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Post by + SIR LILCELOT on Jul 25, 2012 0:55:01 GMT -8
Taking a night walk was not uncommon to the young woman, she realized.
The chirping of crickets and drones of cicadas were hardly foreign to her now. At first, she thought, it had been a little unsettling to go for a walk in the small town located on the peninsula. It was so quiet, so dimly lit. No cars, no loud curses. No gunshots, no fear. The only light that came to her eyes being the soft strains that filtered through the branches that obscured her pathway from view. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she continued on her walk. Quiet and safe as it was, she couldn't help but feel a little unsettled as she slipped around the district.
Many were sleeping at this hour of the night. Only some, though whether or not they were insane or merely sleepless, were awake at such an hour. Some remained stumbling home from the bar at the local inn. And her? Why was she awake? A nightmare as well as an unsettled fear that remained in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps she shouldn't have come here, she thought. Perhaps this wasn't her place. The locals were kind enough- some almost too kind that it made her nervous -and the area was nice. But the unfamiliarity coupled with being alone in a new place was terrifying.
But such fears, she thought, would pass. All fears did, didn't they? She hoped so. Her fingers laced together behind her back as she continued, glancing around at the roses that the district was named for. Not many of them were taken care of well, she thought. It was disappointing to say the least. Were flowers really so insignificant to others? Were the flowers dead? No. Still red, still alive. But the care put into nurturing them wasn't there. Perhaps it was silly of her to think so, but. She had such thoughts that people had with animals and children. Although flowers could not speak or play, they grew. And the end result was the reward for being raised carefully.
She paused for a moment, examining a particular bush in general. Her blue eyes skimmed the house for any sign of lights and finding none before lowering her gaze once more. It wouldn't hurt to admire them for a bit longer, then. She crouched down, dead leaves crunching beneath her feet. Thalia adjusted her glasses, shifting the red frames higher as she looked at the flowers. She had never been particularly fond of roses, she thought. They were very misleading. Beautiful, most definitely. But dangerous- to a certain respect -if not paid closely attention to. She lifted a hand, slender fingers gingerly brushing against the petals. Whoever was taking care of these though, she thought, was doing an excellent job.
Red roses grew the best in the hot heat of the summer, after all.
"Beautiful," She murmured, her lips parting as she did so. The person that had raised these flowers must have been a beautiful person too. Part of her wanted to meet them. Though, she doubted this was the time to go around talking about flowers. ...and she doubted there would ever be a time to talk about flowers. Regardless, they had most certainly earned her respect. The light from the house flickered on. Oh dear. Had she really been that loud?
Oh, maybe she should have been on her way... no, no. Manners first, Thalia. It was only proper to apologize for waking someone up at this hour of the night. She brushed aside her bangs quietly, shifting a bit uncomfortably in her tank top and pajama pants as she waited for the arrival of the owner of this house. And upon catching sight of the person, she remained still. Stricken with a certain fear, though her legs refused to move in betrayal to her mind.
She lifted an arm, robotically waving a bit hesitantly to the stranger. The edges of her lips twitching as she struggled to find the words to speak. What was she supposed to say?! Hello, I'm sorry for waking you because I was staring at your flowers? No, no. Admit that she was going on a walk. Something, anything! "A- Ah, I'm flowers apologize for staring at Thalia." ...she lifted a hand before promptly slapping herself in the forehead in shame. Bad first impression? Check.
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Post by + MILADY KITTY on Jul 29, 2012 20:29:37 GMT -8
The scent of roses wafted around him, emanating from mountain of suds swarming over his submerged form. He shifted, raising an arm from the frothy mounds, looking over the pale skin of the limb and paying special attention to a deep crimson rose petal clinging to it. Call him effeminate, but he enjoyed the scent of roses soaking into his skin. It was more appealing than most other fragrances. Artificially and often too strong, he loathed cologne.
Water sloshing against the edges of the tub, Adonis shifted his lithe form until he was more comfortable. Although he enjoyed a good soaking in the tub, showers were much gentler on his behind and back. The bath was a study cast-iron, coated with a white substance that kept it from rusting under the constant presence of water and other chemicals. With that said, it wasn’t the most comfortable place to lie, with or without water present. Perfuming his skin was worth the pain.
He’d been so engrossed in the care of his skin that he nearly jumped as he heard a soft utterance carried in from an opened window. Hmm? What was that? At first he figured it had been his imagination, but upon further thinking, he decided to get out of the bath and investigate. Pulling a robe over his dripping body, he fastened the sash carefully over his waist, assuring he was well concealed. With all the focus on concealing his lower region, he had intentionally left his smooth chest exposed.
