1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-11-12 12:00:17
Was this because of how distant Fable had been? Was this his fault? Most things are. That small voice in the back of his mind crowed, but he pushed it back. He laid his head on Quesnel's shoulder, breathing in deeply as his scent invaded the smaller man's nostrils. Gods.. why does he have to smell so good.. He thought, indignantly, before bringing himself back to the moment. "Do you... want to talk about whatever's happening with you?" He asked, head tilted up so he could see the man's face, but his chin resting on his friend's arm. --------<~>-------- Rima giggled softly at the grin, standing up and bringing a bouquet of small dewdrop shaped flowers out from the back. "Here you go, darling." She said, gently handing the little girl the flowers. She patted the girl's head gently, a soft smile crossing her features. She glanced over the man's shoulder and noticed Prim rushing down the path, Cinnamon sticks- she's gonna think he's bothering me- She thought, looking back and trying to warn the man. Primrose sighed in relief as the flower shop came in sight, Good.. she hasn't burned it down. The nymph thought, a grin rising on her lips. And then she saw the man standing in the doorway of the shop and her hands clenched into fists. She looked at Rima's pale face, mistaking the fear in her eyes as she made eye contact with Primrose as a call for help. She turned around sharply, eyes scanning the area for any sort of weapon. And that's when she saw the frying pan. She snatched it, and, quite angrily, stormed back down the street. She tightened her grip on the handle, eyes lighting up with rage. A flower or two popped out from her hair, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She swung the door open, the bell on it ringing wildly. And then she swung, not hard enough to hurt him badly, but hard enough to knock him to the ground. The pan connected with his head and made a knocking noise, she clicked her tongue. "And that's what you get for bothering Rima, you no good hooligan." She said, crossing her arms with the pan still in her hand. "Seriously, Rima, you'd think you would be able to fend them off by yourself now." She scolded the other woman, shaking her head in disapproval. Rima just sighed, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation and walking out of the shop with a mumbled apology to the man. |
 𓆏 Angel 𓆏 #9655 |
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Posted 2022-11-14 11:44:26 (edited)
He leaned forward, hunching his back as he rested his arms on his knees, clasping his hands together. He felt... how could he describe it? Tired, mostly. Gods, he was so tired. But he also felt... a smidge guilty. That made sense; he had upset Fable. As Fable sat beside Quesnel and asked if he was alright, he couldn't help but scoff softly at the question. He rubbed his forehead before running his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. "I... uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm alright," he mumbled half-heartedly. He fiddled with his fingers, staring off into space. He flinched slightly as Fable leaned his head on his shoulder, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't upset Fable anymore. "Do you... want to talk about whatever's happening with you?" Fable asked, tilting his head back to look at Quesnel. The man intentionally avoided eye contact, dipping his head and letting a few strands of hair fall into his face like a drape, separating Fable from Quesnel. Gods, he wanted to talk about what was going on inside his head. He wanted to let it all come spilling out of him and have someone hold him and tell him that he was alright, that he was safe now, and that he wouldn't be hurt anymore. Quesnel took a shaky breath, swallowing the burning lump in his throat and blinking back the hot tears that were welling up again. But he knew that would never happen. So, he settled for something else that had been nagging at him. "Fable," he began softly, his leg beginning to bounce anxiously. "You know how... uh, well... you know how I'm a witch, right?" What was he doing?! This went against everything his mother taught him. He wasn't supposed to tell anybody about this, and yet, here he was, about to spill to a man he had only met a couple of days ago. Not even Gideon, a friend so close that they declared themselves brothers, knew about it. So why was Fable different? ••●•• Bonnie lit up as she was handed the bouquet and shoved her face into the blooms, inhaling deeply. "Thank youuu," she cooed, grinning up at Rima sweetly. She turned and tilted her head at some of the other flowers, walking over to inspect some. She began to hum a merry tune to herself, bouncing slightly as she went from one plant to the next. Gideon watched the little girl with a tender expression of amusement, before turning back to the shopkeeper. He dug in his pockets and pulled out a handful of coins, counting them. "Now," he said, muttering under his breath as he