#ft. fitzgerald

They were friends before they were anything more,   and Ariadne would never see a reason to cease that.   Her own pride as the motivator,   she would never dream to show her hands to anyone   -   let alone someone she’d actually felt a vulnerability towards.   It’s why they still meet with a regularity that would,   for anyone else,   be difficult to maintain.   “   Apologies for my lateness,   Blaise is getting more and more adament that he doesn't need his afternoon naps,   ”   and as she leans down to plant a kiss to his cheek,   it is as if she is greeting nothing more than a friend.   To anyone else,   that’s all Fitz would ever be.   “   Though I see you’ve ordered without me.   ”   Eyes skim approvingly over the table,   littered with delicacies,   before she takes a seat across from him.   “   All the better,   I’m starved.   ”