He had been avoiding her for two reasons. Both of them were good. The first was he was guilty. Whatever he had meant by the kiss, the very late night one, Giselle had not thought of it the same at all. She had rushed out with few words and he had been left standing alone. Confused, he felt that prickle of shame, of having done something wrong. He knew it had to have been bad, but that left him bewildered as to why it was bad and why she would think something like that. It wasn't bad. He knew that much. Naive as he was, he was well aware it was not a bad thing. Silvano still caused the young woman distress and that was why he was so guilty over the brief kiss in a candle lit library.
The second reason was embarrassment. Now, how could he not be? He kissed a girl for the first time and it had ended up in this sort of way. Plus just doing something like that, that potentially meant they liked the other person in a different way was just embarrassing in and of itself. The youth grew a little warmer in the face each time he thought of it. But that shame was always there, like some kind of tainted scent.
He had to go make amends and soon.
It was late once more when the young man found himself before Giselle's closed door. He stared at the door wood sullenly for a few moments before he knocked, once, twice, thrice. "Giselle?" he muttered, hand dropping to his sides. For once he wore a pair of pants he had found, namely because he had remembered how uncomfortable the young woman was when he had not worn them. Maybe Silvano was just trying to appease her. Nah. Not maybe. He was. "Are you there..?" he asked again, voice low so as not to disturb anyone else in the house.
And yet Giselle could not shake herself from it. It had only been a couple of days since she had been down to the library, and even during the day she was timid when she passed by it, afraid to find the knight-to-be there. Though every time she closed her eyes, all she saw were his emerald eyes and the way he smiled. No.. it must have been a dream all along.
Night had settled on the lands once again, and only a few candles were lit in the young woman's room. She could not sleep, for fear of seeing that dream again when her eyes fluttered closed, and feeling the heat radiating from her lips and throughout her face. It felt all too real, and yet the mahogany haired girl convinced herself it was a dream, or at the most she was sleepwalking. Presently, she sat at her desk, wearing her day clothing despite the hour that shown through her open window. Tux was in her lap, sleeping lightly, and she absentmindedly stroked the fur on the top of his head.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a knock on the door, and then felt her breath catching in her throat when she heard a familiar voice. The stoat awoke with a light squeak, and turned to look up at Giselle to see how she would react. The pale princess had not told her companion of that night - it wasn't real, after all. Powder blue eyes sat staring at the closed door, wondering if she should even answer. After a moment's debate, she swallowed, and responded. "Oh, yes, just a moment~"
There was a strange sensation that coursed through her when Giselle got up from her seat, and placed Tux in his small round bed. Making a motion for him to stay, 'Elle cleared her throat as she walked up to the door, suddenly feeling her heart in her throat. She didn't know why she was feeling this way, and tried to be as calm, graceful, and polite as possible. Gently putting a hand on the door handle, she pulled it open, and looked directly into the young man's emerald eyes.
She almost wished she hadn't. They were just like they were in her dream, and there when she slept. The laughter that came with it, however, was not there. Instead, it was replaced with a kind of.. sadness. Giselle's face nearly mimicked the boy's expression, but more because she hated to see others sad. Her gaze fluttered towards the floor, giving slight notice that he had clothing on that evening, but for what reason she was unsure of. "Y-yes?" She inquired, her tone as flighty as a butterfly's wing beat.
When she opened the door, the young man felt his face flush without his say so. It was unexpected, but he was glad that she couldn't tell it under his pelt. She seemed a little bit flustered by it as well, so it could only mean that she was just as embarrassed as he was about the whole thing. Maybe she'd be willing to accept his apology? But she looked away from him, at the floor, and not up at his eyes. Not after the first time she opened the door at least. About to ask her if he could come in, Silvano thought better of it. Best not go into her bedroom behind closed doors. He was an adult now, technically, but that was just not wise and Giselle would probably say no, anyway.
"I, uh..," he began, rather unsure of what to say to her. He knew he had to apologize, but he was stuck. "The other day..," paused the young adult, reaching for his neck, rubbing it in his self-consciousness. "I'm sorry if I offended you somehow." That was all he could really say. He was not sorry he did it, and not sorry that he himself had enjoyed it. He was simply sorry it had done something to her that he had not intended. "Can I make it up to you somehow?"
