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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:42 pm
Howl had stopped by work the day after his visit to his wonder to try and clear up the issue that had arose with his injured status. He had come with his work uniform, ready to be put to work. The Yates seemed to be understanding, but told their employee that they could not include him on the schedule until the next week.
It left him with free time. He still had many issues to turn about in his mind, and despite being able to logically tell himself it was not the wisest decision on his part, he had found a place where he could phase into his Squire's uniform without any strangers seeing the transition.
He might have seemed out of place in the broad daylight in a relatively public place, but he did not seem to care. His feet eventually brought him past the onlookers and towards a place of comfort for him. One of the city gardens.
Eventually he stopped in front of some white lilies. Nysa was quite certain they were imported, but he didn't say anything aloud. He just stood and gazed as he tried to turn his thoughts about in his head.
He didn't hear the occasional comment about his strange outfit. He was just there to clear his mind and he was doing just that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:18 pm
Today was one of those days that Anemone felt right enough with the world that she felt safe going out into it. It had been a hard couple of months since her purification but finally promise was showing on the horizon. Despite everything, Theodora was still Theodora and after wandering around the city blocks for an hour with mild interest eventually she found her way to a city garden.
She had been standing near the white lilies, admiring them in a simple white sun dress, when someone in teal walked up near them. She looked at him for a moment before she decided the flowers were much more interesting and deserving of the attention. She got closer to them, a simple smile on her face, but when she got close enough to touch them she hesitated. Part of her wanted to grab them and never let go but another part of her wanted to protect them with a ginger touch.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 8:29 pm
It seemed as if a young lady had decided to keep him company. He easily noticed when a blur of white had approached at his side, and his teal eyes glanced to take a curious look.
A girl with long silver hair and a simple dress had decided the Lilies were worth her attention. By the time he had looked at her, she was no longer looking to him and instead giving all her attentions to the flowers.
She stepped forward, then stopped. It was easy to sense the longing of her gaze, though her exact desires were not a science to figure out.
With a gloved hand, he reached out and touched beneath one petal of the Lily. In a gentle tone, he then stated "This one is called the Washington Lily, Miss. Are you unfamiliar with it?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 8:57 pm
It was the movement of the gloved hand that caught her attention first, her eyes drawing away from the flower and following the glove up the arm until her eyes met Nysa's face. It was him? Quickly her eyes darted back down to the flower as she watched him gingerly touch beneath one petal of the lily. He did what she wanted to do? Her head tilted slightly with a sigh, listening to what he was saying.
"Washington Lily?" She repeated, the heavy accent changing the pronunciation slightly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 10:20 pm
This girl's accent was quite similar to the accent belonging to another young lady he had met at some point. However, the Squire was not about to mention this.
It was odd, but there was a sort of strange innocence this girl seemed to be displaying in even such a short amount of time.
With a gentle nod of his head, the young gentleman confirmed she had gotten the term correct. "Yes, that is the flower's name."
Without another word, he reached out to touch the girl's hand. If she didn't pull it away, he aimed to guide her into touching the flower's petal as well.
"...it is okay to touch it, Miss."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 8:11 pm
The confirmation made the lass smile brightly but honestly she probably wouldn't remember it. However, the feeling it sent through her body to be able to properly say something in English when she lived in a foreign world was special. It was warm and rewarding, although fairly frustrating. Thankfully, unlike her time as Theodora, there was an obvious interest compared to absolute refusal before. She had a reason to learn it now and no reason to hold her back.
While Nysa moved in to guide Anemone's hand to the flower, she found herself looking at him. Him was a relative term though because given his delicate features and androgynous nature it was no simple task to simply apply a sex to. His outfit didn't exactly scream out to her as something different but the way everyone was looking at him as they passed by brought her own attention to him. For the first time since she got here she got a good look of his outfit. It was reminiscent of something she couldn't place and that lack of placement caused her chest to tighten.
She didn't understand why it hurt and her body wanted to escape from this place but before she could she felt the soft petals of the flower he guided her to, and was freed from her from her pain with a reassuring comfort. It was obvious she enjoyed it as her fingers softly caressed the surface of the flower's petals, and some of Nysa's hand in the process, even if she didn't have words for Nysa.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 9:42 pm
This girl did not seem like one for words, but her gratitude was evident. If anything, it almost felt as if he was experiencing her joy as she ran her fingers over the petals (and his fingers indirectly).
Since the girl now was able to touch the plant without whatever unspoken fear she had before, he whisked his hand away from hers so she could enjoy the bloom without his guidance.
This girl might not have had any words for him, but he had one word for her.
"Good."
It was scary to think of the road not traveled. Today's untraveled road was one that sought out Neptune once more. It was a road he had traveled many times over the last few months with relatively no reward.
Today he had not taken that road, and now he had been able to witness and perhaps even assist a young lady in connecting with the flora. He would have missed such if he had sought out Neptune again. This girl would have still be toiling over the decision to touch the lily or not.
He had stepped back, now watching the girl and the flowers.
This is what I need...
With a subtle smile, the lad uttered out softly "...thank you, Miss..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 9:17 pm
Good was a good word. She recognized it and its meaning immediately. She smiled at it, grey eyes looking up to Nysa as he began to step back. She didn't move forward after him but her eyes followed him with interest. Was he leaving already? It seemed like he only just got here. Should he not stay longer to properly admire the flowers?
"Thank you?" She questioned. Why was he thanking her?
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 4:44 pm
Though she had questioned his choice of words, he did not attempt a response. Instead, he crossed his right arm across his torso and bent forward for a sort of polite bow before he stood himself upright and turned. Once he was facing away, he began to walk with all the dignity of a prince.
The tails of his sash fluttered back gently as he moved, slowly seeming to distance himself from this girl, the flowers, and the park in general.
There were matters he needed to tend to, but for once, it was not for the Princess of Neptune.
It was for himself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 4:53 pm
Anemone watched in silence as the young man bow to her and then leave. She might have been a little confused because she didn't understand why he had thanked her but she didn't seem to mind the fact he left very much.
She simply went back to what she was doing before, enjoy a simple task of admiring the flowers. As much as his time was his own, her time without ********* was hers. Sometimes it was hard to do things for your own when you were used to a life revolving around another but when you finally did manage to it could surprise you.
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