"Yeah, me too. I'll start to get everything together once I'm dressed, so take your time." He kissed her cheek, then went over to his dresser, shuffling through it.
Vivienne stood at the end of the hallway. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. After a moment she approached Poppy, a small smirk on her face. "Good afternoon, Miss Abernathy."
(Oh, we're going!) Poppy stiffened, her key in the lock, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear self consciously. "Oh, hi."
(Was I not supposed to yet? I'm borrowing a laptop without permission so I just decided to start, ahah) "How's it going?" she asked smoothly her head cocking. It brought delicate strands of her in front of her face. "I would assume everything is well right now. I overheard your little plans for tonight."
(No, I'm excited!) She turned the ring on her finger with her thumb nervously, her free hand on the doorknob. "What do you want, Vivienne?" Her voice wasn't angry, but tired, and she looked up at her wth a raised eyebrow.
"Straight to the point, hm?" She chuckled lowly, before looking up, her green eyes piercing. "You know I could ruin him, right? Get him fired just like that?"
Her brow narrowed, and Poppy cocked her head, silent for a moment. ("Do you even have a life outside being a b-") "What are you implying?" she asked, her voice low and guarded.
(The only reason she's high-up is because she probably just seduced her superiors, so nope!) "I want you gone by tomorrow morning. You can spend one last night, but after this morning I better not see you with him again." She smiled politely. "Understand, hon?"
"You heard me," she said, turning around to conceal a smile. "If you're not gone tomorrow morning, then he's done. This is your last night."
"What... What is wrong with you?" Poppy asked her, her hand squeezing the handle tightly. "Do you really have nothing better to do?" (Poppy shouldn't be allowed to tell Francis, right? Otherwise he'll try to convince her to stay.)
"Oh, not at this hour," she said, checking her watch. "I just dislike you both. Hate would be a good word." Her head tilted slightly in thought. "Don't tell him, either. That's not allowed." She began walking, looking at her from the corner of her eye. "Make it last, Poppy. He'll be pretty disappointed." (Yes, that's what was planned)
Poppy leaned back against the door, trying to breathe. She felt her panicked heartbeat ram against her chest, and she put her hands to her head as she tried to figure out some sort of plan. Something. Anything. But the only thing that she could think of was his dreams, and his ambitions, and as she entered her room, she knew that she could never do that to him. Never force him to make that choice. She slipped into her pajamas, completely silent, and returned to his room, her face pale and grave.
(But she's his dreams and ambitions!) He had already gotten dressed, and was gathering the pillows and blankets. He turned around to look at her with a smile, before seeing her expression. He dropped the items and approached, his hands taking hers. "Poppy, are you alright?"
(But she can't do that to him! It's part of what she loves about him!) Her gaze flickered up to his, and she said nothing, her grey eyes desperately searching his brown ones for some sort of solution. She found nothing there besides love, however, and she shook her head slightly before stepping forward and kissing him deeply, his arms wrapping around his neck.
He immediately kissed her back, his arms embracing her. His expression was puzzled once he pulled away. "What's that about?"
She only shook her head and held back a sob, barely succeeding, and only having to clear her throat slightly. "N...Nothing. But... Francis... You know I love you, right? More than anything."
He seemed concerned, and his head cocked slightly. His hand reached up and grazed her jaw, the other passed firmly on her back. "I do.. Poppy, tell me what's going on?"
She buried her head in his shoulder and said nothing, hating herself for acting so weakly, but knowing she didn't have enough time left to process her emotions well. "Nothing. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Let's go to the observatory. Okay? Let's go there."
