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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:04 pm
"You could have dried them." Terryn looked to make sure that nobody was watching before plucking a rose from the bush and sitting back down next to it. She used her thumbnail to scrape off the thorns before twirling it in her fingers and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear again. "That's what I did when my mother died. The gardener no longer wished to keep up with the maintenance so I picked them all and dried them before they withered."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:08 pm
OOC: Time fo' da dinna'.
"I didn't want to touch them," explained Marcus. "I wanted them to be last touched by my mother. Though, in hindsight, I might have dried at least one."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:12 pm
"I understand. It killed me to see my mother's things moved from my parents' bedroom when Serina moved in." Terryn took a deep, painful breath. "At least it was all moved into my brothers' rooms and not sold." She gently touched her necklace, looking at the rose. "This necklace was hers. I never wear jewelry unless it belonged to her. It makes it appear as though she is not that far away." She brushed her hair out of her face again, still looking at the rose.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:13 pm
Without thinking, Marcus set a hand very gently on her shoulder. "She is not." He looked at a bush and exhaled. "I don't want to sound like a clergyman, but she's only as far away as you make her. It's like that for other people too. You can choose to be distant with your neighbor, or very close to someone hours away."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:16 pm
Terryn felt an odd, warm pressure on her shoulder, which was strangely comforting. She glanced to the side and saw Marcus's hand resting there. The contact nearly made her shiver from sheer unfamiliarity, but she kept her composure and looked up into his eyes. "Well that is inspiring." She meant it as a half joke, a light grin gracing her face as she twirled the rose in her fingers.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:25 pm
Marcus smiled. "Amen." He rose from the bench now, his hand lifting from her shoulder until the tips of his fingers grazed her shoulder and slipping away without a trace of awkwardness. "Speaking of which. The church program must be almost over."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:27 pm
"Already?" She placed the flower behind her right ear, using it to hold back her falling hair. "I can not believe we have been here for so long. We barely did anything but talk..." That was an odd thing, being able to spend a solid amount of time just...just talking.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:30 pm
Marcus extended his hand to help Terryn up. "Ah, forgive me. I speak very slowly. It's probably interrelated with my--what was it?--deplorable intellectual features." He was teasing, of course. And he was surprised to discover that it was a great deal of fun to poke fun at Terryn, because she was never without a ready answer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:32 pm
"Yes, I would imagine. As a matter of fact, I'm surprised that you even remembered such large words." Terryn grinned cheekily. "I should give you a treat for it or something...like a dog."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:35 pm
"I very much enjoy pastries. And rare meat," added Marcus sarcastically, as the church doors opened slowly. "They'll be coming out in a moment, you know."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:39 pm
"Yes..." Terryn sighed, inadvertantly though. "And here I thought we would do something constructive with our time." She looked down at their hands, which were still clasped. Somehow, it didn't really phase her, perhaps because she was still under the mindset that it was all a farce. "All we have managed to do is get our hands stuck together."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:45 pm
"Oh, bother." Marcus didn't let go, or hold on tighter. He merely looked at their hands contentedly.
"Are they still in the gardens?" inquired the Duchess, after stepping out and looking around once.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:48 pm
"I would assume so. I told Terryn to stay there since the guards are around." He walked with the duchess into the large garden, strolling along until he peered the couple around the corner. He noticed their hands clasped and retreated back out of view. "Did you see that?"
Terryn grinned. "This is a problem I think. If they were to catch us in this way, they may assume that we are...dare I say it...interested." She gave him a scandalous gaze, as though they were privvy to a rather juicy rumour.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:52 pm
The Duchess smiled. "I did, in fact. I do love summer weddings, don't you, dear?" she asked the Earl warmly.
"Ah, because our plan for the carriage ride does not in any way imply that," said Marcus, returning the gaze best he could and looking rather laughable.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 9:55 pm
He chuckled warmly, but quietly. "I prefer May myself."
"Oh...oh yes there is that." Terryn started ambling away, pulling him along with her. "Come, we must make a large spectacle of ourselves." She swung their arms back and forth exaggeratedly. "We must...gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, prepare to catch me when I faint." She sighed wistfully in an obviously fake tone and placed her free hand to her forehead momentarily. "And then...the awkward tense moment before we finally allow ourselves to be taken by passion and we..." She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "Kiss."
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