no, it's okay.
take as much time as you need for a reply.
as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters.
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Rose felt her cheeks warm up as Fenrir drowsily ran his mouth, almost accusing her of just being a dream. Did he think so highly of her? She didn't understand how he would possibly assume that, so she quickly wrote off his words as the fabrication of sleepiness & opened the guest room door a little bit more, edging just a little bit closer. Rose may not know her husband was Lycan yet, but she still felt a lttle uneasy; he was a huge man.
Fenrir made Willow's guest room look like it was made for a child, his hands & feet extending over the edges of the mattress as he slept. When he sat up & let his feet touch the floor, Rose was curious just how tall he was, & how he functioned in daily life. & if she & her grandmother made enough breakfast. She couldn't really remember what he ate the night before.
"I slept well", Rose finally answered Fenrir, trying to project her voice calmly & relax. In all honesty, it sounded like she'd swallowed a handful of tacks.
Dear God, what was her problem? Was she actually nervous right now, & from what? It wouldn't be impossible for Rose to be attracted to Fenrir, any woman with good sense probably would be, but was it acceptable for her to just move on from her recent suitor, John? Guilt knawed at her a little now, & she felt like she'd just used the man now.
"I will return your cloak to you after breakfast," Rose continued, her hands still clasped onto the door, "Which is ready. Breakfast, I mean. Breakfast is ready...."
Fenrir made Willow's guest room look like it was made for a child, his hands & feet extending over the edges of the mattress as he slept. When he sat up & let his feet touch the floor, Rose was curious just how tall he was, & how he functioned in daily life. & if she & her grandmother made enough breakfast. She couldn't really remember what he ate the night before.
"I slept well", Rose finally answered Fenrir, trying to project her voice calmly & relax. In all honesty, it sounded like she'd swallowed a handful of tacks.
Dear God, what was her problem? Was she actually nervous right now, & from what? It wouldn't be impossible for Rose to be attracted to Fenrir, any woman with good sense probably would be, but was it acceptable for her to just move on from her recent suitor, John? Guilt knawed at her a little now, & she felt like she'd just used the man now.
"I will return your cloak to you after breakfast," Rose continued, her hands still clasped onto the door, "Which is ready. Breakfast, I mean. Breakfast is ready...."
my first tea, besides traditional black, was Chai.
if you prefer a deeper taste, go for regular.
if you prefer sweet, go for vanilla chai.~
if you prefer a deeper taste, go for regular.
if you prefer sweet, go for vanilla chai.~
aww, i love it.~
& yes, i am enjoying myself quite a bit right now.
:3
& yes, i am enjoying myself quite a bit right now.
:3
Rose took her time making breakfast, conveniently ignoring her grandmother for the moment. She knew the old woman felt terrible, but the betrayal was still too fresh for her to forgive, the cut too deep. Maybe she would be able to forgive Willow a little by the evening. Instead of begging for forgiveness, Willow silently worked with her grand daughter, just letting Rose silently process her frustrations.
"Rose, go retrieve Mr. Fenrir," Willow finally said as breakfast was finished.
Rose grew rigid at the old woman's words, looking back at her a bit ruefully Rose made a face, but decided to listen to Willow in the end. After all, Fenrir was her husband. Wow, that felt weird to admit to herself. Quickly scurrying from the kitchen, Rose went to Fenrir's room, pacing in front of it once or twice before taking in a deep breath & lightly knocking on it. If she was lucky, he'd be a hard sleeper & wouldn't even hear her out there. Though she probably had no such luck.
"H-hello?" Rose called softly, squeezing her eyes shut. Please don't answer, she begged herself, hoping to to make eye contact again with him yet.
"Rose, go retrieve Mr. Fenrir," Willow finally said as breakfast was finished.
Rose grew rigid at the old woman's words, looking back at her a bit ruefully Rose made a face, but decided to listen to Willow in the end. After all, Fenrir was her husband. Wow, that felt weird to admit to herself. Quickly scurrying from the kitchen, Rose went to Fenrir's room, pacing in front of it once or twice before taking in a deep breath & lightly knocking on it. If she was lucky, he'd be a hard sleeper & wouldn't even hear her out there. Though she probably had no such luck.
"H-hello?" Rose called softly, squeezing her eyes shut. Please don't answer, she begged herself, hoping to to make eye contact again with him yet.
Rose awoke earlier in the morning than she usually did, wrapped up tightly in Fenrir's forest smell. Disoriented, she opened her eyes & sat up in bed, finding herself not under her blankets, but wrapped up in both her & Fenrir's cloaks. She was still in her room though, so that meant Fenrir hadn't dragged her away from her grandmother's house. Maybe he was nice after all.
In the middle of her wondering, Willow came into the room, going to Rose after she saw that her grand daughter was awake. Rose gave the old woman a small smile & let her pull her out of bed, still a little groggy as Fenrir's cloak came off, then her own, leaving her in her Sunday best, which had never been taken off the before she was tucked into bed.
Thankfully, Rose hadn't destroyed her dress the night before. Save for a few creases in the material, the garment was okay. Without words, Willow helped Rose out of her dress & pulled her long hair free.
