Elsie had never been one for parties. She had never truly been a social person, so living in the little bubble necessitated by Elliot had never impinged upon any social tendencies. Elsie had actually been quite surprised to see the train tickets, but then, they did get rather sentimental around Halloween. They'd made quite a similar picture three years ago, which was just about the last time she could remember doing this.
But it had been a very heavy year and a half, and things had been going so well for them. Today, she felt… light. Yes, that was the word, she felt light, and they deserved one night, after the
years they had had. So they had dressed up, had
drinks, talked to old friends…
Just waving off a classmate, she beamed with surprise when she felt Elliot. She turned to better put her arms around him and stumbled slightly on the long trail of
golden hair that had wound itself around one of her ankles. "Whoops!" she let out, bracing herself on Elliot. Trying to gracefully detangle herself, which was a bit of a challenge given the costume and her slight inebriation, she bit her lip. "I think I overestimated the brilliance of this costume." She looked extremely guilty and lowered her voice, saying, "I tripped a mummy and accidentally broke someone's beak in less than two minutes."
Winding her arms around him, without incidence this time, she smiled quite dreamily. "But slight accidents and some threats to scalp me aside, yes." She raised herself on tip-toe to kiss him. "I am. Are you?"
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