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Fool For Love - Roberto Devine - 10-01-2017
October 4th, 1887
I know she's gonna be my wife
Gonna fall in love
I'm gonna live my life with her
Gonna fall in love
I'm gonna live my life with her
Roberto was a romantic right down to his very core but he had been somewhat slow with this courtship if his mother was to be believed. The news that Miss Dippet would be leaving, however, had only spurred on thoughts that he had been having since July when he had been a part of that disaster.@'Ophelia Dippet'
He was very proud of Miss Dippet and her accomplishment. There was no way he would ever ask her to give up this chance but some part of him worried that she might meet some dashing swashbuckler or something. She had expressed similar concerns in her letter and though her words had seemed light in manner, he wouldn't blame her if they were also legitimate concerns.
It had not taken him very long to make up his mind. It had been made up before he had even sent off the letter. He had made plans to visit her as soon as was possible. When that day came, he arrived much earlier than he was going to be expected by her to speak with her grandfather. He had never been so nervous to speak to someone that looked like he'd keel over if he breathed on him a little too hard before.
He had managed it, however. And he had procured what he had been seeking from Mister Dippet and the ring in his pocket no longer felt like it was burning a hole into his leg. Roberto sorely hoped that she wouldn't think him trying to make her stay back. Quite the contrary! He wanted her to go off knowing that she had a man waiting to make her his bride with eyes for no other woman. And once they were wed, they could go on a honeymoon wherever she might desire to go. He wanted to give her everything she had never been able to have.
He had brought red camellias mixed with arbutus for their meanings of 'you're a flame in my heart' and 'thee only do I love'.
When he had finished his conversation with Mister Dippet, he had been shown into the parlor to wait for Miss Dippet to be formally informed of his arrival.
RE: Fool For Love - Ophelia Dippet - 10-01-2017
Ophelia had been in a state most of the morning. She was used to looking her absolute best for Mr. Devine, but they were usually seeing each other at parties, where there were a few more options when it came to wardrobe. She could wear something grand to a ball, and she could add magical flairs to make it really pop; those sorts of things would be entirely inappropriate for normal day wear. As much as she wanted to impress him, he was coming to visit her in the parlor; grandeur simply wasn't the order of the day. Her day wear, however, was in abysmal straights--or at least, she thought so, when faced with the task of having to choose a dress for today.
She'd nearly run Perenia ragged, and she did not feel at all ready when the other maid came upstairs and told her that Mr. Devine was here. She finished pinning her earrings into place and asked whether he'd been shown directly into the parlor, and Maria said that she thought Mr. Devine had been here, but he was in the parlor now.
Oh, Merlin, was she keeping him waiting?
Feeling rather flustered and not at all sure that she looked pretty enough in her tan lace dress, Ophelia none the less hurried down the stairs. She was rather conscious of the need to make a good (and more importantly, a lasting) impression on her beau before she went away for so long, and if her dress was somewhat lacking she'd just have to make up for it in poise and charm. She tried to collect herself as she reached the parlor door--though all of her preparations flew straight out of her head at the sight of him, in the parlor, with flowers. A wide grin sweeping across her face at the sight of them, and glided into the parlor feeling as though she were floating.
"Mr. Devine!" she said brightly. "I'm terribly sorry if I've kept you waiting--I hope it wasn't a grievous enough sin to cause me to lose these lovely flowers," she teased.
(She was something of a pushover for flowers).
RE: Fool For Love - Roberto Devine - 10-08-2017
Roberto waited with some trepidation for his beloved to appear. He didn't know if there was even actually a clock in the room but he could swear that he could hear ticking as each minute went why. Actually, that might have been his pocketwatch, he realised in his nervous thoughts as he continued waiting.
Finally, she appeared with a glorious smile for him. He inwardly took a breath and smiled at her. "Of course not. I was not left waiting for too long," Roberto said as he presented the flowers to her. Now, the next step was to segue them into what he actually wanted to ask. It was a shame that there were no gardens. He would have loved to have proposed in one.
"I hope I am not disrupting your packing preparations too terribly."
Finally, she appeared with a glorious smile for him. He inwardly took a breath and smiled at her. "Of course not. I was not left waiting for too long," Roberto said as he presented the flowers to her. Now, the next step was to segue them into what he actually wanted to ask. It was a shame that there were no gardens. He would have loved to have proposed in one.
"I hope I am not disrupting your packing preparations too terribly."
RE: Fool For Love - Ophelia Dippet - 10-12-2017
"Oh, not at all!" she said immediately, smiling down at her bouquet of flowers and mentally debating where she ought to put them. In her bedroom, so that she could look at them all afternoon, or in the parlor, so that she could inflict them on everyone who might come to visit? Not that the flowers themselves were anything a guest might wish to avoid (they were beautiful!) but anyone who commented on them would be sure to invite a rather lengthy diatribe on how very perfect Mr. Devine was. Lovestruck though she may have been, she recognized that for most this was not the ideal conversation topic--which made the idea of ambushing her guests with it, so to speak, sort of delicious.
"I have a month," she pointed out, crossing to a cabinet on the other side of the room where empty vases were kept. The parlor it would be for these flowers, she had decided. She wanted as many excuses to brag about her courtship as she could manage, and the flowers provided too good an opportunity to be hidden away in her bedroom. "And while that's hardly any time at all for social obligations, it's quite a lot for packing. I don't imagine I could use the entire month even if I brought every dress I own," she said with a musical sort of laugh.
The vase acquired, she set about arranging the bouquet inside it just so, primping the flowers with all the careful attention she gave to her own wardrobe before a particularly important ball. "I may be in danger of doing that, though," she admitted with a grin. "I've never been anywhere and I simply don't know what to expect. And Armando is hardly helpful--I'm sure he must have traveled at some point, but I'm not sure he's left England during this century," she joked.