Slipping his feet into his simple slippers, the younger of the Hartwell children descended to the front entrance of his home. As he made his way, he flicked on lights to better see where he was walking. It would be terrible if he missed a step and fell. Surely his parents were sleeping at this hour and they would not enjoy being disturbed from their slumber. However, turning on all those light may have been counterproductive. Oh well. There was always some consequence to everything.
Adonis had at least reached the door, pulling it open under the soft glow of the above light. He peered into the night with equally dark blue eyes and spied the timid woman long before she stumbled over her words. A soft chuckle rose from his lips as he watched her. “Well, flowers, it’s not a problem if you admire my Thalias.” A playful twinkle was lit his eyes as he spoke. He’d never seen anyone this flustered before. It was kind of cute. “My name is Adonis, Miss Flower. Feel free to enjoy the view.”
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Post by + SIR LILCELOT on Jul 30, 2012 12:05:49 GMT -8
Gosh, this was so embarrassing. She had barely spoken a word to anyone since her arrival on the peninsula and now that she had, would word spread? Good gosh, she wasn't sure how she would handle. though, she supposed it was only a matter of time before it became apparent to everyone that the woman was a little more than the average standard for the term 'socially awkward'. It really was rather concerning, however. She bit her lip, struggling for words to come to her tongue once more. Trembling, the woman merely stood there.
What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to come closer? Apologize? Apologize quickly and run away? If it really was only that easy. "E- eep!" The squeak had come out of her without her intentions, the woman struggling to process her words. Her mind was going a mile at a minute, though it was apparent by now that she wasn't the most confident in herself. But she merely hung her head, deciding to advance closer to the stranger. There would be no point to continue a conversation over such a great distance after all. Limited as the residents of the Rose District were, she was not unaware that if she carried on as it were she would gradually continue escalating her voice in fear.
Though, as she drew nearer... she couldn't help but find herself enamored with what she had found by accident. Her azure eyes widened, lips parting just slightly as she gazed upon the form of the other. Hair dark as night, eyes the hue of the deepest of oceans if she had ever seen one. Soft facial features, thin lips the hue of the satin pink rose petals themselves. The fabric that laid loosely on his shoulders threatened to slip, part of which she almost would have prayed for if not for the fact she considered herself to be something of a modest woman.
His smooth chest exposed, her fingers trembled as she resisted the compulsive instinct that had made itself present in her mind. Those same lips parted to speak and out came his voice. His voice was like velvet, hot enough to make a girl melt like butter on hot asphalt. She wanted to hear it more, listening silently to the soft, yet teasing voice sound speak to her and only her. But catching herself grow distant in thought, her cheeks flushed almost instantaneously. She must have seemed horribly strange, staring at him for such a long period of time. She couldn't help but be rather thankful for the dim lighting of the moon and the soft light of the porch.
Though, it wasn't long that her brief moment of schoolgirl embarrassment (as she supposed that she must not have been the only one who thought of him as something surreal and untouchable by the likes of her) faded into awkwardness once more. Was he making fun of her? Well, she supposed it was fair enough... she had set herself up for such a situation after all, she thought. Hello, my name is flowers... she couldn't even manage a simple reply! She had been right though. Such beautiful flowers could only be raised by such a pretty person... although, part of her grimaced at the thought. If that was the case, her own flowers must really have not been all that special. An utterly depressing thought indeed. But she should correct him now, shouldn't she? Her name was most definitely not flower. Or Miss Flower by any circumstance.
"A- Ah, my name is T- Thalia! N- Not fl- flower... I mean be- because that'd be weird right? Al- Although I suppose m- my name is strange even so." She stammered out quickly, her cheeks turning darker at her blunder once more. She talked too much. Maybe silence was a better option. "I- It's nice to meet you, A- Adonis..." She must have made such a poor impression as it was. She couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed when the other continued to speak. The view? "Believe me, I did... I mean! Um!" She stammered, eyes widening in surprise at her sudden boldness. Oh, gosh. That was embarrassing! He probably meant the fl- flowers! Yes, he meant the flowers. Not the... the... her eyes lingered on his exposed chest, lacing her fingers together behind her back in the mild fear that she would try to touch him.
Not that. He couldn't mean that at all. "I- I meant the flowers... a- are very pretty..." She mumbled, lifting her gaze from his chest to meet the other's eyes. Though, she couldn't help but shy away once more. He had pretty eyes too. It was hardly fair. She could barely stand a chance! "U- Um, I'm sorry. W- Was I interrupting something? I didn't mean to... I- I'll take my leave now i- if you would like!" There. Finally. The most normal thing she had said all night.
