Knock knock knock
Mr Lazaaaaaruuuuus~
You were not joking, I see. I am rather sore after that walk!
The door opened to reveal a well dressed male, candles littering any open ledges as well as a fire crackling in the background.
I told you. The walk is not for the weak. Do come in for a minute and rest. I'm not ready just yet. The foyer is to your left.
(Blanche curtesys, before stepping in, adjusting her hat so as to not knock anything over.)
Oh you are a gentleman good sir! Here, for you-
(She passes him a bouquet of foxgloves and oleander)
Think nothing of it; I have far too many to keep to myself.
"Ah, thank you very much madam." He takes the flowers, giving them a sniff. A small smile shows on his lips. "These are beautiful. They'd go well in my room." Ichabod said as he walked away to put the flowers in a vase, disappearing in the darkness. He only came back once he had grabbed a few items from his room. It wasn't much but it was a small giftbox containing a brooch and a single flower. "This is for you. A date is not such with out the traditional gift giving."
(It's slightly hard to tell under the veil, but she just might be blushing)
O-oh my, Mister Lazarus, I-I'm flattered, but that was not my intention!
(She fiddles with her necklace nervously)
It's lovely, but I couldn't possibly-
“Oh dear, my apologies. I must’ve misunderstood your intentions. Well, even if it’s not a date, take these. A token of a budding friendship.”
He mused, still holding the box.
“I can promise that they came from my collection of antiques. If I remember correctly, it came from a lady with a wish that it be met with another lady who would give it as much love as she gave it.”
Ichabod confirmed, watching Blanche.
Oh- oh... oh thank you for understanding. Perhaps in another life, alas-
(She smiles, showing off her fangs)
I will take good care of both. I am a florist you know!
Though I must ask how you kept it preserved for so long-
(Blanche takes the box, steps further into the house)
“I heard that salt can help preserve flowers if done correctly. I took my time with it. I’m very methodical when it comes to small projects like that.”
Ichabod responded, smiling a bit. He walked over to the foyer, sitting down on one of his chairs.
“It’s still a bit early so why don’t we chat here? Even the sunset can still hurt me without proper protection.”
Ah... I've always been one for growing, rather than preserving. I will have to practice this- perhaps the start of an arrangement.
(She takes a seat, smiles and pulls off her veil and hat, stows her parasol)
Turned, I take it?
“Very much so. Is it that easy to tell?”
Ichabod asks, leaning back as he got comfortable. He kept his eyes on the lady but would occasionally look away to watch the fire, taking in the warmth.
(She reopens the box, inspecting the brooch, admiring it's beauty.)
We tend to be more hospitable than our purer counterparts... at least in my experience...
(Then she looks up at him)
And you have been a gracious host
“Why thank you. Our purer counterparts here are well.. Not something to be messed with.”
Ichabod replied, letting out a sigh, a look of disgust on his face as he was starting to recount the night he got turned. His face soon turned back into a soft look when he noticed that Blanche was looking at him.
“Many thanks, madam. It seems that the sun has fully disappeared, shall we be on our way?”
Ah, finally! Free at last!
(She rises, and extends a hand)
I'll lead the way then? It's along fifth avenue, a little ways from here - and it seems to almost cater to our kind, frankly. You wouldn't believe the owner was skeptic...
Ichabod took her hand and stood, smiling.
“Oh? Thant sounds interesting. I can’t wait to try what the owner has to offer.”
He wiped off the nonexistent dirt from his lap before blowing out a few candles and going to the front door to open it up for Blanche.
“After you, M’lady.”
Thank you dearie-
(She stands, steps out, and pulls a parasol from God knows where)
What lovely manners you have
(She flashes a fanged smile before readjusting her veil, offering her free hand)
Ichabod joined her outside, closing the door before taking her hand. He straightened himself up.
“Thank you, manners keep the world from falling apart.”
He joked, laughing a bit.
(Blanche, too, laughs)
You say that like it's a bad thing... probably is. But it would be a sight to see, eh?
A small shrug came from Ichabod as he responded.
"It would be a sight to see but I don't think it would be a pretty one. Most likely gruesome or just overall annoying."
Aye, there's far more beauty in a living world. I would love to show you my gardens some time, if you're interested-
