They Say It's Your Birthday

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Who: Fred and Wesley
What: Fred plans an evening for Wesley on his birthday
When: Dec 22 - Dec 28, Wesley's Birthday Week
Where: Wesley's Parisian Apartment, Catacombs, Paris
Rating: PG 13 --> ? TBD by muses. Will Update as needed.

She couldn't say, exactly, when she'd made the decision.

If only because it felt as if there really wasn't a decision to make. The remaining distance between herself and Wesley had felt far more bearable with a mystical castle and the majority of a town separating them. Fred wasn't as certain about distance making things fonder anymore, so much as manageable. But now he was just across the hall.

Just across. And it might as well have been the same space, for all the protection from her own thoughts that offered. You couldn't see through walls, at least not in the traditional sense. But you could feel heat through them. It might be winter in Paris, but it certainly wasn't in Fred's small studio apartment.

And now? It was Wesley's birthday.

Maybe, back at home, that might've looked entirely different. Dinner, maybe. Another not-quite-as-planned date. And there always seemed to be some distraction or the other. But they weren't in Paradisa, they were in Paris.

And now she was back to the part to it not really being a decision.

It didn't take much to break into his apartment. She'd never had much trouble with locks, not when she set her mind to them. Wesley was still at work, which suited her plans perfectly. After all, if he'd been here? She might not've been allowed much further than the living room. But Wesley wasn't there. And that afforded her plenty of time to locate a handful of candles tucked under one cabinet, and to light them along the perimeters of his bedroom. Even if truthfully the lights coming from the window were far more appealing.

A bottle of wine and two glasses sat quietly on his dresser. Because it was Paris, and there was more definitely wine. Either way, her lack of deciding aside? Whatever Wesley decided, they could still spend the evening together.

Finally she settled herself -- and a familiar bit of blue fabric -- onto his bed.

And waited.

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For Wes, the day was much like any other. He tended not to celebrate his birthdays. Certainly never had parties thrown in his honour. He was used to it being a quiet affair, with little to no fanfare.

It always seemed to be over-shadowed by the impending Christmas celebrations and the gift-buying fever which accompanied it.

This time, he did plan to at least see what Fred was doing, just in case she wanted to share the evening with him. But when he stopped outside her door and knocked discreetly a few times, there was no answer. She had to be out.

Pushing down a pang of disappointment, Wes let himself into his own apartment, peeling off his jacket and tossing his keys on the side table.

Then he froze, hearing the rustle of movement coming from the bedroom. On the alert for trouble, he approached cautiously, even grabbing a ceramic statue to use as a club if he had to.

But then he saw the candelight...

"What on earth?"

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Evening of the 27th

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She'd heard about the catacombs that honeycombed under the city, of course. But it was sheer accident that cause Fred to stumble across one of the actual entry points into them. The foundation of their apartment building was clearly old, and obviously parts of a previous structure still lingered in the basement. She'd merely been curious to explore the place they currently identified as home.

The passageway was dark and dawn, and nearly concealed by the crates and boxes stacked in front of it. Still, Fred expected part of herself would never shake her ability to sense more now. An expansion of space. The cool and the hidden that hopefully lead to security.

It only took Fred a few steps to sort out just what she'd found. And a few more hours where curiosity clearly ruled all else. But after a while, it struck her that she might be both in need of a few supplies?

And company.

Carefully tracing her way back, she headed upstairs in search of Wesley.