counted. "How much do we owe ye?" He was so engrossed in the currency that the violent ringing of the bell didn't register fast enough, and he had no time to react as a metal frying pan came hurtling toward his face. He reeled back in alarm, yelping and dropping his coins, as the force of the pan slamming him in the face knocked him back. He tripped over his foot and landed in a stand of flowers, dazed and with a bloody nose, but otherwise unharmed. Bonnie's mischievous giggling brought him back from his woozy recollection and he shook his head, holding his throbbing forehead. He stared up in disbelief at the new, majorly pissed-off woman standing over him, her arms crossed and the pan in her hand. Despite the blood gushing from his nose, he gave her a crooked grin. "Mighty strong arm ye got there, miss," he said, wiping some of the blood from his lip. Bonnie giggled louder, and Gideon turned to smile brightly at her, peering over a drooping flower. "What, ye like seein' me fall over?" he said, laughing. With a grunt, he pulled himself up and brushed the dirt and broken leaves off of his clothes. Bonnie nodded her head, grinning her gap-tooth smile. "You funny," she snickered, pointing at him. |
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Posted 2022-11-15 16:45:01
He tilted his head ever so slightly when the man said his name, clearly listening. He frowned deeper when Ques brought up the fact that he was a witch. He spoke cautiously, trying to keep the memories of other witches he had met at bay. "..Yes." He finally answered, though he seemed tense. Was this the moment that Quesnel finally decided to get rid of Fable? Would he curse him and make him wander the Earth as a beetle? He wasn't afraid of Ques, but he was afraid of the tiny chance that he could've been wrong in thinking his companion was different. That terrified him, it made him want to pull his hair out. But he just watched Quesnel silently, waiting for the much larger man to continue. --------<~>-------- Primrose glared down at him, stepping forward. She pointed the pan at him, eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. "Who sent you?" She asked, her voice almost as smooth as silk, although it being under-toned with anger took some of the appeal away. "I don't have anything to give you, so I believe you should get out of my shop." She said, ignoring his comment about her ability to swing. The woman's gaze moved from him to the child, "Oh dear- Are you okay, little one? Did this man take you from your parents?" She walked over, kneeling in front of the small girl. "Do you need help, my dear?" A few more flowers broke through their hair as the rage rose in her. But she didn't turn back to him yet, she wanted to be absolutely sure he had kidnapped the child. She frowned slightly as the girl laughed, calling him funny. They doubted a kid would be like this if they had been kidnapped, so she drew the conclusion without her help. Prim placed the pan down, crossing her arms and waiting for the fallen man to get back up. Her temper had, somehow, calmed down quickly. Though, the woman still looked wary. She kept one hand on the pan's handle in case he tried anything. She had to be prepared. "You don't sound like you're from here. Who are you?" She asked, clearly trying to calculate if he was a threat or not as he pushed himself up from the floor. |
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Posted 2022-11-16 10:05:34 (edited)
Quesnel paused, resuming the bouncing of his leg, and he chewed on his lip, turning his hand over, his palm facing upwards. He stared at it for a moment before glancing back at Fable. "It's completely useless and harmless, just for show, really," he rambled on, avoiding eye contact with Fable again. He couldn't look at his face with that dreadful frown as if he was trying to express how much he was disappointed in Quesnel. He pushed away that heart-wrenching thought and continued. "It's, uh, not something I learned. I was born with it," he said before pausing. "If, um. If you'd like, I could show you." He winced. "If you're not mad. Please don't be mad," he said hurriedly, panic building in his chest. Maybe this was a mistake; he shouldn't have told Fable. He sat up straighter, turning more towards the shapeshifter. "I haven't told anyone about this, not even my mother. It's just, um. Not the first thing I'd tell people, you know?" He paused, thoughts running rampant. He wanted to throw himself into the leaves, dig a hole, and never come out. This feeling was horrible, and he hated it, this dread and overwhelming panic. He clenched his fists, which had begun to tremble slightly. ••●•• "I sent myself, sweetheart," Gideon said with a giant grin. As he pulled himself up, he watched the woman crouch down in front of Bonnie, whose smile dropped from her face and she backed away. "She's with me," he said in a far more serious tone, noticing the more timid side of the little girl showing itself once more. He bent down, holding his hand out to Bonnie. She inched