Surprise Dates || Haydn x Liv
When Haven had told her she was setting her up on a date, Liv could have killed her dance partner. Almost literally, but then she would have needed to set it to rights, and she was pretty sure that necromancy was still outlawed by the Council. She’d argued and told the other girl that she didn’t need to be set up for anything, that she was doing quite well on her own, but Haven had simply laughed and given her the time and place to be there. She’d been assured that this wouldn’t go poorly like the blind dates her Mum had set her up on, but Liv didn’t really believe that for two seconds.
Dates were awkward enough as they were, even with people that were already known. She’d been assured that she and this “nice guy” would get along famously. Supposedly, he was very sweet and Wiccan, which meant they’d at least have a few things in common. Liv had also been assured that he was very attractive or “fucking hot”, as Haven had put it.
Haydn. That was the bloke’s name. Outside of the few details she’d been given, Liv had absolutely no idea what to expect. At least they were meeting up at one of the local non-chain tea houses. This way, she didn’t have to dress up, nor did she have to dress down. She’d chosen a pair of flattering, mid-rise jeans and a simple heather green shirt with three quarter length sleeves - not too low cut, but lower than a standard t-shirt collar - for the “date”.
She’d even made sure that she was a bit early, so that she could get the lay of the land and find the exit doors in case a hasty escape were needed. Wavy, dark hair had been pulled back into a rather sloppy ponytail, and she pulled a tendril over her shoulder to fidget with it nervously while she waited. All the while wondering if this had been a good idea, or if she should have just stayed home.
Curse you, Haven, she thought good naturedly. I’m so blaming you if this goes to shite.
@muse-roulette
