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[cardamomblessing]

[It's] all about lust. He's gorgeous, and I think I could love him.

Sinead O'Connor, on her infatuation with Robert Downey Jr

[deliria-rpg]

I am burning || Sweeran

As soon as Taylor has suggested doing something to celebrate his nomination, Ed knew exactly what he wanted to do. The boy had left the hotel soon after they'd spoken, with his wallet and a cigarette lighter in his back pocket. He had two hours to prepare, and he was determined to make this a night that Taylor wouldn't forget for a long time. He'd noticed the park the other day, as he'd walked past it with Tay, and it had looked drab, a lonely swing set and a little round table which sat in the centre of a large patch of grass. Ed had seen it, though, and he'd seen it's potential, and that was the only reason that the boy had marched into the shop and bought every single tealight they had on the shelves.

Candles in hand, Ed made his way around the corner to the park. Looking now, he noticed a small bridge that went over a stream. He smiled, and pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Taylor, wanting to weave the bridge into the night.

"Change of plan; I'll pick you up from the hotel. Wear walking shoes! xx"

Locking the device and slipping it back into his pocket, he set about laying the tealights over the handles of the bridge, and creating a path between them that went over the bridge, around the swingset completely, and right to the table. There were a few left, so he placed them in the center of the table, creating a spiral pattern. The boy checked the time, and it was past five. Just enough time to finish this off. He ran around like a squirrel, lighting all the tealights, finishing with the ones over the bridge.

Jogging now, Ed made his way back to the hotel and jumped in the shower, changing into something more date-appropriate afterwards. Taylor was nowhere to be seen, so either she was in the bedroom getting changed or was giving herself minimal time to get ready, but that was ok; it just meant that Ed could pull his picnic basket out of the cupboard and fill it with the sandwiches he'd made, the pizza he'd bought earlier and shove the bottle of lemonade down the side. He sat down at the small table, and put the food by his feet, hidden. Now all there was to do was wait for Taylor to appear.