iiocane-deactivated20190209: "" I'm not very indulgent on this particular holiday love, but i thought it only fitting. ' and with his words he offers her a bundle of flowers, ranging from roses to plumarias in every color he could find. while a man may get a bundle of roses for his sweetheart, buttercup was far more than just his sweetheart and deserved every flower imaginable. "
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Cerulean orbs flickered as the beauty of a smile graced her features. This ‘indulgence’ was definitely unexpected, but welcomed as her hand wrapped around the stems of the flowers. ”They’re beautiful,” she paused, ”but your presence is more than enough for me.” Buttercup’s face softened, eyes bright as she lowered the bouquet and pressed a tender kiss to his gentle lips. “And your love.”
iiocane-deactivated20190209: "ooc ;; i love going to the askbox on your blog and seeing the 'i care not, only for my westley' bc then it's like 'yis. only i get the loves. ONLY ME. ALL RESERVED FOR WESTLEY. ' it makes me feel special (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧"
Hehehe. Honestly, I can’t see myself shipping her with anyone else. It just wouldn’t make sense to me. So yes. It is very very true and very necessary to have on my blog. And I love you. It all fits. And fits wonderfully. So feel special mhmm. This blog was made for you. And that’s just the truth.
he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he tried to get away with what little dignity he had left by covering himself with a washcloth.
▒ ℬ ▒ “I heard that. And I’ll have you know I have been facing away the whole time after. I do not pride myself in seeing men naked.“
The blonde defended before she walked out of the doorway and out of his quarters, closing her eyes and leaning against the nearest wall as she waited for him to help her as he was supposed to do.
ℛ It isn’t too long before the boy appears once more with the buckets filled with water, setting them down before her as if to ask if there were anything else that she needed him to do. sometimes he thought buttercup just ordered him around for fun rather than need, but he would do what she asked anyway.
▒ ℬ ▒ Going into the little cottage, the flaxen young woman set about readying a meal, starting the fire as he went to fetch the water just as she had asked. Starting on the dough for a meat pie, her deft fingers kneaded and she hummed. Softly. And to herself, looking up only when he walked through the door and set the buckets before her. Eyes drifting over his smudged face, she reached in the bucket with her thumb then swiped some dirt away. "Thank you.“ Clearing her throat, she looked out the door and licked her lips. "Now shine my saddle, I’d like to see my face in it by morning.”
▒ ℬ ▒ “Well, I can testify that you did not. Do you want me to bring it before a judge?” Buttercup sighed. “The heater is broken. Fix it once you’re cleanly once again. And I will bleach my mind.” So she says, but he was admittedly attractive. However, this was less than planned.
open ;;ℛ ’ there’s this wonderous thing called knocking, perhaps you should try it sometime. ‘
▒ ℬ ▒ "As if I planned to disturb you at such a time.“ The blonde whirled around and faced the open door to the bedroom. "Next time, maybe you should close your door, hmm?”
was all he replies to her, just like always. a soft smile of amusement tugs at his lips to the joy it brings her to order him around, and he can’t say he minds. as he had been busy with cutting up firewood he hadn’t really gotten around to the water, and calloused fingers wrapped around the buckets handles as he began towards the well to fill them.
▒ ℬ ▒ Curious as always was his reply, something that always made her wonder if there was something wrong with his head, but then again he worked for her family. Maybe it was bitterness, maybe it was not, either way it caused a flicker in her eyes while she watched him walk away and went to brush her horse’s mane, waiting patiently, nary a thought past that in her mind.
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ℬ ▒ "Farm boy,“ the blonde spoke in slight reproach as she wandered up to him, eyes sparkling with an amusement that was best described in its hiding as diminutive, as it should have been a secret how fond of giving orders she was to the man. "Where is that water I had you fetch? I’m quite parched. If you’ve yet to get it, do it now.”