Pleaaaase let me know if the pp is not okay with you and I'll change this post.
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When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
Giselle stood there in the doorway, finding that she was unable to look at him in that moment. She therefore did not notice the blush upon his dark face, but she was sure her pale coloration gave her rosy cheeks away. The young woman shifted her weight from the tips of her toes to the balls of her feet, lightly rocking back and forth as he began to speak.
"No, I.." She spoke in between his pauses, but that was when she summoned the courage to look up at him again, and forgot how tall he was getting. He easily towered over her, like a dark castle with the orange sun being his ruffled hair. He was certainly built physically to become what he's always wanted - a knight. Giselle breathed out audibly, not knowing she had held in her breath when Silvano spoke. The girl was further taken aback by him wanting to make it up to her... but it was all just a dream. How could he--?
"Please, come in~" She offered gingerly, not wanting to wake anyone else in the Manor. Giselle stepped aside, feeling rude for keeping the man standing in the cold hallway. When he did step in, she closed the door lightly behind him, and stood facing the open door to the balcony. A light gust of wind blew into the room then, her amber waves of hair dancing off of her shoulders. Stray petals of the last remaining flowers in her hair finally floated down onto the floor, and carefully Giselle picked them up.
Without facing the boy, Giselle took a single step out onto the balcony. The summer air was warm, yet night's touch cooled the lands. Chirping crickets and other night critters were the only sounds to be heard, and 'Elle marveled at the night scenery. It was calm, peaceful, and just what she had needed. As the gust of wind died, she turned towards the young man and looked at him, fidgeting lightly with the colorful petal in her fingers. "Don't be silly, Silvano. It was just a dream.." She murmured in his direction, convincing herself that he must have had the same dream somehow. Dreams could be strangely connected in that way, but for reasons Giselle couldn't explain.
He gave her a weird look, wondering what on earth she was talking about. A dream? That wasn't right. Silvano knew he had not been dreaming at the time, and it was far too realistic to have been a dream. In his dreams, the youth did not read, he lived the things he had read about, simple as that. Of course, that was whenever he had gotten a chance to sleep. He was getting more and more sleep deprived, but still functioned well. He was certain he was becoming an insomniac, if his almost constant wakefulness was something to alert him. He had slept maybe seven hours in the past three days, and felt as though he had slept ten that night.
Silvano followed behind the young woman, keeping a few steps beside her. Far enough away not to make her uncomfortable, but close enough away to make sure it didn't seem he was keeping his distance. He was giving her a questioning look, despite her eyes being on the scenery. "What.. What do you mean by it was a dream?" Genuinely, the youth was confused. He remembered it well and he wondered why she thought it was a dream. "It was a few days ago in the library, late at night."
So, writing this post was a little weird to me for some reason, but it is the end of the day too ._.; If it's hard to respond to I can rewrite it some.
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When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
The ivory and cream hued girl remained staring at the boy, as if looking past him. Bright blue eyes shone with a mixture of the light from the inside of her room, and the darkness from the night sky behind her. Giselle saw him, but did not really see the knight-to-be standing there. It was as if she were looking for the impossible, something that she wished with all her heart but would not come.
A part of her was convinced the night was real, that they read and spoke of true love beneath the moonlit window. But it couldn't have happened, it wasn't how Giselle had imagined her first kiss. Her papa had always told her she was a princess, and so her life must act accordingly, right? So then.. why didn't a prince kiss her? The boy before her was not what she had expected, and she was looking at him as if to even know he was there; that he was real. Engrossed in thought, Giselle found herself approaching the young man, one hand outstretched until her fingers lightly rested on his bare chest.
But he every bit as real as her dreams were vivid, and it was only until the figure spoke that she blinked and gazed up at him. Her eyes were searching, attempting to read a book that had a possible deeper meaning, but all she saw staring back at her were emeralds, like sparkling jewelry.
