AN: There's something special about the.. ahem, sentences. I'll let you know what it is at the bottom, but maybe some of you will figure it out on your own:) Luke and Lorelai are happily dating, etc, have been together for a long time. Just a quick little fic I wrote because I didn't feel like working on my other one.
Warm coffee trickles from the coffee maker into the pot, the rich dark substance gurgling and bubbling quietly. It's hushed and peaceful in the diner, the whirlwind of color and noise, also known as the morning rush, is long gone, and the diner is nestled under a spell of peace and serenity, a sleepy blanket entangling the normally busy establishment. Languidly stooping to stuff a few rumpled napkins onto a ledge of the shelves, Luke's fingers touch upon a small velvet-covered box hidden in a deep shadowy nook of the cupboard. Luke's mouth forms into a genuine smile, dimples forming at the edges of his mouth, flickering in the crevices of his skin.
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Yawning contently, Lorelai rearranges a stack of brochures, and heads to the kitchen, her heals clicking woodenly against the floor, resounding with an echo. One swift push of the door and Lorelai is gazing at the familiar surroundings of the Inn's kitchen, counters covered with an assortment of vegetables, herbs, and various delicacies. Unearthing a clean cup from the cupboard, she pauses at the coffee machine, running her mug under the stream of coffee, sighing gently as she smells the rich goodness escape with a hiss and dance gracefully into the air.
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Meanwhile, Luke strums his fingers on the counter, eying the deserted diner. A sense of drowsiness overcomes him as he sits down on a chair, firmly planting his toned body on the seat, hands resting on the chipped edges of the table. Rubbing his temples, he breathes in the soothing ventilation circling the room, his fan humming resolutely in the background. Running past the diner, Andrew glances through the polished windows, a grin forming on his face. Yawning roughly, and blissfully unaware of Andrew's eyes resting upon him, Luke looks ahead blindly, staring past the salt and pepper shakers on the table, casting his eyes into space.
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Methodically sorting papers at her desk, Lorelai's mind wanders, her soft blue eyes dreamily gazing into the distance, a smile etched on her face. Easy to guess who each is thinking of, isn't it?
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Yellowing envelopes lay strewn in the helter-skelter of the desk, discarded with a quick sweep of the hand, as Lorelai stands up straighter, shoulders arching gracefully, eyes turned towards the opening door of the Inn. Entering swiftly, stiffly running across the room, eyes flashing and burning, Luke pauses at the front desk, his breathing deep and heavy, trembling hand extended, palm partially open, displaying a velvet box. Sunlight illuminates the ring from every angle, prisms and rainbows of color forming around the edges, as Lorelai's clear blue eyes widen and her breath stops for a moment, quickly followed by a few tears gently trickling down her cheeks, replaced with a wide, ear-to-ear grin.
AN: If you didn't get it yet, Look at the first letter of each sentence. I considered bolding them, but thought it would be just too cheesy that way. Ehm, so did I overdo it with the description? Also, I think my sentences tend to be too long. Please review, let me know what was worked and what didn't work. )