Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2015 2:03:35 GMT -5
It was an experience. When we arrived it was the week of their summer day festival and the streets were lined with flags and fires and in the night they let out great songs and danced- it was like nothing I had seen, the dancing, so…bright, so hot, like the fires themselves.
Ignorance was truly bliss in that moment for young Gwynevere as she had truly no idea what had transpired for the young lad during that voyage, or the connection it had to his scars. Instead the land he talked about seemed like something out of one of her adventure novels, or even out of a dream though she hadn't missed the slight avoidance of her rather direct question. Still, her eyes seemed to sparkle with thoughts of having such an adventure before feeling a slight warmth to her face at the mention of the dance. "Oh? It sounds quite unique my lord, I'm envious you were able to see such a festival." The girl smiled weakly now feeling slightly embarrassed, "I've only been to the festivals in Forestier myself... which are fun, but just not very exciting." Even less so considering all the majority of the time she danced with either boys who were far below her status, or her own family members. It was embarrassing really when she compared herself to other ladies of the court...
She had been worried about over stepping her bounds with her curious nature when it came to both the beads and more importantly the scars. As simple as it might of been the boys arm was a small world of wonder to her, a juxtaposition of what she feared most and what allured her lay in her hands. The girl was not ignorant of her looks in fact she was very particular about them knowing that it was her beauty that was one of her many tools in the world to help move into a place of higher rank. If positions were reversed the girl would have considered herself to be hideous, but yet on him it oddly wasn't the case. Gwyn had noticed the warmth in his skin, and the roughness of his voice when he answered her though the girl wasn't sure what to make of it. It was strangely nice in some mysterious way the teenager couldn't begin to explain however it did not distract her completely from the sadness she felt for him.
”It’s okay. It’s just another part of who I am.”
Gwynevere's gaze instantly looked up from his arm to his face clearly surprised that he would say such a thing as simply accepting what was done to him. "That..." The girls voice seemed to tremble momentarily as she sought to find words, "...you are quite brave my lord...I hate to think of the pain this caused you...I could not bear it." Mixture of admiration and sadness laced the girls words still wishing there was some way she knew to take away the reminder of the pain he went through. Expecting to politely withdraw her hand from his arm to go back less intimate conversation the girl could not help the gasp that escaped her when he grabbed her hand. Instantly Gwyn's cheeks began to flush as she felt his fingers interlock with her own a sensation she only knew from holding hands with her brothers, and parents. There was the instinct to protest his moments for the sake of appearances and keeping her own wits about her, but though the girl opened her mouth Gwyn suddenly lost her voice. And when he brought her hand close to his chest the girl felt both her breath suddenly catch in her lungs. Blue eyes watched him cautiously as he removed the beads from his wrist and slipped them onto her own again opening her mouth to speak though nothing came out. In the next instant he brought her hand to his lips gently kissing it before releasing his grip on her.
There had been very few times a man kissed her her hand, but never was it done in quite this way. The girls cheeks were flush, heart beating, and she was enraptured by stunned silence. Gingerly she went to bring her arm to her own hand clearly hearing the complement he gave her as her cheeks flushed even more, "B-but...are you sure? They're yours...to remember Vasile by..." Really she ought to thank him, or say something...anything more clever, but the girl simply couldn't focus in that moment...
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Ignorance was truly bliss in that moment for young Gwynevere as she had truly no idea what had transpired for the young lad during that voyage, or the connection it had to his scars. Instead the land he talked about seemed like something out of one of her adventure novels, or even out of a dream though she hadn't missed the slight avoidance of her rather direct question. Still, her eyes seemed to sparkle with thoughts of having such an adventure before feeling a slight warmth to her face at the mention of the dance. "Oh? It sounds quite unique my lord, I'm envious you were able to see such a festival." The girl smiled weakly now feeling slightly embarrassed, "I've only been to the festivals in Forestier myself... which are fun, but just not very exciting." Even less so considering all the majority of the time she danced with either boys who were far below her status, or her own family members. It was embarrassing really when she compared herself to other ladies of the court...
She had been worried about over stepping her bounds with her curious nature when it came to both the beads and more importantly the scars. As simple as it might of been the boys arm was a small world of wonder to her, a juxtaposition of what she feared most and what allured her lay in her hands. The girl was not ignorant of her looks in fact she was very particular about them knowing that it was her beauty that was one of her many tools in the world to help move into a place of higher rank. If positions were reversed the girl would have considered herself to be hideous, but yet on him it oddly wasn't the case. Gwyn had noticed the warmth in his skin, and the roughness of his voice when he answered her though the girl wasn't sure what to make of it. It was strangely nice in some mysterious way the teenager couldn't begin to explain however it did not distract her completely from the sadness she felt for him.
”It’s okay. It’s just another part of who I am.”
Gwynevere's gaze instantly looked up from his arm to his face clearly surprised that he would say such a thing as simply accepting what was done to him. "That..." The girls voice seemed to tremble momentarily as she sought to find words, "...you are quite brave my lord...I hate to think of the pain this caused you...I could not bear it." Mixture of admiration and sadness laced the girls words still wishing there was some way she knew to take away the reminder of the pain he went through. Expecting to politely withdraw her hand from his arm to go back less intimate conversation the girl could not help the gasp that escaped her when he grabbed her hand. Instantly Gwyn's cheeks began to flush as she felt his fingers interlock with her own a sensation she only knew from holding hands with her brothers, and parents. There was the instinct to protest his moments for the sake of appearances and keeping her own wits about her, but though the girl opened her mouth Gwyn suddenly lost her voice. And when he brought her hand close to his chest the girl felt both her breath suddenly catch in her lungs. Blue eyes watched him cautiously as he removed the beads from his wrist and slipped them onto her own again opening her mouth to speak though nothing came out. In the next instant he brought her hand to his lips gently kissing it before releasing his grip on her.
There had been very few times a man kissed her her hand, but never was it done in quite this way. The girls cheeks were flush, heart beating, and she was enraptured by stunned silence. Gingerly she went to bring her arm to her own hand clearly hearing the complement he gave her as her cheeks flushed even more, "B-but...are you sure? They're yours...to remember Vasile by..." Really she ought to thank him, or say something...anything more clever, but the girl simply couldn't focus in that moment...
@alfonsocapitani