Giselle blinked again, then realized her actions and drew her hand back towards her, like a flame had burned her. The young woman stepped back carefully, and politely, and found herself looking to the floor. "No, it wasn't real, so it had to have been a dream.." Her tone of voice seemed to be trying to convince herself, shying away from the truth of it all. It had all been very real, but in Giselle's mind it wasn't how it was supposed to be. Lifting her head, she took another look up at him. "Right?" Light blue eyes looked pleading, as if she wished he would tell her that it was a dream all along. Though the thoughts of fantasy wanting to be a reality had been fighting with her inner turmoil, she still wanted to believe that what had happened did not.
It was kind of awkward, with her gazing at him with those big eyes of hers, as though looking for something she could not find. He almost stepped back, but held back the urge. Silvano met her gaze solemnly, even as she silently moved toward him, and placed a hand on his chest. He stiffened slightly, neck hairs rising at the touch. It was surprise only, simply because he thought she was not about anything like that. She was a hugger, that much he could tell of her, but this was not a careless, carefree hug. Where her hand met his chest, his skin grew warm. But before he could cover her hand with his own -purely instinctual on his part- she pulled away from him.
Now, he was hurt. She kept trying to convince both of them that it had not been real. And that hurt. Did she hate him so much that she could not accept what had happened. Giselle should have just told him what she felt and apologize to him, rather than do this so cruelly. "It was real..," he said quietly, feeling anger and sadness stiffening his limbs. Silvano leaned on the railing, arms straight and tight as he clenched his support. He glanced at her, eyes full of hurt. "Why do you think it wasn't real? What did I do to make you dislike me like this?" His voice, which had gone lower since he had grown into his height, age, and frame. But it was still in the middle range, tenor. Nothing low. He could hardly pull off a sultry whisper. Regardless, it was full of pain now.
As naive and disbelieving as 'Elle was, there was no masking what emotions she saw the young man go through just then, under the stars. She saw him react emotionally violently towards her words, and her ears pressed back against her dark head of hair at his first set of words. Her eyes grew in her face, as if the shock and surprise from the few nights ago had come back to her. "No.." They were the first words she whispered, her face turning into an expression of sadness she could not hide. "I'm sorry, Silvano. I did not mean to--" But the tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, and she turned back out to the balcony and walked as far as she could away from the boy, to the edge, where she saw all of the Dreaming lands beneath her. Her hands were clasped together, as she had a tendency to do, unsure of what to do next. She could not prevent the few tears that began to fall down her snow white face, however. A part of her could not, would not, believe that the boy had done what he had done beneath the moonlight in the library. Giselle briefly glanced up at the moon, looking for guidance, but only found more tears falling.
Still not willing to accept the whole truth, the mahogany haired female turned and strode back to the young man, and threw her arms around him and hugged his back. She didn't know what else to do, as she pressed the side of her face into his back. "I.. I don't dislike you, Silvano. I just--" A pause, as her voice cracked and she squeezed her eyes shut. If she could not convince the boy that what had happened was a dream, all she wanted now was for him to be happy. She hated to see anyone upset, as it upset her too. "I'm sorry.. that I've made you sad."
He didn't say anything when she apologized, only watched the kingdom before him fall into sleep, darkness long since set over it. The world was a dark blue, grey, and black painting. And it did nothing to soothe his emotions. Silvano was hurting. He had no clue what Giselle meant to him and she was already telling him, indirectly, that she was not interested at all and that she did not much care for him to boot. But he also had not slept much, yet he was sure his mind was clear. This was no dream. It was no nightmare, but it sure felt just as bad as if it were.
She moved away from him, to the edge of the balcony. He turned his head away from her, ears turned back. Silvano had no idea she was crying; he was trying his hardest to ignore her and fight his childish desire to cry. It was working well for him; he had to grow up and this was the only way to do it. Man up. Man up and grow up.