Rose quietly sat on the edge of her bed & waited for Willow to brush her hair & then went wash her face, feeling much better than the night before. Rose had been devastated, but now, she supposed that it was better that she & Fenrir were already married. There would be no dreading, no fearful waiting for the day of their ceremony. All of that was done, she just had to get to know Fenrir, & hopefully grow to love him. She'd heard of more absurd things happening, honestly, so being closer to her prearranged husband didn't seem to be entirely impossible.
"I'm going make breakfast, Grandmother," Rose murmured as she finished dressing herself in a more plain dress. She didn't really look at the old woman yet or feel like completely forgiving her just yet. Why couldn't Willow just warn her? She'd gone & started courting another man while the old woman remained silent.
In the middle of her wondering, Willow came into the room, going to Rose after she saw that her grand daughter was awake. Rose gave the old woman a small smile & let her pull her out of bed, still a little groggy as Fenrir's cloak came off, then her own, leaving her in her Sunday best, which had never been taken off the before she was tucked into bed.
Thankfully, Rose hadn't destroyed her dress the night before. Save for a few creases in the material, the garment was okay. Without words, Willow helped Rose out of her dress & pulled her long hair free.
Rose quietly sat on the edge of her bed & waited for Willow to brush her hair & then went wash her face, feeling much better than the night before. Rose had been devastated, but now, she supposed that it was better that she & Fenrir were already married. There would be no dreading, no fearful waiting for the day of their ceremony. All of that was done, she just had to get to know Fenrir, & hopefully grow to love him. She'd heard of more absurd things happening, honestly, so being closer to her prearranged husband didn't seem to be entirely impossible.
"I'm going make breakfast, Grandmother," Rose murmured as she finished dressing herself in a more plain dress. She didn't really look at the old woman yet or feel like completely forgiving her just yet. Why couldn't Willow just warn her? She'd gone & started courting another man while the old woman remained silent.
thank you very much, Lord Mahz!~
It took all of Rose's power not to bitterly lash out at Fenrir at his comment, staying completely still in her little for a bit longer. If there was one thing her red cape was amazing at, it was blocking out the harsh cold wind. If she lifted her face now, her cheek would freeze. Gently dabbing her skin with her sleeve, Rose finally looked up at her guest, no her husband, her cheeks still red & her eyes a little watery. Other than the blow her heart had suffered & a little bit of smuggled make-up, she should honestly be fine. But Fenrir wasn't going to know that yet.
"I had a suitor," the young woman told Fenrir, "He was one week away from asking Granny for my hand. & I, I think I may have loved him. I will have to be able to at least apologize to him." Bracing her hands on the freezing snow, Rose pushed herself off of the ground a bit drunkenly & then hugged her cape against her body again. She was within arms length of Fenrir now, & she could already feel his body heat & catch the scent of his eternal smell of the forest. Damn it, why was he so inviting to her?
"I don't want to have sex with you for at least a year," Rose continued bluntly, "Y-you have to at least court me properly if we are going to make anything work. & I don't want you to ever lie to me, even when it's to spare my feelings." Rose was being pretty unladylike & selfish with her demands, but honestly,what did a wolf care for ladylike behavior? He'd married her before she would even be able to understand the concept of marriage, so in her opinion, she was allowed to be a little selfish & immature.
"Lastly, don't ever try to buy me with your money," Rose finished her list of demands, her voice shaking a little, "If you can do those things for me... I w-will try to forgive you."
On unsteady feet, Rose finally closed the gap between her & Fenrir, burying her face into his warm, leather-clad shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to wrap her arms around him in a real hug yet,both from her standoffish attitude & the increasing cold of the night. Hopefully, her husband would be hind enough to accept her conditions & they could start getting along... eventually.
"I had a suitor," the young woman told Fenrir, "He was one week away from asking Granny for my hand. & I, I think I may have loved him. I will have to be able to at least apologize to him." Bracing her hands on the freezing snow, Rose pushed herself off of the ground a bit drunkenly & then hugged her cape against her body again. She was within arms length of Fenrir now, & she could already feel his body heat & catch the scent of his eternal smell of the forest. Damn it, why was he so inviting to her?
"I don't want to have sex with you for at least a year," Rose continued bluntly, "Y-you have to at least court me properly if we are going to make anything work. & I don't want you to ever lie to me, even when it's to spare my feelings." Rose was being pretty unladylike & selfish with her demands, but honestly,what did a wolf care for ladylike behavior? He'd married her before she would even be able to understand the concept of marriage, so in her opinion, she was allowed to be a little selfish & immature.
"Lastly, don't ever try to buy me with your money," Rose finished her list of demands, her voice shaking a little, "If you can do those things for me... I w-will try to forgive you."
On unsteady feet, Rose finally closed the gap between her & Fenrir, burying her face into his warm, leather-clad shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to wrap her arms around him in a real hug yet,both from her standoffish attitude & the increasing cold of the night. Hopefully, her husband would be hind enough to accept her conditions & they could start getting along... eventually.
BUMP.
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