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GP - dreaming of a black christmas
The repurposed railway arches that housed Beagle's bar and restaurant were decked in shades of black: black christmas trees glittering with sparkly and satiny black ornaments, black wreaths with perfectly tied bows, black garlands draping along the walls and bar, ribbons edging the long banquet benches in the restaurant dining room. A gentle snow seemed to fall from the ceiling, a specially designed lighting effect much more pleasant than the cold and wet that would've accompanied real snow. Christmas music played over hidden speakers, setting the mood without interfering with conversation.
The Kraken Black Christmas feast was a different spin on the holiday than you'd find most places, and yet, a christmas feast all the same. All the flavors of the season were there, both in the bar's specialty cocktails and in the feast itself, served banquet-style to those fortunate enough to get tickets - mulled wine, egg nog, roasts and stuffing and puddings, and so much more. Yet the food and drinks all shared the same theme as the decor, shades of black augmented with squid ink, charcoal, or black sesame seeds.
Guests had been encouraged to continue the theme with black festive attire, but it wasn't required, and spots of color could be found here and there along the table or mingling in the bar. There was one thing everyone could agree on, though. No matter how black the theme, the mood was anything but dark.
The Kraken Black Christmas feast was a different spin on the holiday than you'd find most places, and yet, a christmas feast all the same. All the flavors of the season were there, both in the bar's specialty cocktails and in the feast itself, served banquet-style to those fortunate enough to get tickets - mulled wine, egg nog, roasts and stuffing and puddings, and so much more. Yet the food and drinks all shared the same theme as the decor, shades of black augmented with squid ink, charcoal, or black sesame seeds.
Guests had been encouraged to continue the theme with black festive attire, but it wasn't required, and spots of color could be found here and there along the table or mingling in the bar. There was one thing everyone could agree on, though. No matter how black the theme, the mood was anything but dark.
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"I just mean... I would like to show you where I spent most of my youth, even if not all those memories are good ones," he said, still looking a bit pink and clearly not certain how to react.
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"Oh, the, computer phone-thing, right? I've never done that. I have a laptop, but I just write on it mostly," Faizel admitted. "Technology and my magic don't always get on. I've only just mastered my phone. Went through a few of them before I figured out my magic was reacting to them. I wrote a paper on it, actually."
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"That... Might be wise, actually," Faizel replied seriously. "Though my laptop likes me quite well, for what it's worth."
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Faizel looked surprised by that, but his smile grew slightly as he nodded his agreement.
"I suppose I will, yes."
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It was so sudden that she couldn't do anything with it other than push it away.
"You're easier to like than you think you are," she said.
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Faizel opened his mouth to speak, then closed it- Then opened it again.
"Well, um, that, but also- You're the first person I've met where I sort of wanted that," he admitted. "I've never really, um- It's not that I don't find people attractive, I do, just, it's never been a priority of mine to try and be near someone before. ...But, I do feel that with you. I like being around you. I like being close."
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"You're not my first," she said softly. She'd had her share of crushes running the gamut from chaste to... well, with Phouka was there anyway to think about it other than knee-wobbling lust? "But you're one of very few I've felt... I can trust." Regardless of the truth, there had been few men in her life she felt really saw her and not some exotic animal.
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"Good. ...Good, I- I want you to feel safe with me. I feel safe with you," he said softly, his words honest and quiet.
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"Why do I feel safe with you?" Faizel asked, not sure what, exactly, she was asking.
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