#wtscpenelopefields

[graygisbourne]

One Hundred Sleepless Nights || Penelope and Gray

Gray slowly blinked awake, frowning to see that the digital alarm clock by his bed read 3:16 AM. This was the fifth time he had gotten up in the past two hours, and he didn't have any ideas as to why. He rolled over with a groan, burying his face into his pillow for a moment before rubbing at his eyes with the heel of one hand, reaching one arm back to grab his phone, wincing slightly when the screen lit up. He dimmed the screen's brightness, then went to his messages, sending Penelope a quick message.

[SMS - Penelope] Are you still awake?

[abbottknowsitall]

Oh it's just me || Abbott and Penelope

He felt like he should regret it. Getting out of his couch. Leaving his comfortable apartment. But the idea wouldn't get out of his mind. He had to politely send his apologies for his stupidity to Silena. What would be better than flowers. He remembered Storybrooke had a florist. He wondered if Silena would like some flowers. He smiled to himself just by thinking about her. 

He stood in front of the little shop admiring the flowers. He wondered what flowers would Silena like. And he just stared thinking about it. What would she like? Why was so hard to please women?

[offwithhis-head]

Strange Little Valentine || Blind Date || Penelope & Jefferson

Date: 14th February, Valentine's Day

Location: Outside Penelope's home, Storybrooke, Maine

Jefferson held a slip of paper in his fingers, giving it one last check to ensure that, yes, he was at the right house. Satisfied, he slipped it into his jacket pocket, stifling a sigh. Why did he sign up anyway? It wasn't as if he didn't have enough company. This woman (Penelope Fields, was it?) was one of the few he didn't know. Not by name, at least. Maybe he'd remember once he saw her face. After all, he knew every face in Storybrooke who had passed his telescopes.

He made his way to the door, pausing once he reached it. He held one hand to it, the other raised to read his watch. He waited until the exact second when the second hand clicked seven thirty, before giving three short knocks.

[whatisyettocome]

Text Message: Dinner Plans [Aisa and Penelope]

A: [Would you care for dinner tonight? Lacey said she invited you over sometime.]