victorian era {private}

[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron paused for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table for a moment. "Uh, I think so?" He said, getting up and walking toward a rather small closet. Arron opened the door and shuffled through it. Finding a suit his father and mother bought him. Still clean and untouched. Arron had never actually had a reason to wear it. He pulled it out, folding it across his arm as he searched for more. "I have this," He said, pulling back more clothes. "I don't think-" He paused, eyes lighting up as he remembered the blue and black dress he'd kept under his bed. It was left by a former date that didn't exactly end well. Arron had kept it to dress up and dance around in. He'd chosen to hide it incase any other company wanted to question him about it. Arron put the suit down on the table, running over and pulling out a rather large box and lifting the lid. He carefully grabbed the dress and held it up, spinning to Oliver. "This! I dress up in it sometimes so it might be a little big but it should work!" he said, spinning around. "You'll be a cute little princess and I'll be your prince!"

Oliver shifted in his chair to look at Arron, watching as he sorted through his closet. The dark haired boy rested his chin on the back of the chair and began to perhaps daydream a little bit about how handsome Arron would look in the suit. He blinked as the other walked over to the box, and looked at him quizzically. “What’s in that?” He inquired as he watched Arron open it and pull out the midnight blue dress. Ollie’s expression changed quite rapidly, a bright blush appearing on his pale face. His immediate reaction was to shout ‘of course not’ but Arron’s elated expression made him remember that the other hadn’t ever been to a ball once in is life. “I-“ Oliver stuttered, his gaze flicking from Arron to the dress. “F-fine, but-“ He struggled to think of a response to this, looking exasperated. “Yes I’ll wear the dress, but what will we say? I doubt you’re on the guest list, no offence.” He pointed out, his face still red.

[judas]

Originally Posted by meraki

Oliver shifted in his chair to look at Arron, watching as he sorted through his closet. The dark haired boy rested his chin on the back of the chair and began to perhaps daydream a little bit about how handsome Arron would look in the suit. He blinked as the other walked over to the box, and looked at him quizzically. “What’s in that?” He inquired as he watched Arron open it and pull out the midnight blue dress. Ollie’s expression changed quite rapidly, a bright blush appearing on his pale face. His immediate reaction was to shout ‘of course not’ but Arron’s elated expression made him remember that the other hadn’t ever been to a ball once in is life. “I-“ Oliver stuttered, his gaze flicking from Arron to the dress. “F-fine, but-“ He struggled to think of a response to this, looking exasperated. “Yes I’ll wear the dress, but what will we say? I doubt you’re on the guest list, no offence.” He pointed out, his face still red.

Arron set the dress down, sitting backwards in his chair, he leaned his face in his palm. He hummed as his eyes danced back to Oliver and the dress. Honestly, he'd thought Ollie would look cute in anything. Arron's eyes widened as he realized Oliver was right. "I suppose we could just say we were someone else? I'm sure they haven't met everyone there in person right?" He said nervously, fiddling with the buttons on his own suit.

[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron set the dress down, sitting backwards in his chair, he leaned his face in his palm. He hummed as his eyes danced back to Oliver and the dress. Honestly, he'd thought Ollie would look cute in anything. Arron's eyes widened as he realized Oliver was right. "I suppose we could just say we were someone else? I'm sure they haven't met everyone there in person right?" He said nervously, fiddling with the buttons on his own suit.

Oliver looked at him considerately, and crossed one leg over the other, his knee bouncing a little. “Well, if we’re really doing this, you could always just say you’re me,” he pointed out with a shrug. He really wished his blush would go away, it was quite embarrassing. ‘I bet if I were tan or something my face wouldn’t always get so red,’ he thought to himself, exhaling a sigh as he thought. The dark haired boy looked back down at his hands, absently cracking his knuckles once again as he tended to do when he thought.

[judas]

Originally Posted by meraki

Oliver looked at him considerately, and crossed one leg over the other, his knee bouncing a little. “Well, if we’re really doing this, you could always just say you’re me,” he pointed out with a shrug. He really wished his blush would go away, it was quite embarrassing. ‘I bet if I were tan or something my face wouldn’t always get so red,’ he thought to himself, exhaling a sigh as he thought. The dark haired boy looked back down at his hands, absently cracking his knuckles once again as he tended to do when he thought.

Arron paused, stopping himself as he looked up. "Ah yeah, that would work," he said, getting up. He moved over to Oliver, handing him the dress. "We should probably start getting ready soon anyway," Arron smiled, pretending to dance around. "This will officially be my first party." He laughed, excitement radiating from him.

[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron paused, stopping himself as he looked up. "Ah yeah, that would work," he said, getting up. He moved over to Oliver, handing him the dress. "We should probably start getting ready soon anyway," Arron smiled, pretending to dance around. "This will officially be my first party." He laughed, excitement radiating from him.

Oliver relaxed a bit as he realise that the plan would ultimately work out, if everything went smoothly that is. He watched as Arron stood and his face went bright red once again, having nearly forgotten about what it was he’d have to wear. You lost your chance to object, he thought with a sigh and stood, unable to hide a smile at Arron’s enthusiasm. Holding the dress in his arms, it was surprisingly heavy and Oliver glanced down at it, then back up to the other man. “I suppose so,” he began. “Where should I...change?”

[judas]

Originally Posted by meraki

Oliver relaxed a bit as he realise that the plan would ultimately work out, if everything went smoothly that is. He watched as Arron stood and his face went bright red once again, having nearly forgotten about what it was he’d have to wear. You lost your chance to object, he thought with a sigh and stood, unable to hide a smile at Arron’s enthusiasm. Holding the dress in his arms, it was surprisingly heavy and Oliver glanced down at it, then back up to the other man. “I suppose so,” he began. “Where should I...change?”

Arron clapped his hands, looking around with a confused look for a moment. He'd never really had to share a house with someone before. "Oh let me see," Arron tapped his foot, "I guess you could just change in my room, it's the only real room with a door other than the outhouse out back." He motioned to the room, the door open seeing as he'd just walked in their moments before.

[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron clapped his hands, looking around with a confused look for a moment. He'd never really had to share a house with someone before. "Oh let me see," Arron tapped his foot, "I guess you could just change in my room, it's the only real room with a door other than the outhouse out back." He motioned to the room, the door open seeing as he'd just walked in their moments before.

Oliver looked over at the open door and nodded, glancing down at the dress and then back to Arron and nodded. “Alright,” he began, starting towards his room and walking in, looking around briefly before adding a quick “thanks,” and shutting the door behind him. Oliver leaned his back against the door with a sigh, silently cursing himself for being so awkward. He sighed and looked at the dress, wondering how the hell to even start.