valentine's day [closed]

[painalty]

[Because it's Valentine's Day, Sanson has retreated to Chaldea's kitchen to make hot chocolate for his Master with all the leftover chocolate in tow. Since there was a lot of leftover chocolate, discarded as the other Servants shaped their creations, melted down the chocolate, and stuffed the refrigerators full of the stuff, Sanson found himself brewing a very large pot. It was probably going to be enough for more people than just Ritsuka, Mash, maybe even the Chevalier d'Eon and - ] 

M-Marie?

[His senses told him there was someone else who had come in, just when he thought he had the kitchen all to himself once everyone else was done with their batches of chocolate. Even so, he was very surprised to see who had come in, and whips around abruptly. The cup and saucer in his hands nearly tumble to the floor and only his Assassin reflexes (though not as good as those of the real Assassins) save the precious ceramic from meeting a shattered end.]

Ah... [Sanson's cheeks flush bright pink as he tries to relax and quickly put the cup and saucer back onto the counter. He clears his throat and he tries to straighten up and at least look dignified. Even so, his heart skips a beat. Had she sought him out? Did she want to say anything, give him anything...

No, it's best not to get his hopes up. There were others more worthy of Marie's attention and chocolate.]

I-Is there anything you need? [Real smooth, Charles-Henri Sanson.]

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[guilloqueen]

[ ever since she contracted with ritsuka, marie has been one of the most open-minded servants in all of chaldea. few others could match her enthusiasm when it came to learning about and adopting the customs of the 21st century (even if she missed the mark just a little sometimes).

it isn't a surprise at all, then, that she's fully embraced the modern celebration of valentine's day. she loves love, after all—all of the sweets are both literally and metaphorically the cherry on top! how much better could you get?

she's cheerily humming to herself as she walks into the kitchen she'd helped decorate earlier in the week. when she sees sanson, she bounces on her heels and her face breaks out into its usual cherubic grin. ]

Oh my—hello, Sanson! [ a familiar bell-like giggle. ] How did I know I'd find you here?

[ ah, there's a hint—she set out specifically to look for him. also, her hands are very obviously folded behind her back, almost as if she's hiding something... ]

[painalty]

[Of course Marie would be enjoying Valentine's Day. She has so much love to give, she has room for every person in Chaldea in her heart, and sweets were everywhere. Marie would make chocolates, but would certainly receive a good number of them, too. It had crossed Sanson's mind to give her something she might like, but...would she even want it from him? It was laughable, the idea of giving the queen he put to the guillotine chocolate in his second life.

He looks at her - her smile, the way she could light up a room just by walking into it, the hands behind her back. Wait.

Sanson's face grows warmer and he just wants to crawl into a hole and hide. But at her words, he stifles a chuckle behind his fist.]

I'm afraid only you can answer that. I certainly don't know how you can find me in a place so full of Servants.

[It's possible that she DID set out to search for him, but the self-depreciating part of his mind keeps trying to silence that theory. Not to mention, it would be the height of disrespect to assume she wanted to give him something and that something was behind her back.

His eyes flick briefly to the covered, steaming pot of hot chocolate almost as if hoping it would provide a distraction for him to run away in embarrassment.]

[guilloqueen]

Mm... maybe it's fate!

[ as the red dusts his cheeks, she teasingly winks and laughs again.

deep down, it makes her so sad to know that sanson still harbors all that guilt for ending her life all those centuries ago. not only does she refuse to hold it against him for merely doing his duty as royal executioner, it quite literally happened in another lifetime. the past is the past, non?

perhaps luckily for him, his glance toward the stove piques marie's interest as well. whatever she originally came into the kitchen for is put aside as she rises onto her tiptoes to peek over his shoulder with curiosity (darn those silly shoulder horses!!). ]

Oh? Are you making something?

[painalty]

[Luckily for him, indeed. When she attempts to peek at what's on the stove, he steps aside accordingly so she can see the pot. Then he reaches out for one of the knobs and turns the heat down a bit.

The awkwardness seems to ebb away from him, replaced by a modest, quiet confidence - that of someone who wouldn't boast about what he can do, but who nonetheless takes a little pride in being good at something. Their Master had enjoyed the first cup Sanson had made for them as a return gift immensely; that alone was a boost for his self-esteem.

He manages a very faint but gentle smile.]

Yes, I am. I'm using some of the chocolate to create a sweet, nutritious drink.

[And he hoped he could give her some. He even made sure it had just the right amount of sweetness for Marie to enjoy, but not too much. Sanson still remembers the dumpling incident.]

It was...my return gift to Master.