ahhhh, i love green tea.
& white.
& peach.
& blue cornflower.
& earl grey/lady grey.
& sleepy time.
& chai.
when you get tired of tea, you get tired of life.
=w=
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Very gingerly, Sylvia held onto the cuffs in her hand, now thoroughly mortified. Of course, Cendres had gotten carried away again. While making love with her husband would be nice, all she really wanted was to share a bed with Aranhil. Besides, other than two affectionate pecks in the morning & before bedtime, Aranhil kept his distance with Sylvia, so she had no idea if she was ready for that kind of intimacy. Her maiden heart would probably explode if she really tried to pounce on her husband.
Holding the handcuffs as though they burned her skin, Sylvia gingerly put them onto a nearby table, wrenching her hands together. Just what was Cendres thinking sex involved? Although, Sylvia had to admit, Cendres probably knew a lot more than her. What if Aranhil shared the same love of handcuffs? Gods, she needed to calm herself. She was letting a woman almost 30 years her junior get her riled up.
"I think that I will try the direct approach," Sylvia murmured softly then, "With my clothes on. You're right, Cendres, Aranhil isn't being swayed with subtlety. I am being too roundabout than a dragon's wife should be. If I explain things to him in a straightforward manner, he's bound to agree right?" Grabbing the cuffs again, Sylvia gingerly handed them to her sister-in-law.
"Besides, I think it has occurred to you that I have nowhere near the strength I will need to overpower your brother & cuff him to a bed," Sylvia said, blushing a little at her own joke.
Holding the handcuffs as though they burned her skin, Sylvia gingerly put them onto a nearby table, wrenching her hands together. Just what was Cendres thinking sex involved? Although, Sylvia had to admit, Cendres probably knew a lot more than her. What if Aranhil shared the same love of handcuffs? Gods, she needed to calm herself. She was letting a woman almost 30 years her junior get her riled up.
"I think that I will try the direct approach," Sylvia murmured softly then, "With my clothes on. You're right, Cendres, Aranhil isn't being swayed with subtlety. I am being too roundabout than a dragon's wife should be. If I explain things to him in a straightforward manner, he's bound to agree right?" Grabbing the cuffs again, Sylvia gingerly handed them to her sister-in-law.
"Besides, I think it has occurred to you that I have nowhere near the strength I will need to overpower your brother & cuff him to a bed," Sylvia said, blushing a little at her own joke.
Rose stared back at her grandmother's guest in quiet shock, needing a couple moments to take in his appearance. Everything about the tall & muscled man at the table yelled predator. & like a deer frozen in its tracks, Rose wasn't certain if she could stay near him. He didn't look unfriendly, really, he actually looked delighted to see her & oddly familiar, but after taking in his size & seeing how large his hands were, Rose would be lying if she hadn't imagined him becoming angry & using those big hands to end a life.
'No,' Rose told herself bitterly, 'You mustn't think so ill of a complete stranger. Why, he's probably very kind. & he is rather attractive as well, when you ignore the fact that you'll forever have to look up at him to see his eyes. Just... don't get to close to him, so you don't look too childish while talking to him.'
After she talked herself out of fearing her grandmother's guest, Rose made slow steps to get closer to the man, giving him a polite curtsy & bowing her head for a moment, giving him a proper greeting. Up close, Rose discovered that the man smelled of mint bushes & wet soil, an oddly exotic scent that Rose very much enjoyed already. He smelled like the forest.
"Good evening, Sir," Rose told the man softly, "I am Rose. Thank you for coming this evening." From the kitchen Rose's grandmother called for Rose to help her grab supper. Suddenly a bit wobbly on her feet, Rose briskly walked to the kitchen as Willow hurriedly put things together. The woman oddly looked displeased, like she'd rather the guest in their dining room not be there at all. It was a pity, for Rose herself found herself drawn to him.
"Grandmother, who is that?" Rose asked quietly as the roast was stuffed into her hands. The old woman shook her head, shooing Rose back towards the dining room.
"We'll have introductions during supper," she insisted to her grandchild, leading her to the dining room. With a bit of difficulty, Rose followed her & slid the roast at the center of the small dining room table, pouring cool water in the empty glasses provided. Rose could still feel the gaze of the guest on her, as if he was observing a foreign creature. What was so special about her that he kept watching her so intently?
'No,' Rose told herself bitterly, 'You mustn't think so ill of a complete stranger. Why, he's probably very kind. & he is rather attractive as well, when you ignore the fact that you'll forever have to look up at him to see his eyes. Just... don't get to close to him, so you don't look too childish while talking to him.'
After she talked herself out of fearing her grandmother's guest, Rose made slow steps to get closer to the man, giving him a polite curtsy & bowing her head for a moment, giving him a proper greeting. Up close, Rose discovered that the man smelled of mint bushes & wet soil, an oddly exotic scent that Rose very much enjoyed already. He smelled like the forest.
"Good evening, Sir," Rose told the man softly, "I am Rose. Thank you for coming this evening." From the kitchen Rose's grandmother called for Rose to help her grab supper. Suddenly a bit wobbly on her feet, Rose briskly walked to the kitchen as Willow hurriedly put things together. The woman oddly looked displeased, like she'd rather the guest in their dining room not be there at all. It was a pity, for Rose herself found herself drawn to him.
"Grandmother, who is that?" Rose asked quietly as the roast was stuffed into her hands. The old woman shook her head, shooing Rose back towards the dining room.
"We'll have introductions during supper," she insisted to her grandchild, leading her to the dining room. With a bit of difficulty, Rose followed her & slid the roast at the center of the small dining room table, pouring cool water in the empty glasses provided. Rose could still feel the gaze of the guest on her, as if he was observing a foreign creature. What was so special about her that he kept watching her so intently?
i feel so majestic.
7/10.
those colors are kinda weirding me out, but the composition is pretty solid.
those colors are kinda weirding me out, but the composition is pretty solid.
10/10
sweet, simple, CUTE.
sweet, simple, CUTE.
good to know.
i'll try to rescale stuff on tiny pic before i post things for now.
i won't lie, i'm spoiled.
xD
i'll try to rescale stuff on tiny pic before i post things for now.
i won't lie, i'm spoiled.
xD
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Appearance:
brown hair/ blue eyes
Name:
Ellanor "Cinderella" Winters
Age:
17 (birthday January 9th)
Likes:
sparring, reading, picking locks, her dagger
Dislikes:
the word "obey", corsets, cramped places
Appearance:
brown hair/ blue eyes
Name:
Ellanor "Cinderella" Winters
Age:
17 (birthday January 9th)
Likes:
sparring, reading, picking locks, her dagger
Dislikes:
the word "obey", corsets, cramped places
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