Having found a prominent place on the mantel to display the flowers, she turned back to Mr. Devine with a wide smile. "You've been abroad, haven't you? Perhaps you'll tell me about it?" Sitting in the parlor with him and talking about traveling sounded like the perfect use of an afternoon, and Ophelia could gladly whittle away hours with such an agreeable occupation.
RE: Fool For Love - Roberto Devine - 12-02-2017
Roberto smiled as Miss Dippet pointed out that she had a month to go before she would be leaving. "I'm sure," he said in agreement, not entirely a stranger to how voluminous a womans packing could get after life with his mother. "Do you have any sort of outlined itinerary?" Roberto asked curiously before nodding when she asked if he had been abroad.
"I have traveled quite a bit, yes. I would love to tell you stories about the places that I've been," Roberto said with a smile. "At least the fact that you haven't been anywhere is being rectified and I am sure that you will travel much more in the future." Especially if she was his wife.
"I have traveled quite a bit, yes. I would love to tell you stories about the places that I've been," Roberto said with a smile. "At least the fact that you haven't been anywhere is being rectified and I am sure that you will travel much more in the future." Especially if she was his wife.
RE: Fool For Love - Ophelia Dippet - 12-07-2017
Ophelia was a bit disappointed that he didn't launch right in to tales of his travels abroad, but only a bit. She could talk about anything with him, really, and find it just as pleasant. If there were things that Mr. Devine liked that would bore her to tears, they hadn't managed to stumble upon those subjects yet (and hopefully wouldn't for a good while longer).
"I can't imagine anything I say would convince my grandfather to go abroad," she teased with a light smile; for the moment the idea of her traveling anywhere was so intrinsically caught up in what Armando was willing to do that she hadn't really considered the idea that she would someday be independent of him, much less gathered that this was what Mr. Devine was implying. "Although he seems much more easily convinced when you're involved," she added with a grin. Not as though Ophelia gave him much of a choice, most of the time. Conversations with Armando tended to be more or less monologues on her part, and she would talk until she'd gotten him around to the answer she was looking for. She'd forged ahead when Mr. Devine had been planning on asking to court her, to ensure that when he actually did speak to her grandfather there wouldn't be any resistance on the subject, but he didn't need to know that.
"I suppose we did get him out of the house for that cruise to Athens, with Mr. Lytton," she reflected. "So perhaps if I find another boat to take me somewhere, we can manage that. We're coming home on a cruise for this holiday," she said, turning at last to the question of an itinerary that he'd asked for more than a minute ago. As she listed off the various locations she ticked them off on her fingers. "We're to begin in Beijing, then go to somewhere in India - in the mountains there, I think - then through Persia to Jerusalem, and some city on the beach at the Mediterranean, then off to Venice before coming back home."
RE: Fool For Love - Roberto Devine - 01-05-2018
Roberto chuckled at his lady loves words, mildly put out that she didn't seem to catch on to his implications. No matter, they would get around to what he wanted to ask or rather, he would muster up the bravado to begin it. "A cruise will be quite enjoyable for you, I'm sure," Roberto said.
He listened as she listed off the places she would be going. He did worry a bit, some of the places weren't yet quite safe a majority of the time. Especially not for a group of ladies but he supposed Witch Weekly would know best what sort of protections a young lady on travel routes would need.
"A wide array of places. I've been to India myself as well as Venice." He described to her his time there. Or well, the moments that could be shared with a lady at any rate. He had been a young man back then, sowing his wild oats or whatever it was they called it. "However, I must confess that I did come here for something specifically that I wished to speak with you about," he said, finally getting around to it, feeling he could no longer delay it with more tales of where he had been.
He listened as she listed off the places she would be going. He did worry a bit, some of the places weren't yet quite safe a majority of the time. Especially not for a group of ladies but he supposed Witch Weekly would know best what sort of protections a young lady on travel routes would need.
"A wide array of places. I've been to India myself as well as Venice." He described to her his time there. Or well, the moments that could be shared with a lady at any rate. He had been a young man back then, sowing his wild oats or whatever it was they called it. "However, I must confess that I did come here for something specifically that I wished to speak with you about," he said, finally getting around to it, feeling he could no longer delay it with more tales of where he had been.
RE: Fool For Love - Ophelia Dippet - 01-09-2018
Stories from abroad had been just what she had been expecting, and Ophelia became quite the attentive listener when he began describing the Italian city to her. She laughed at all the right moments. She was once so bold as to let her fingertips brush the back of his hand as they sat, just near what she sensed was the natural end to his stories. She capped the little interlude with a gushing comment; "Oh, you really mustn't tell me about India. You've described Venice so well I feel I've been there already, and I'm afraid if you continue you'll make my entire holiday seem dull by comparison."
(She was not, in fact, particularly afraid that she would find any of these places dull. She had wanted to travel avidly since she had been a little girl and had heard descriptions from her father of the places that he went in pursuit of magical creatures, and she didn't think any amount of talk, no matter how charming, could ever erase the grandeur she associated with being out of the country. It was the sort of thing one said to gentlemen, though. Particularly gentlemen one wanted very much to go out of one's way to flatter. Flattery never hurt a relationship, she'd found).
Her heart fluttered nervously, however, when he segued into something he wanted to speak with her about. The phrase sounded ominous to her ears, and she couldn't help but retrace his stories about Venice for any sign of what might be amiss.
"Oh?" she asked, and merely that. She had no idea whatsoever what might be coming next, and didn't want to preempt anything and make it worse. What on earth might he have needed to make an especial trip to speak with her about, if it wasn't to exchange charming travel stories?