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Post by + MILADY KITTY on Sept 24, 2012 15:21:26 GMT -8
From behind those plastic frames Adonis could see the frightened blue eyes locked on him and her smaller form quiver. Confusion sparked in the boy as he observed her growing discomfort and fear. What was she so afraid of? At first he had thought she was just surprised to see someone so handsome and garbed in loose fitting robs grace the doorframe of the house with the beautiful roses she was admiring. On second thought, however, he was starting to think he had been mistaken.
Before he could beckon her closer, she was already moving closer to him and he was satisfied that he didn’t have to say anything. Her frightened eyes took him in, lingered too long on his exposed chest yet Adonis found it flattering instead of uncomfortable. Upon closer inspection the dark-haired teen could see that the young lady before him was fairly pretty. She wasn’t a played up beauty with mascara eyelashes and painted lips, but a natural beauty. She was lovely in her own right.
Better yet, she appeared to be captivated by his looks! As vain as that thought was, any attention was a good excuse to feel his (immense) ego especially when it was a pretty girl admiring him. Under the harsh spotlight and soft moonlight he could barely make out any reddening in her cheeks, though he was sure she was blushing by her body language. It was embarrassing to be caught staring for as long as she had been, though he made no remarks towards it. His brother was more a fan of embarrassing women (and men).
“Ah, but you’re as pretty as a flower,” He commented with a playful smile. He noted her eyes lingering again on his exposed chest as she responded again—embarrassing herself more it seemed. Temptation sparked in him, urging him to make a comment on her blunder and her cover up. He couldn’t make himself be that cruel. He preferred to charm the ladies, not offend them. “They are lovely, aren’t they?” He mused, shifting attention at the vibrant roses scaling the walls of his home.
He reached up and plucked a single crimson rose from the vine and turned once more to face Thalia. “But this rose is nothing compared to your beauty, but…” He trailed off as he walked over, holding out the flower to her. “It would look more beautiful in your hands.” Lips curled up and parted in a flash of pearly white teeth and brimming with charm, Adonis help the young woman’s gaze. He allowed his smile to falter as she offered to leave. “No, No. Princess, won't you let me bask in your beauty awhile longer?”
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Post by + SIR LILCELOT on Oct 7, 2012 10:47:21 GMT -8
Gosh, it was just. Ugh. Why ... he made it so hard for her to avoid ... looking. Parts of her wondered if what exactly it was that kept the other from accusing her of staring (which was most definitely something that she was not short of doing). Was he um. One of those types? She just wasn't sure anymore... but he seemed nice enough, she thought. He hadn't gone and tried to touch her or anything. Something that, regardless of how pretty the man may have been, she would not have tolerated. Or perhaps that was her own paranoia... she wasn't even sure about that either. W- Wait. What had he said? D- Did he just call her what she thought he had called her? N- No, no. There was no way that was possible. Perhaps she was merely dreaming. She couldn't believe that such a person had called her that. She ... no.
She lifted a hand to her cheek, fingers grazing against her skin. She wasn't pretty. Her skin wasn't as soft as she wished it was. Lips too thin, nose too small, eyes too apart. At least her glasses was a little less embarrassing. They hid at least a little part of her face. She hardly thought of herself to be thin or delicate either. Nothing like a flower. But part of her couldn't help but smile regardless at the compliment. She may very well not have believed it but... hearing something like that for the first time. It was nice... she looked to the ground, shifting a bit nervously on her feet. A small laugh passed her lips, her arm falling back to her side. "T- Th- Thank... yo- ou..." Ack!
Couldn't she just say something that for once didn't sound like she was biting her tongue? It was so embarrassing. She shifted her gaze to the climbing roses, a small smile gracing her lips once more. She merely bowed her head in reply, turning gaze to Roses were always lovely flowers. Dangerous sometimes (and she knew from pure experience). But pretty regardless. "Roses are very delicate flowers. They don't bloom unless you fulfill certain conditions." She said softly. They were such precocious things. "They're particularly picky when it comes to the winter time... most grow in the summer but. Not for these..." She said idly.
...oh gosh. Had she gotten carried away all over again? The other had spoken again though, drawing her forth from her thoughts. Oh- oh no. He was getting closer. Eep! ...o- oh. She looked at the rose in the other's hands, reaching out to take the flower in her hands. S- She touched his hand! A- Ah! And a princess... n- no. No way... she was definitely not one...! She merely looked at the floor, absentmindedly mumbling to herself. "No, no... I- I think it's the other way around..."
Did she just say that out loud? Ugh, stupid!
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