hello!!!! Is it possible for you to write a random Chaurora scene on the spot? i'm asking if you can, and also if you will eheheh. Please?????
The answer is no, I can’t produce a Chaurora scene on the spot. That’s the bad news.
But good news: this question has been floating around in the back of my mind since you asked it, for months and months, and this is what (finally) came to me this evening:
That first date was also Chase’s first trip to the movies. Rory is sitting there in the dark theater, trying not to sneak glances at him through the previews, overthinking everything—the choice of the film, where they should sit, whether or not they should get popcorn or candy, whether or not her outfit is appropriate, whether or not it is ACTUALLY a good idea to start dating Chase, or if maybe they’re still too young.
Meanwhile, Chase is fascinated by the fact that there are images projected on the wall—there’s no illusion, no glamour, no Fey or sorcerer or witch. He figures out that the light is coming from a window up the wall behind them, and he stealthily flies up to check it, peering in at the computer/projector set up in there.
That’s the moment Rory finally sneaks a peek at Chase. He’s not there. Surprised, because she’s sitting closer to the aisle, she looks around. She wonders frantically if he’s changed his mind, decided against dating after all.
But he’s right there, clinging to the cinema wall, absolutely enthralled by whatever he sees in that window. His orange-red wings give an excited flutter, completely and obviously visible.
Rory’s heart skips in her chest—NOT in a good way. She is supremely grateful that she chose a movie that came out a while back. The only other people in the theater are an elderly couple, sitting close to the front, but still, Rory can’t believe he would be so reckless.
“Chase, glamour,” she hisses.
“But it’s not,” he whispers back, excited and oblivious. “It’s that electr—“
“No, I mean, you,” Rory replied. “You need the glamour, Chase.”
The little old lady up front starts turning around, fully prepared to hush them—the film is about to start. Rory panics, but Chase’s reflexes are faster. By the time the lady looks at them, Chase is back in his seat, fully glamoured back into 100% humanity.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he tells the old lady, smiling winningly at her.
Rory forces herself to take deep calming breaths, holding on hard to her arm rests, fighting the urge to tell him off.
Chase turns his grin to Rory—if he says something smart, she knows she will definitely disturb the whole theater with her retort—but he just takes her hand. Then he kisses the back of it in a way that reminds Rory, after the first flash of shock, that Chase’s big brother was a gallant Fey prince, and Chase has that in him too.
Her heart skips in her chest again—definitely in a good way.
“I’m glad we came,” Chase says, and suddenly, Rory is too. She settles her head on his shoulder to watch the movie.
They have a very nice time.
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