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ariadne,
gawain

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Characters: Ariadne and Gawain
Date/Time: Starting Friday, August 5.
Location: Lincoln, NE
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Potential weapons-grade cuteness
Summary: Ariadne comes to Lincoln for a weekend visit.

After a long flight, the plane finally touched down in the city. The view below hadn't been much to look at once they had gotten over the mountains, but the city itself seemed bustling enough from what she could tell.

Walking into the airport, Ariadne looked for Gawain among the people milling there, both on the upper levels and looking over to the balcony.

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Gawain looked off into space and contemplated her very reasonable question. "Presently, I'm trying to not act rashly, as I have in the past, and see what happens. A time requiring action on my part may come along, but I want to handle it properly." He turned back to her with a wry smile. "In the meantime, I intend to focus on what I do best: look for the Grail. What are your plans, then?"

"Truthfully? Keep my head down, do my job... And hope Hades doesn't come asking for romantic advice," she answered with a grin. "Do you really suppose the Grail's still out there somewhere?"

"So even the Lord of the Underworld is perplexed by romance," Gawain said, laughing. "I would like to think the Grail is still out there somewhere. At least I hope the spiritual enlightenment it represents is still attainable."

"If he becomes king of Olympus, apparently he's gotten Aphrodite to agree to be his queen," Ariadne explained.

"I'm sure the spiritual part is still available. After all, it's kind of why I carry this." Reaching into her purse, Ariadne pulled out a pocket-sized replica of the Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth. "The real one in France was for people who wanted to make a spiritual pilgrimage, but couldn't go to the Holy Land. Instead, they could walk through the labyrinth and the Church considered it an equivalent in the eyes of God."

"That is really beautiful, my friend," he said, admiring the replica. "I like to think it is possible to attain enlightenment anywhere one happens to be, by successfully traversing the labyrinth of one's soul."

"Well, it makes for a good meditative exercise, anyway," Ariadne said, lightly tracing her finger over the familiar grooves. Normally she used the stylus, but she wasn't going through it right now. "It helps clear my mind when I need to concentrate."

He lightly touched her finger with his and followed it as she traced the pattern. Doing so indeed provided a sense of serenity and clarity.

"You like it?" Ariadne asked gently, looking up when she felt his touch.

"Very much so," he said, taking her hand in his.

"Are we still talking about the labyrinth?" she teased gently, curling her fingers around his.

"Maybe we are, maybe we aren't," he teased in response. Before he knew it, he found himself gently pressing his lips against hers.

Ariadne blinked for a moment, but she eased into the kiss. The pocket-sized labyrinth fell from her fingers to clatter on the store's floor as she slid her arms around him.

The sound of the pocket-sized labyrinth clattering on the floor startled him. Suddenly he started to laugh as he held her.

"Your Highness, I am so sorry I made you drop your labyrinth ...."

Ariadne glanced at it.
"Oh, don't worry. That thing is solid pewter. Probably didn't even dent it," she said dismissively.

"Oh, okay," he said, releasing his hold of her to pick up the labyrinth.

He put his arms back around her. "Now, where were we?"

Ariadne grinned.
"I believe you were kissing me," she said.

"Oh, that's right," he said with a grin. "Thanks for jogging my memory."

He resumed kissing her, this time with slightly more passion.

Ariadne wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.

She laughed as Darius meowed at them.
"I think he feels left out," she said, stroking the cat's ears. "So, was this the plan for the rest of the day?"

He laughed and started stroking his cat's ears as well.

"If you like, it can be, milady. I leave it up to you."

"At one point, you mentioned something about a gallery walk they do on Fridays..." she suggested, "Or is it too late in the day for that?"

Gawain lit up. "No, it's not too late at all. The gallery walk starts in the evening, so it should be starting pretty soon. Shall we?"

"Absolutely. Sounds great," she agreed. "Where does it take place, exactly?"

"At various venues throughout the city," he said. "However, the place I want to take you is back to downtown, where I know several of the artists and gallery managers."

"Ok. Are we walking there, then?" Ariadne asked.

"I'll drive us over there, milady," he answered, opening the door again. "Shall we?"