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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 22:13:04 GMT -6
Lucretia smiled as the smell of the bread she had placed into the oven some time ago came slowly wafting its way to the second story of the inn where she happened to be sweeping. It was the lull of the afternoon and dinner wasn't ready to be cooked quite yet, so Lucretia found herself tidying up a bit, to give Holly a bit of a break. The girl deserved it for being so sweet. Lucretia was slowly sweeping at the walkway in the back of the inn, where the vista of the ocean was one to die for. The sea breeze that the inn was named for gently played with her hair as it passed by, causing the woman to take a deep breath. She looked up for a moment or two to admire the view before going back to her chore. Sweeping was so relaxing, it was no wonder her adopted daughter was the one in charge of the cleaning, or else it might take Lucretia all day. She smiled slightly at the thought. As she was sweeping, the woman began to hum to herself. At first it was mindless nonsense, just some random tune until it graduated into something reminiscent of festival music. At that point, thoughts of coming Lifae blossomed in her mind and she began humming some of the more unique songs that were special to that festival in particular. It had been so long since the last time she'd gone. Most years she had been too busy taking care of the inn to even consider going, though she and her husband often took the children when they were younger. Lucretia mused over the earlier days in her life, when the festival was new and exciting to her. The first time her husband gave her a white rose was a particular favorite of hers. His ears had been so red handing the rose to her! She chuckled lightly. She missed the dancing most of all. The swirling of skirts, the music, being held in your companion's arms... Lost in the past, it was easy to stop being careful about what one was doing in the present. When her arm swung just a little bit too far to the left, she felt herself knock a small flower pot from the balcony railing. Her head came up to look at the place where the pot had been just in time to hear it crash on the ground below. Or was it the ground? I didn't really sound like it'd hit the ground. More like.... Lucretia stepped quickly over to the railing to see where the pot had fallen. ★ Wynter
★ When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Oct 9, 2013 23:07:31 GMT -6
So far, everything had gone according to plan. He had slipped out of the inn early that morning, and it had been easy. The flower store had been his destination. Only one flower had been been in his mind the entire time, and by the time he arrived he was set on just that single one. It wasn't uncommon for a boy to be buying one this time of the year, but this had been the first time with the intention he had in mind. This year everything was different. Getting Holly out of the house had been another matter. There was a certain plan he had in mind. Sure, he could have chosen to give it to her directly, but what he had in mind was more romantic. It was more him. and he knew she would appreciate that. An excuse for shopping and needing groceries had been given, and he slipped around the inn with the coveted white rose in his hand. He had intended to get in and slip it into her bedroom while she was out. ... yet that had been when it happened. When Lucretia bent over the railing to see where the pot had landed, it was pretty clear to see exactly where it had fallen. A loud cry was given as the pottery shattered, and Wynter sat on the ground surrounded by the broken pieces. The remnants of the flowers that had been in the pot lay strewn across his hair and shoulders, and dirt covered the clearly dazed twenty one year old brunette. "M-mom?!" He gasped, bewildered, as he looked up, wincing as he held his head. The white rose that had been in his hand lay forgotten on the ground beside him. ★ lucretia shea
★ y-you used that song
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 1:11:08 GMT -6
Just as Lucretia had leaned over the railing, she head a cry from down below. When she looked to see where the pot had fallen, she quickly discovered that it hadn't landed on something, but rather, someone. A small gasp escaped her and a hand instinctively went to her lips. "Oh, Wynter!" A worried look immediately crossed her features. "I'm so sorry!" Leaving the broom to be forgotten leaned up against the railing, Lucretia rushed down the stairs and to the road that ran along the backside of the inn. "Oh, Wynter, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!" she apologized again as she came rushing up to her son and kneeled down, immediately going to brush off the dirt that covered the boy's hair and clothes. He was obviously dazed from having a pot dropped unintentionally on his head and for that she felt bad. Guilt and worry were clear as the midsummer's sun on her face. The thought of her baby boy getting hurt in any way shape or form tended to do that to the woman. She continued to fuss and mother her son, and somewhere in the back of her head she supposed it could have been embarrassing, especially given that Wynter was technically considered an adult, but for the moment she didn't care. It wasn't until she was brushing plant roots and dirt off the boy's pants that she spotted the white rose laying askew on the ground. A white rose around this particular time of year could only mean.... She forgot her dirt-covered son for the briefest moment to reach out and gently pick up the rose and examine it. "Oh, is this...?" ★ Wynter
★ I HAD TO no regrets
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Post by Wynter Shea on Oct 27, 2013 16:35:18 GMT -6
He had to wonder what the chances were. Normally something like this didn't happen. It wasn't every day that a pot fell from a balcony to land on someone. A close call, maybe, but this... It made him begin to wonder exactly when his luck had turned. It definitely made it easy to see where Holly got her spaciness from. "Oh... no, I-I'm fine... it's okay, mom." The fussiness of a mother tending to her son was something he would never be able to live down. No matter how old he got, he knew she would do it. Saying otherwise would most likely only wield a pout ending with him giving in anyway. Not that he minded one bit and he let Lucretia set about wiping away all the dirt and flowers that had covered him. Even so, he found himself smiling at her antics and chuckling quietly in fondness as she seemed intent to get all of the dirt. It was her own little way of making up for it. Thankfully the pot didn't seem to have broken the skin. Feeling along where the ceramic item had hit, his fingers graced over a large bump that definitely seemed like it would remain for quite some time. Another wince graced his features as he gingerly touched it. That would be something he'd feel for a while. At her picking up the flower, Wynter tried to reach for it too late. Watching as she held the rose gently in her hand, he looked away embarrassedly, running his hand through his hair as he felt his face flush. "W-well, that's... I was going to give it to Holly..."★ lucretia shea
★ nothing to see here, nope
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