He stiffened slightly as she came up behind him, ears standing straight. But he relaxed almost instantly, his tense arms softening, muscles slacking. Silvano heard her voice falter; clearly she had been crying. "Don't cry..," he said softly, voice gentler than before. A dark hued hand covered Giselle's smaller, pale one. There was nothing to be said about what she told him. Her apology was.. acceptable, but he still felt as though she was skirting around the real question. And that was what bothered him now. He could forgive her for a lot, especially since she did not mean anything with malice. Ever. "But.. but why do you think it was a dream..?" he asked, voice breaking slightly, only a slight sign of his genuine concern.
Don't get too close or I might get the tonic water and limes out and come after you >[
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When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
There was no rhyme or reason towards Giselle's sudden need to comfort the boy, who was saddened by something she had said. It was he who had come to apologize to her in the first place that evening, and yet the tables turned in a heartbeat. The girl remained there, soaking his fur, but just like the night before they were subsiding quickly. Though she could not see his reactions, 'Elle felt his hand upon her own, and the heat returned to her face once more.
A cream tipped ear twitched as she heard him ask a question, one she had to pause and think about. How could she not think it was a dream? Giselle seemed so flustered by the reality of that night that, in her own head, it was a fairy tale in itself. But the young woman had grown up only knowing of fairy tales and the morals they taught, so much so that reality was a shock to her. The question took her aback somewhat, and the female pulled away from the dark furred male, wiping a palm across her cheeks as she moved next to him.
Her slightly swollen eyes looked over the balcony and to the blanket of night, her hands busying themselves with the silver crown around her neck. "Because it doesn't seem real," she finally said, shaking her head as she did so. "It was all that talk about true love, from the book. And, I don't know, it just--" Giselle paused, admitting to have remembered the details about that night, in her 'dream'. She did not finish her sentence, softly breathing in the summer night air through her nostrils. Her gaze tilted up towards him, attempting to look into his face for any change in emotion. All she hoped was that he was not upset. "You don't have to make it up to me, it's alright~" And then, a hint of a smile played across her face, the emotion she knew how to express best.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH LEMONS? I'LL BE THE GUY KILLING YOU. WITH LEMONS!
Silvano let her pull away from him, even though he liked her there. His skin was so warm where she had been before, and his face felt hot from it all too. He could not really help it; it was kind of hard, especially with hormones and the drive youth had. At least he had morals, and his mother would make sure he did some obscene things in apology for anything. That or someone would come and rip his .. throat out.
Giselle still skirted around the subject, and the young man could not help but wonder why. It was always why. It was never anything else. Always why. Maybe a little bit of when, too; when she would answer him properly; when he would understand her fully. So many questions and she danced around the only one he had truly asked her.But he figured it was too much to ask for. Especially since she would have answered it by now.
Sighing, the young man pushed away from the railing, standing straight. He was at his tallest now. Over seven feet tall, he towered over the short woman. Silvano weakly smiled at her, and calmly said, "It's alright. I know you won't answer, so don't worry about it." He wished she would though. There were too many questions and the scant hours of sleep he would get tonight were going to be a hell. Maybe he ought to see Cambria or Amata, for something to help him sleep. This was not going to help his sleep patterns, but then again, nothing seemed to help anymore.
I saw this video where this dude made a bomb in Minecraft as a lemon, and set a house on fire. xD;
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When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
There was no honest answer she could give to the knight-to-be, especially when she didn't know how to accept it herself. She bit her lip in thought, her smile disappearing for a moment, watching him as he stood up straight. A long shadow was cast over her by his size alone, and he looked almost monstrous under all that shaggy hair. He was a quiet sort, and didn't speak his mind much. It almost reminded her of the Beast in the book.
But then a thought occurred to her, and her face became as bright as the moon above them. "I have an idea~" 'Elle piped up, her voice lyrical once more before the whole ordeal happened. "How about we plan a picnic? I can make us something.. Oh! And you can bring your favorite book to read, if you'd like. It'd be lovely," she said, smiling at the idea. She enjoyed spending time with the boy, and hoped the idea would cheer him up some.
But then her smile disappeared again, and turned into concern. "Oh, I hope you're not angry at me. Please say you'll come~?" The concern was still there, not wanting to have gotten on the young man's bad side. She knew what happened to the Beast when he was angered, and Giselle shuddered at the thought.
