Day #4: On a date

Dating wasn't their specialty. Sure, they were engaged (not by choice), but they weren't experts. The 'date' - if one could call it that, came to mind by the fact neither of them really spend any real time together. Cecilia was always off doing jobs for the Queen and lived with a daily suffocating schedule and Elliot was preoccupied with college. So, the first chance Elliot got when there was a gap in their busy lives, he took the chance to have at least one date.

"Circus?" Elliot suggested, twirling a strand of navy blue curls around his finger.

At his suggestion of going to a circus, Cecilia automatically shook her head. "No, not interesting." She uttered, continuing to read the document she held in her hand. Either ignoring the boy playing with her hair or was just too preoccupied reading to notice.

"Opera?"

"They put me to sleep."

"Walk around town?"

"..At night?"

Beginning to run out of ideas, Elliot groaned obnoxiously, resting his forehead against her work desk. "C'mon! There must be something we could do that's at least interesting to you!" He complained, dropping the strands he held in his hand.

Sighing at the complaint, Cecilia dropped the papers into a disoriented pile. Looking over to the mop of blonde hair that infested the edge of her desk, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "..Theatre?"

Hearing the suggestion of going to the theatre, Elliot grumbled. "Who likes the theatre?"

"..I do?" Cecilia answered, sounding somewhat offended.

Although the theatre wasn't his favourite past time, it was the only thing they seemed to agree on. They'd need to work on that. Picking his head up, a fine red line plain obvious on his forehead. "Alright! Theatre it is. Except, I have one request."

"And that is..?" Cecilia asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Don't bring Sebastian. It's just you and me tonight."

At the request, Cecilia was nearly ready to turn it down. Elliot even knew she and Sebastian were like glue. Where she went, the blacknette followed. But, it couldn't hurt to leave the demon behind, right? After all, it was just for one night. It wouldn't kill anyone. "Alright, fine." She reluctantly agreed, getting up from her seat.

A huge smile formed on Elliot's lips as he practically tossed her coat to her. "Well, c'mon!" He mused happily, grabbing hold of her hand. The poor girl hardly had enough time to even put on her jacket before she was dragged out the door of her study.

At the theatre, the two paid for tickets to see Macbeth. Problem was, Elliot either never heard of it or he has and just forgot.

"So, what's this play about again?" The blonde ask as he held onto Cecilia's hand as they walked through the row of seats.

"You've never read it?" Cecilia asked taking a seat.

Elliot shook his head. "No, I'm not a fan of plays."

"And you wanted to see an opera.." The bluenette complained under breath. "It's by the same guy who wrote Hamlet?"

"Didn't we do that play for a charity event?" He asked,

"..Yes." That was honestly the worst event of her short life - but as it turned out wasn't that bad after all.

"Oh." Elliot uttered, sinking down into his seat.

When the play started, the two sat in almost silence. Elliot continued to ask Cecilia questions about what was currently happening and why every one was practically dying. Which..ruined the play for the both of them - more Cecilia than him. When it ended, they walked outside. "You alright?" Cecilia asked him,

"Yeah, I'm just confused.." Elliot admitted, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"About what?" She asked him, looping her arm around his as they began walking to the carriage.

"The play. I don't get it."

"There isn't that much to get, Eli."

"Maybe not, but it's confusing." He complained, a puff rose to his cheeks as he opened the door.

Rolling her eyes, she climbed into the carriage. "I'll read it to you sometime."

Smiling at her offer, he followed her inside and sat besides her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For saying yes to our first date." He told her, placing a gentle kiss against her cheek. "We need to do it again sometime."

"So we can see another play?"

"No. We're never watching another play."

"..Kill joy."