It was new to Patrick, this dating a boy thing. He had been with his wife since he was a teenager. She was gone now, and he hadn't ever expected to fall for someone else. And then he had met Alisdair and Patrick found himself falling fast. Alisdair was so thoughtful and talented and he had this charming smile. Patrick knew The Templar wouldn't like it if they found out he had left their clutches only to fall in love with a man, but he tried not to let his fear of them rule his life.

Their time working on Bertolt Leidermann's album was coming to an end, and Patrick was afraid that if he didn't make a move, he would lose Alisdair. That was why he showed up at Alisdair's door, knocking and then looking awkward while he waited for someone to answer. He was going to ask Alisdair on a date. A real one.

Date: 2011-07-03 11:41 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] junos-tears.livejournal.com
When Verbena came to answer the door she still had her bright orange iPod hanging around her neck, the heavy earphones now sitting around her neck but still playing Kanye quietly.

Verbena smiled at the stranger and said, "hi?"

Date: 2011-07-07 08:26 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] junos-tears.livejournal.com
Verbena grinned brightly at the guy at the door and said, "holy crap, how much have I heard about you?" she said and then pulled open the door. "Hang on, I'll just get him." But instead of actually going to get her brother she turned towards the stairs and shouted, "HUCKLEBERRY!"

Date: 2011-07-07 09:31 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] junos-tears.livejournal.com
"I'm one of the little sisters," Verbena told him. "He tells us all about his crushes."

From the kitchen, Rosalie came out drying her hands on a dishtowel, her expansive curls kept back behind in a red bandanna. "Verbena," she chided her daughter gently, "must you use those lungs like that." Then she spotted the young man and gave him a gentle but cautious smile. "Oh hello, I hope Verbena didn't deafen you."

"He's a friend of Huckleberry," Verbena provided for her mother, although it hadn't been asked.

Date: 2011-07-07 09:43 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] junos-tears.livejournal.com
Rosalie Meath, professional musician and concert cellist that she was, lit up at the mention of that. "Wonderful. What do you play, Patrick?"

Verbena just ducked from under her brother's hair-messing hands and rolled her eyes a little that the conversation had already turned to 'this is what we all play!' That was Verbena's cue to escape before it all got worse. She put her earphones back in and disappeared back down to her room.

Date: 2011-07-11 06:13 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] dark-londoner.livejournal.com
"A gifted pianist," Rosalie smiled. "I'll leave you boys to it then, I'm in the middle of cleaning up." She looked at her son. "Berry, let me know if you both need anything, and try not to be too loud upstairs as your dad's asleep."

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