#wolf!javert

Thera could claim that she didn't mean to tease. There were plenty of times when she actually didn't, when her natural way of a joke or a touch, when simply being herself, at leisure, around their shared lodgings resulted in grey eyes following her, a glint only barely hidden behind. She didn't mind, not especially and in some cases not in the least; coaxing any sort of ease from him was a victory, and that kind most of all.

So there was a great deal of precedent, one she could fall back upon if she were truly so moved. If it wouldn't be a blatantly obvious lie. Another side of the matter was that she had discovered and very definitely learned what did the trick.

(From Wolf!Javert) The day had always passed Javert by as irrelevant. Subconsciously he still saw it that way, in the sense that one day was the same as another, but it would serve as an excuse to artificially change that impression. They could afford to pause for enjoyment even if only an hour or two, both of them being too willing at times just to press on regardless.

He had kept it simple to suit his taste and budget; packed up his spoils in a satchel, then brought it and a proposal to Thera as if in supplication. Even now he half expected rejection of such a silly idea, to take a detour without purpose. One thing he kept to himself- the precise nature of his plan.

"It's a secret- but I'm confident you'll like it. And if not, at least you'll be fed. Is that acceptable?" ------------

One day the same as another. That vague, drifting blend had slipped into her thoughts more often of late - or more accurately, past her guard. An unwelcome situation and potentially a dangerous one, if the lack of attention, interest and verve were to become the norm. An immortal life must be life, not an unmarked and untended toil.

Such it had drifted close to being until she'd caught herself, once again, reminding to breathe and to look around, to find something to enjoy. To look at a calendar, in specific, to a startled surprise at the approaching date.

With faint clue as to whether Javert would also notice, or be spurred to action ... well, there was in fact those small tells of his that said he was up to something, but at least still aware of previous year's warning that he not work himself to the bone. But regardless, a journey from their lodgings to the local stores had ensued, selection not being vast but proving to be enough.

Name: Javert

Age: 28 ((might be 29 by now, but what is time anyway))

Do you like to cuddle?: Not with just anyone.

Can we make-out?: Yes.

A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out, beyond whatever inn we’re staying at, would seem more special.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m honest, I have a sense of humor once you unearth it, and I’d fight for or with you if it came to that.

Would you cook for me?: No.

Would you let me cook for you?: No.