelo?” Micah bent down and gave her a soft kiss. “You should be relaxing with Max and mum while I finish up. I’m sorry they called you in. Was it anything too serious?”

Micah could hardly hide his smile, Aless had only had to go in because he’d asked his coworkers to make a fake emergency so that deliveries could be made to his house and so he could slip into her apartment and take back the Christmas gift that hung there. It wasn’t easy, but it worked out, and as everyone sat down at the table, Micah made sure that Aless’ back was to the house. Everyone enjoyed talking and Micah excused himself to bring out dessert demanding everyone stay put. His parents and Max kept the conversation flowing as Micah came back out.

Abbot, Costello, and a new furry friend, nipped at his heels as he carried the re-wrapped picture in one arm and a covered tray of cannoli. Thoughtlessly, Aless reached down to pet the head of the dog that flopped down at her feet. Her eyes were on Micah as he sat next to her and uncovered the tray of desserts which was quickly passed around. “Before you get your fingers sticky, you should open your belated Valentine’s Day gift.” He passed the heavy gift to her so that it strategically blocked her view of the furry gift at her feet. With delight he watched her confusion as she reopened the same gift from Christmas. “You’re not done unwrapping it, but perhaps first...”

With a pivot of the picture frame the Dalmatian came into her view. Aless practically fell out of her chair and Brianna was climbing out of her own chair to play with the puppy she’d met a few times over the last couple of months. “Papà ha scelto il suo nome. Ho scelto il suo nome etichetta.” Aubrianna jingled the name tag to encourage Alessandra to look at it. “Papà dice Amira significa principessa.”

Aubrianna giggled with delight but as Aless’ fingers ran across the pink collar to the tiara shaped name tag where it read ‘Amira’ she found two rings. When she looked up Micah was on one knee next to her chair. Though he’d practiced the words, saying them in Italian because almost everyone at the table would understand and it was the language of Alessandra’s heart, he found himself too excited to get through it properly. He took the rings off of Amira’s collar and the words melted away. He’d done this twice before with a big speech and now he only had three words and a question. Micah bit his lip, took a breath, and spoke her language, “My angel, when my soul saw your soul over a year ago it said, ‘There you are. I’d been looking for you.’ and though it took me quite a while to believe realize it, I have known for quite some time with absolute certainty that I love you. I love you, Alessandra, and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you.” He pulled Aubrianna too him, partially to comfort himself but also because of how important the next question would be to the rest of their lives.

“Will you make us the happiest family and do us the honor of being my wife and Aubrianna’s mother.” Micah slid the ring over her finger after he got the answer, kissing her knuckles as his mother calmed everyone down and told them the story of those stones before everyone wished them luck, love, and happiness. When things calmed down and everyone passed around champagne, Micah picked the framed picture back up, turning it around. “It’s really not done being unwrapped.” He tore a corner of the brown backing to show there was another layer underneath. Aless opened it and exposed the plane tickets and the date written there in his handwriting, April 22nd, 2017. “That is the day I have reserved for us at San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane. I don’t want to wait, Aless. We’ve talked about it enough that it’s just about spending the money on all the details we talked about. I hope you’re not mad...”

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Valentines Day treats for all Micah’s co-workers

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I know we don’t know each other very well, but I figured that I should show you some kindness (since you have showed me some.)

Happy Valentine’s Day.

-Riyane

This is beautiful! Is it your work? It's going to look amazing up in my house.