Word Count → 418 :: That post was absolutely wonderful to read! You have such a lovely writing style.
Like the naive adolescent she was, Clover was quick to fall victim to the gentleman’s charm. And true to any childish crush, a strange mix of excitement and anxiety flooded her veins. It wasn’t easy for her to conclude why she so hastily felt this way, but perhaps it was because his charming ways reminded her that there was still good in the world. Lately, Clover had fallen away from Mother Earth and what she had thought she had stood for. What with Sage’s injury, their unsuccessful attempts at locating their father, and Micah’s refusal to stay with them, things had just seemed to grow darker. When the young Lykoi looked to those apple green eyes, she thought that perhaps she could escape the real world. Up on this ledge, they had been lifted from reality. There was hope in those eyes, and she didn’t want to let it slip away.
And then the girl was suddenly very self conscious about her own appearance. His words had only caused the blush beneath the rouge mask to deepen, and her expression grew somewhat bashful. "You’re too kind," came her soft response, as her hand lifted to brush away some of the golden waves that framed her face. Pale straw gaze found the bracelets adorning her wrists and Clover was not aware of how he looked at her then. She couldn’t possibly understand his inner workings or how they made him perceive her. The hippie child was naïve enough to believe in true love, and her heart entertained notions of the concept.
At his words, her gaze instantly found his again and she silently praised him for giving her a reason to study those brilliant faux emeralds. "Of course," she chimed easily, feeling her excitement flare as the male lessened the distance between them. "I hadn’t planned on leaving anyway. Not while my savior was still around," here her words were punctuated by a coy smile. How wonderful it was that her mood had so effortlessly been pushed from one end of the spectrum to the other. Sirius had dispelled her feeling of tragic isolation and served to remind her of the beauty she desperately sought in the world. Why couldn’t the world truly be a place of love and happiness like, as a child, Juniper Peace had led her to believe?
Now it seemed as if Clover only had eyes for Sirius, and could not possibly comprehend that he was in fact the mountain predator he had alluded to.
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