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It's For Your Own Good

Blind Date Meme

Let's face it, sometimes it's difficult finding someone to share your time, and your heart (or maybe just your body), with. Luckily for you, you have well meaning friends. Unfortunately for you, you have well meaning friends who didn't tell you this was coming. That's right. They have taken it upon themselves (and no doubt friends of friends or family members or someone else who clearly doesn't know you) to arrange a date. Without telling you.

That's right. The dreaded blind date. Which means now you've got to get through at least a reasonable amount of time with a total stranger (or maybe not a stranger if you're particularly, well, we can't say if it's lucky or not) before you can reasonably escape. Maybe it will go well. Maybe this will be the start of the rest of your lives. Maybe you'll get laid. Maybe you'll have a horror story for the ages.

No matter what plays out, though, you're here. Might as well see just how your luck is going to play out.

How to Play
1. Post your character and canon below along with any preferences. Then go back and edit your comment with the next number in order (i.e. first TL is 1, second is 2, etc)
2. Tag other TLs. If a character isn't in normal preferences, ask if they might want a date that goes poorly instead!
3. Optionally, get yourself a truly blind experience by going here and randomly generating a number. Then find the matching TL (numbered back in step one) and enjoy your blind date.
4. For more fun, use the list in the first comment for randomized date locations!

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[He is here under protest. Firm protest. But the problem was that there was little that Lunafreya could ask of him that Ravus would refuse, and so here he was.

At least the restaurant, high class as it was, had quality wine. Which he was having a glass of while he waited at his table with the single sylleblossom bloom to indicate his presence to whomever for whom he might be awaiting.]

[The Dragoons had been merciless and Dion assured his men that he did not need a date. But after so much ribbing, he finally relented and the company had chosen a worthy 'suitor' as they called this date. Dion was royally outraged but just clenched his jaw and his fists at his side. They glibly gave a small description and the only thing that kept him from backing out was that the man would have a blue flower with him. Dion stopped and looked at the white Wyvern Tail on the table. This very well might be a thing that they had in common.

He talked himself out of coming in his dragoon uniform and managed to find a nice silver and white suit. And on the appointed night out, he slipped away from his company and headed to the restaurant. His soft gold eyes scanned the crowd and thought..wait. There, at the table not far from the entrance was the blue flower, so he walked over to the table and came face to face with a man with beautiful silver hair framing his face and an intense set of eyes so it took a moment for him to speak.]

I am Dion Lesage. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Ravus Nox Fleuret?

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[There were many people that could arrive, that would make Ravus annoyed to even see them at the start. Not that he would send them away. His sister would be cross. But the man who arrives is elegant, speaks in an elevated manner, and ah, the clothing. He could appreciate a man who had taste in how he might dress himself and chose colors that suited him.

Though a hint of purple would not be amiss.

He rises to his feet and offers the other a polite bow. It was more his style than shaking hands was, perhaps an artifact of his royal upbringing.]

That would be correct. Please, join me.

[Dion would privately admit to himself that he was impressed the gorgeous man before him had bowed. He wasn't sure if the others had told this man who he was or if they had informed him of his title. The royal dragoon had told those that were determined to set him up on this date that he absolutely didn't want it known because he didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable in his presence. Still, he nodded his head politely to the man and sat down across from him as he was bade.]

I trust that I have not kept you waiting?

[Hilariously enough, Ravus Nox Fleuret might be one of the few people alive unable to be flustered by Dion's title. Uncomfortable would not be possible from that alone. Once the other had sat Ravus returns to his feet.]

It would be inaccurate to say that you have not left me waiting. This is, however, not your doing. I am the one that arrived early.

[Dion's golden eyes looked up at Ravus as the man stood. And for a moment he paused, wondering if something was amiss. Once he heard the report, he shook his head.]

And even if that is the case, please inform me as to how may I repay you for your time?

[Two men, frightfully polite. Wasn't this an interesting issue.]

I assure you that it would be unbecoming of me to accept some form of recompense for my own behavior. There is nothing gentlemanly about that.

[Dion smiled and gestured to the seat across from him.]

Then please have a seat and we'll see about sharing a pleasant evening together.

[Ravus nods and returns to his seat. Of course he does. He is quite content with this.]

Shall I order a wine to go with a starter?

[Dion is pleased and it shows, especially since his date wasn't deserting him. All of his growing up in the dragoons were fine for comradery. There had been romance among the ranks as well, but..no he wasn't going to dwell on his failed relationship with Terence.]

Yes, wine would be a very welcome addition to the table, thank you.

[Why would Ravus desert him? It would be disrespectful. What he does for now is wave for a server to join them.]

I shall order a white. While I do not think either of us to be clumsy just from first glance, the whites would be horrid to get wine from, and my arm can... misbehave from time to time."

[Dion is pleased that Ravus is waving a server over. A man that can take command, he likes it and nods approvingly.]

White is a good choice.

[And then he isn't going to ask about the arm, yet. He could play the waiting game on that count.]

Then we shall have to wait and see on that last count.

Of course. Now might I ask some things about you? It would be useful to come to know the man I have met here.

Dion nodded as he sat back in some semblance to find a comfortable position to sit in. "Discourse is a wise way to gain knowledge of another person. I have no objections."

But inwardly he wondered what those questions would be.

Ravus nods and considers the man.

"You speak as one of great education. Might I ask about that?"

There was a smile at first, which slowly turned sad. "I was privileged to grew up under one of the greatest tutors known in my home land. His name is Master Harpocrates. Although I'm afraid I didn't remain under his tutelage to my own dismay."

He nodded almost solemnly at Ravus. "Did you perchance have a master of the same skill to grow up under I wonder?"

Harpocrates. Yes, Ravus has heard of that man in passing, read a book or two of his.

"Not one on that level. But those tutors I have experienced have been those who were selected predominately for my sister's needs."

And that's just how it worked for them, given he was not the heir.

That statement caught Dion's attention. "For your sister? I see." He nodded and looked down thoughtfully. This wasn't his place to question as to why that was, it was simply a fact that Ravus was conveying.

He then tried a smile as he looked back up at the other man. "Perhaps you will find one along your way."

Ravus chuckles and shakes his head.

"I see no need for additional tutoring at this point. I know what is needed to survive in the life I have chosen, and to best support my sister as her advisor and regent when is needed."

So he does not need to remotely learn more save what is taught to him by those he works with. That is fine for him.

Dion nodded. If Ravus didn't want or feel the need to find another tutor or anything of the sort, it wasn't his business to pry or make any further comment.

"If that is your answer, then it is indeed more than enough."

He then shook his head with a slight smile. "Forgive my getting off of the topic at hand, which is I believe to ensure that we both sup and feast this day."

"From my understanding of the purpose of such meetings as this, being 'off topic' is how one grows to know another," he says with a shrug.

So clearly he 1) forgives Dion, and 2) has little experience with this sort of thing.

Dion smiled. Ravus' words were heartening because it was the Emperor himself that was sure he'd gone off topic and that was bad.

"I will keep that in mind. I suppose getting off topic can be a rather pleasant way to encourage connection."

Hopefully this was going better than he thought.

"It is. It can allow us to find connections," Ravus notes. "So we should allow our words to meander in such manners by which we will come to know each other."

He nodded. "I am afraid that I am somewhat rusty here on matters such as these, but you are indeed correct." It was an apology, as he hadn't meant to ever date again actually after what had transpired between himself and Terence.

"Then perhaps we should find some bit of common ground to meander to."

At least Dion had some experience in relatively recent order. Ravus hadn't been involved in a romance since before his mother's... passing.

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