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under_the_radarDaniel was tidying. He'd been tidying for what seemed like days but the apartment was looking spotless and that was all that mattered.
When he was finally done, he looked at his watch. Amelie would be here in thirty minutes. Just enough time for a quick shower. When he was done, he changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a soft, well loved white tshirt. They'd agreed that tonight was going to be quiet and casual. No fancy clothes or food. Just a homemade pizza (the one thing Daniel knew he was good at.) and a few beers, while they watched a movie together on the couch.
He smiled at the thought of curling up with Amelie on his couch. They'd had to put up with more than enough shit from family and press lately and this evening sounded like the best way to deal with it.
Just as the clock struck seven, the buzzer sounded. Daniel smiled and went to the intercom.
"Hey...Come on up." He said, pressing the door release.
When he was finally done, he looked at his watch. Amelie would be here in thirty minutes. Just enough time for a quick shower. When he was done, he changed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a soft, well loved white tshirt. They'd agreed that tonight was going to be quiet and casual. No fancy clothes or food. Just a homemade pizza (the one thing Daniel knew he was good at.) and a few beers, while they watched a movie together on the couch.
He smiled at the thought of curling up with Amelie on his couch. They'd had to put up with more than enough shit from family and press lately and this evening sounded like the best way to deal with it.
Just as the clock struck seven, the buzzer sounded. Daniel smiled and went to the intercom.
"Hey...Come on up." He said, pressing the door release.
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9/4/15 17:55 (UTC)Squeezing her hand, Daniel smiled and decided to come as clean as possible. "My Father would like me to hate that you even have magic at all but it always struck me as so stupid. It's like hating someone because they have blue eyes or something. You can't help it. And I wouldn't want you to, even if you could. Honestly, I think it must be as hard to live up to your Mothers magical standards as it is for me to live up to my Fathers social and political ones." He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm curious, sure, but if you never mentioned it again, I'd be totally okay with it." He said, wanting to reassure her.