#storian we see you ;DDDD

[twst-sumi-squad]

♢ After hearing the conversation as she passed by, Sumi B continued walking down the hall with a small idea forming in her head. A sly smile curled the tips of her mouth upwards and she headed straight for the club room. 

“A theatre date hm? That sounds like something fitting for Rook…”

Upon entering, she found KanSumi boredly flicking through a book. They looked up and questioningly raised an eyebrow to her but she merely gestured for them to look, writing down the dreams of dates on a piece of paper so she wouldn’t forget her prompt. A finger tapped rapidly on the sentence, drawing their attention to what Sumi B wrote down, as she fumbled around the alcove’s desk for paper and a pen. With an understanding nod, KanSumi smiled too.

“Oh~! So you’re writing something quick down.”

Scribbling ink all over the page, Sumi B’s mind whirred as she began to write. Curiously, the other peered at the paper too and smiled to themself, going over to the softer seats of the clubroom and pulling out a golden notepad and pen.

“Hey, an outing date would be nice for someone else as well. Maybe I’ll write that too…” ♢

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“Would you accept, mon amour?”

Rook’s hand is splayed towards you enticingly, along with his sincere smile.

“The show is absolutely splendid and I’d love to show you its amazing splendor in person! To chase such sparkling ideas across the stage, it’s a dream worth working towards and I applaud each actor for it.”

Beaming widely, he seems to bask in the light of the mere memory.

“I’ve had the delight to read the plot for this play already but I think the memory of watching it live will be all the more dazzling were I to go with…”

He pauses, his eyes softly sliding to look at yours, and gently holds out his hand again.

“…You.”

You find yourself unable to refuse such an earnest request so, with an eager grin, you put your hand in his and grip it firmly, nodding. Stars burst from his eyes as he puts his hand to his heart with joy, spinning around dramatically.

“Oh how wonderful! I shall hope to see you there. This hunter shall lie in wait until the day comes.”

With a quick wink, he slips away, leaving you with a ticket in your hands that you don’t remember being given. Glancing down, you notice that it’s a ticket to see your favourite play…

On the day, you fidget outside the entrance to the theatre, glancing around for Rook. The hunter is nowhere in sight, hidden by crowds of other theatre-goers. Having dressed up a little, you adjust your outfit in the mirror of the ticket booth, fixated on making sure you look fine. Through the blue-tinted glass of the window, the glazed sheen reveals a silhouette behind you. You turn to find your date. Eagerly grinning at you with a phone in his hand, a button clicks as he snaps a photo of you looking at him, your eyes a little wider in surprise.

“Beauté!! I do so adore any picture of your face!”

Softly holding his phone to his chest, he smiles at you sweetly.

“I hope you’ll allow me to keep this photo.”

Even if you protest, he insists on keeping it anyway and so, you accept that he’ll forever have that picture. Before you enter, Rook continues to take photos of you, often without any warning. However, just before you go to get food, he curls an arm around you and his arms pull you closer to his side. Grinning, he angles the camera to capture both of you and beams into it.

“Un… deux… trois!”

You both pose in your own way as he takes at least three photos and then saves them all. Amidst the reflection of your faces, you take in his outfit a little more. Navy waves drape from his shoulders, a deep blue blazer trimmed with golden mandalas at the sleeves and with a finch scrawled onto its pocket. A lacy jabot spills from his collar, like a Victorian collar, glittering with an amber jewel at its center. His trousers are a dark blue and his signature fedora is replaced with an azure top hat, a sparkling ribbon of yellow coiled around a rosette of gold. Although it’s such a small date, it’s clear he’s put a lot of effort into his outfit. Rook spies you staring at him and smirks, his eyes narrowing a little.

“Oh? Have you taken me in for the first time? Truly, the wondrous Roi du Poison helped me with my outfit today. I could not bear going out plainly, it is a special day after all!”

Softly, he taps your nose with a small wink.

“Going out with you is a treasure to be remembered, so I wanted to look better than any form of presentable!”

It’s an outfit that stands out quite a bit and attracts some attention from onlookers but Rook doesn’t seem to care, only looking at you. 

“And you…! You look stunning! It is quite fitting for the occasion. You are one who looks so marvellous normally but seeing you in these clothes as well shines even brighter than normal!”

A thought in your head makes to compare the two of your outfits but Rook’s words cut through it with how sincere and clear it is, praising you almost just for being with him. You decide to ignore it and just go get food to eat as you watch the play. Rook doesn’t object and merely follows, humming as he changes his phone’s home screen. Secretly, he sets it to a photo of you smiling for the photo with him.

Settling in your seats, you both await for the play to start, sitting in a space with a good view of the stage. Rook bounces excitedly in his seat, having taken off his hat for others’ convenience and placed it in his lap, before noticing the wood of your seats. Recognising the build, he begins to mutter with an absent minded smile on his face, stroking the grooves of the polished grain. Silently, you watch him and notice how cute the scene is. An adoring gaze filters through your eyes as you watch him, interrupted only by the lights dimming and the play starting. Silenced, Rook looks up with a giddy stare and soon the both of you sit in your seats as the actors begin to start the story. It enraptures you instantly, holding your attention for a long while. The lights encircle actors in dramatised effects and their voices ring loud and clearly, thrumming through your chest. All around the stage, the actors perform proudly and professionally and you can’t help but admire their performance. As you lean forward a little to see better, a light touch grazes against your hand and you glance back at it to find Rook’s gloved hand twitching against yours. When you look at his face, you find a question. In search of an answer. And so, to reply, you lean back in your seat and inch your fingers a little closer to his. You don’t need to look at him to see his soft smile. Lacing your fingers together, he holds your hand for the rest of the play… 

The play finishes all too soon, the overwhelming excitement of being in the theatre soon fading as you get up from your seats and leave the building. The night has lovingly swept her cloak of darkness over the sky to keep it warm but it isn’t enough. Luckily, your hands are still wrapped within Rook’s which leaves them warm as you both walk side by side. Exclaiming excitedly, he shouts into the air.

“Beauté! Absolutely beautiful! Wouldn’t you agree? Their performance was stunning and had my heart captured with every word! No hunter’s net could be a finer trap!”

Seeing him so happy and satisfied grants your heart a small feeling of happiness and you nod, having found the play to be quite amazing too. He smiles at you and then gently cups your face, tilting it to the sky.

“However, the show I wish to show you has not yet ended. Look.”

The blanketed black of the sky is silent and empty.

Its silence does not last however, as screaming blasts of light fire upwards, exploding into bursts of shimmering colour. Many begin to shoot up into a large light show, glittering with green and gold and all other colours, bright against the darkness of the sky. You stare, fixated. Rook grins up at them and then winks at you, his eyes lit up with reflecting the lights.

“Come, let me take you to where you can see them better.”

Then, without warning, he scoops you up and leaps up into a tree, carrying up as he climbs until he reaches the top of a building and sets you down. Adoringly looking at you, he clasps your hand in his again and points to the fireworks. Up here, their colours are even brighter and more saturated, sparkling with a closer twinkle. The sight amazes you as you hold Rook’s hand, oblivious to how he glances from the sky to you.

“Quite eye-catching non? I always find the sight breathtaking.”

♥ 

11! :D

-ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ anon

Hmmm.... My ideal date???

A trip at Disneyland, where we could end our day with a firework show!

Or maybe if I have the money, a theater date where we could watch plays and musicals together!

Wait.. This is a dream date. My ideal date is an outing. Basically a whole day outside, this introvert needs more sunlight. 〒▽〒