her way around the woman and scurried over to Gideon, clutching onto his coat. Pinenut took the bouquet in his teeth and scampered up onto Gideon's shoulder, taking the stems in his tiny paws. Gideon picked her up and held her on his hip, before smiling at the lady again. "Uh, yeah," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not from around here." He paused, considering his next move. He whispered something in Bonnie's ear, and her face lit up, before wiggling out of Gideon's grip and dropping to the floor, picking up all of his coins and humming to herself. Gideon focused on the woman and prepared himself for the most dramatic, most courteous action he could possibly muster. He stooped into a low bow, holding out his hand to the woman, and shooting her a toothy grin. One hand rested on his chest, and one leg bent slightly while the other was straight back. "The name's Gideon Murray, milady," he said with a flourish of his outstretched hand. "And may I have the privilege of learning yer name?" |
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Posted 2022-11-25 22:58:48
"I don't blame you for not wanting to tell people. Having to explain that you're... 'different'.. to other people is not the most uplifting thing." He pulls his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. He kept his blue-eyed gaze on Ques, waiting for the man to show him... whatever it was he had been talking about. Fable didn't blame the other man for thinking that he was mad at him. He had been acting strangely and partly avoiding the other man. "I'm sorry I led you to believe I was angry at you." --------<~>-------- Primrose immediately felt bad when the small girl looked afraid, her vines starting to crawl down her arms and wrap around her fingers. They scoff at the 'sweetheart', "I'm not your sweetheart." She answered, looking peeved. Yes, you're clearly not from around here or you would've left already. She thought in annoyance, her grip on the frying pan handle tightening. And you wouldn't be underestimating my will to hit you again.. Small blooms grew on the vines covering her hands as she watched him for a moment, her cheeks fading into a light pink as he bowed. There was no way that no one sent him, there'd be no way he knew she was royalty. Or maybe he just.. was doing it to be a gentleman. Either way, it pushed away the singular doubt that he was from here.. he clearly wasn't. Nobody did that kind of thing here. Prim hesitated, should she tell him her real name? Ah well.. "Primrose Holly." The nymph placed her hand in his, thorns growing from the vines. It seemed as though the plants didn't like him... |
𓆏 Angel 𓆏 #9655 |
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Posted 2022-11-25 23:42:25 (edited)
"Thank you for... For understanding." He glanced up, giving Fable a worried smile. He twitched slightly. "Don't be sorry...!" He mumbled hurriedly, his eyes widening. Quesnel paused, before chuckling softly and rubbing the back of his neck. "I just... Um, have a tendency to... You know." He shrugged. "Overcomplicate things." He paused, before continuing on more firmly. "Don't be sorry. Really." Quesnel stared down at his hands again, which were twitching nervously. Why was his heart beating so fast? Why could he not breathe right? Why was he so... Sweaty? He quickly wiped his palms on his pants, grabbing Fable's wrists before he could convince himself to not do what he was planning. Gods, why did he think this was a good idea? He stood up, pulling Fable with him, and took a couple steps back. He took a shaky breath, focusing on their hands instead of Fable's face. He might pass out if he looked at his face... Slowly, he let go of Fable's wrists, flipping over his own hands and setting them gently in the other man's palms. "It's completely useless," he muttered again to Fable, reluctantly closing his eyes reluctantly. ••●•• Gideon couldn't help but grin wider. "Of course not," he said sincerely, still bowed. His eyes twinkled mischievously at the annoyed expression on the woman's face, happy to have gotten a rise out of her. He was glad she offered her hand quickly; this pose was really uncomfortable. But, you know, he had to be dramatic as always. How else would he be able to convince everyone that he wasn't serious? Although he winced as the thorns pricked his skin, he still beamed up at the woman. "Well, Madam Holly," he crowed, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles (although the thorns poked him. Ouch.) "It's a right pleasure to make yer acquaintance." He let go of her hand, finally standing up like a normal person, his face still twisted in a smug expression. "And might I add, if ye don't mind," he said, flourishing his hand to the flowers decorating the walls. "That yer just as beautiful as these delicate blooms ye tend to, if not even more so." Wow... He just... Does not know when to shut up, does he? |
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Posted 2023-01-06 18:50:15
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