Well that was that. There was no getting through to her. But at least she wanted to make up for it all. It was a sign that she did, in fact, like him. At least in a friendly way. What else was he supposed to ask for now? A flying pony? No, this would have to do for now. Besides, if she did not feel similarly (though he was still confused and on the edge), then she didn't. Simple as that.
"Alright," he said, smiling meekly at her, leaning against the railing on his elbows; it was a drastic stoop but it felt just fine to him. He figured he would bring one that would not cause her to cry again, and maybe make it something that couldn't cause her to cry again. Like a nature book. Or a cookbook. She would like that, he thought. Or he was more or less sure she would enjoy it.
Shaking his head, the Sadira gave a light smile at her. "No, I'm not mad. I can't be mad at you." It was hard to be angry with her. Especially since her innocence pretty much wafted out of every orifice. One last sigh, and he nodded at her. Sleep was something on his mind, but he knew if it did not come soon, it would not come till tomorrow. "I'll come. When?" was all he asked. What else was he going to say? If he said no, she'd probably cry and ask him why he didn't like her. And why he was still made. How could he say no?
And I set fiiirreeeee to the raaiiiiinnn. We could probably wrap this up with like another post each maybeh?
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It was like the girl hopped from one emotion to the next, and did not truly see what the male wanted of her. He wanted a straight answer, one she thought she had given, but now her concerns were to make up for upsetting him in the way 'Elle thought she could. In her heart, the pale princess thought she had found a good friend in the knight-to-be. A small squeal emitted from her when Silvano had accepted her offer.
"Wonderful!" She chided, nearly bouncing where she stood. Her eyes lit up like the stars above, almost like a new person that had emerged from her tears moments before. And to top it all off, he wasn't at all mad at her! In her excitement, she wanted to hug him, but thought better of it. Something told her, from his droopy eyes, that he would prefer otherwise. Instead, she lay a comforting hand on his arm, her touch very light.
Giselle noticed the stark contrast between the colors of light and dark, for a brief moment. "I'm delighted you'll come," she said genuinely, her voice as bright and airy as springtime. But then the mahogany haired girl began to think of everything she herself needed to do in order to prepare, and removed her hand from Silvano's arm and placed her now curled fingers to her lips. "Oh, there's much to do.." Powdery blue eyes looked out into the expanse of the Dream lands, and began to mutter to herself everything she had to prepare - from the food to the traveling necessities, where to go, what to wear, and so forth.
She paused in her rambling thoughts, and looked back up to the mottled male and smiled. "Whenever is best for you," she finally answered. Giselle's eyes grew wide for a moment, then looked up at the dusky sky. "Oh, but not tonight. It is getting very late," she stated, wondering at all why he would ever want to have a picnic at night. Looking back at her tall friend, her face lit up as she awaited his response. The excitement was slowly dwindling, and the young woman took notice of her exhaustion as her eyelids began to relax.
You can close up after this post oooor post again. Which eva
The hand on his arm made him grin sheepishly at the young woman. It felt warm on his skin, and he could not help but notice how pale she was in comparison to him. Silvano took after his mother, that much was certain. She looked away, already in her own little world. Silvano simple waited for her to remember that he stood there beside her. It was not long; how could she forget he was still there in her room? But the young man was concerned over how fast she got excited, and seemingly forgot everything that had happened. Maybe that was just the way she was; bubbly and charming to a fault. Silvano shook his head slightly at her, tempted to point it out. Later, perhaps.
"If you need help, just ask me." Silvano would give what he could, especially if it would put all this behind them. He did not really want to make her sad again. Girls crying was something most males liked to avoid. Silvano was one of them.
The young man gave a light laugh at her dismissing now as a good time to have a picnic. "Well, of course not now. You look like you're tired. Plus it's kind of shady." A young man and woman going out in the middle of the night? Silvano was not really sure what his mother would think. She would either be proud or wonder what on earth his was getting up to. But that was Savina for you, an atypical mother. His father would probably be proud though. He was like that. Oh, his family. "I should go, then. Let you get some sleep." Silvano, on the other hand, was probably going to grab a book and head up to his room and attempt to get some shut eye.
