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Post by Wynter Shea on Oct 14, 2013 17:02:01 GMT -6
The afternoon was warm with sunlight drifting in through the shutter windows. The breeze drifted in through the open window, sending the pale white curtains a flutter. Golden rays from the sun flickered in, a passing cloud every now and then softening the light. Outside the voices of the villagers could be heard and the sounds of the ocean rolled off the walls of the inn as the day drifted on by in relative peace. It was a nice spring afternoon spent in comfort, the sounds of the wind chime hanging from the window creating its own soft melody. The room itself was mostly undisturbed upon entering. Everything had been left as it was that morning aside from a few small changes. Laundry sat folded and ready on the bed, the bouquet of flowers in the small jar atop the windowsill having been changed to fresh wildflowers. The only difference was the simple yet stunning white rose that sat upon her bedside table right under the window. Beneath it lay a simple piece of paper, folded in half to conceal its message. "Will you go to the festival with me?" -WynterThe handwriting was scrawled in a familiar text, the handwriting easily distinguishable as his own. It was a small surprise left for her for her return home that day, nestled comfortably as if it fit in the room as much as any of her belongings. Should the son of the inn keeper had been sought out, he was as easy to find as ever. Just down the hall he waited in his room, a smile waiting on his face as he listened for the sounds of her footsteps. The festival would be truly memorable this year. ★ holly devanti
★ a flower delivery just for you
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Post by Holly Devanti on Oct 17, 2013 16:33:35 GMT -6
Holly kicked off her shoes the moment she walked into the inn, frustrated sigh leaving her as she went about putting away the groceries she held tightly in her arms. As soon as everything was put back, she shook her head, the tips of her hair in braids still damp. Her blue gaze flicked down to the front of her shirt, dirt and grass staining it and water soaking it to a point that it stuck to her skin and made her shiver. It had been utterly embarrassing at the time, but now she was just frustrated with how her day had been going. Getting the groceries was nothing new, but she was certain that they were just fine on everything they needed. In fact, she had just gotten groceries in the past two days. To continue, on the way home, she had tripped right into a puddle. Thankfully, she managed to pick up everything and get back to the inn quickly, but it still hadn’t helped the burning that her cheeks received in that small amount of time. She trudged up the stairs, stripping off her blouse once she entered her room. It wasn’t until she was just about to replace the top that she noticed the note on the bedside table. It was in that moment that she froze, for right beside the note was a flower. A rose of simple, pretty white… It was a matter of seconds before she was at his room, rose and note in hand. From the smile on his face, she knew he had been planning this. For that, the front of his shirt was grabbed so she could pull him into a kiss. ”You thought you had to ask?” She laughed softly as she pulled away, ruffling his hair playfully. ★ humdeedum
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Post by Wynter Shea on Oct 19, 2013 13:10:01 GMT -6
The suddenness in which she was at his side took him by surprise. He could do nothing but blink wide-eyed in shock as the front of his shirt was grabbed, pulling him down into the kiss she initiated. His mind raised at the reaction, but his body relaxed as it responded in kind. His mouth was already curved into a smile as they parted, allowing his mind to come down from the high she had put it on. His hand automatically moved to tug on the braid she wore in her hair, the look turning into a full on grin. "No, but I'm traditional that way." The words held a fondness in them as he spoke. He grinned back at her. "You wanted me to, right?"For the first time since she had pulled him down, he was able to get a look at the state she was in. His thumb roamed over the spot of the braid he held, taking in the dirt that tinted her clothes and the slight dampness that tapered off in her hair. He chuckled. "It looks like someone had a hard time." Looking down between them, he diverted his eyes upwards. A flush stained his cheeks. "You might want to, um... your shirt..."★ holly devanti
★ someone is feeling passionate
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Post by Holly Devanti on Oct 20, 2013 15:17:28 GMT -6
"Of course I wanted you to," she laughed brightly, tilting her head in the direction that he tugged on her braids obediently. "I just... I dunno. Didn't think you would do it?" Which was a ridiculous thought now that it was out in the open. With the way things had turned out at the garden, it wasn't surprising that the follow-up would be inviting her to the festival. There was always a little seed of doubt planted in her mind, though. Insecurity that was like a weed. As he flushed, Holly realized how cold she was and the slight air that shouldn't have been blowing against her. Once she followed his gaze, her face slowly turned red. There was only a matter of a few seconds before she was closing the door to his room so no one could see them from the hallway and she was wrapping her arms around herself as if she could hide that way. She was grabbing a pillow from his bed the next second to put it in front of herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"G-Gimme your shirt! O-Or one of them, I don't care! Get one of mine?!" Holly just knew she couldn't go back out into the hallway. Why she had been so idiotic to run out shirtless into the hallway was beyond her. What if her mother or father or brother would have seen her? What if one of the guests had walked by when she was kissing him?! And she had freaked Wynter out. She nearly had a panic attack all over again. ★ shut up, he likes it
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Post by Wynter Shea on Oct 23, 2013 22:57:17 GMT -6
Oh goddesses.He used that pillow. Now every time he went to sleep, he would think of... No, no, no. It was a bad time to have thoughts like that. Struggling to control the red that had seemed to spread from his cheeks to his ears and neck, he hastily looked around the room. Giving her his shirt off his back would only make the situation they were in seem much more questionable that it really was. If he gave it to her after others had seen him wearing it, what would they think? He didn't even want to go there. "Um, I... uh... h-here, this should work!" Digging around in his dresser, a shirt of light blue and short sleeves was tossed to Holly. It was one of his smaller tunics that hopefully wouldn't look too large on her. Turning around, Wynter closed his eyes to give her some privacy and willed his heart to stop beating so wildly. It had been a kiss, and now that it had progressed, it was even harder to keep his mind in check. What was he going to do...? ★ holly devanti
★ mmm, that is true
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