Wyanne's Ships: Writing Practice
I am currently dealing with my WIPs, and I had the bright idea to try writing Wyanne's reactions to the same situation, but with her different ships. She still has more ships with other OCs, but their relationships have yet to be fleshed out :P So we have 4 for now :DDD
POV: Wyanne got flowers...for no reason.
River (@mostboringcrossover)
"River!" Wyanne peered into his room with a bright smile on her face. "I've a question!"
"Oh, Puffy," his tail wagged happily as she approached him, "what is it?"
"I found something on my desk," she held out the small bouquet of flowers, "but there's no note... Did you put this there?"
"I did," he made grabby hands and melted into her hold when she hugged him, "I found them during one of my explorations."
"Really?" She beamed happily at him. "But why? What's the occasion?"
"What?" He looked up at her, wide eyed. "You forgot?"
"Forgot..." It wasn't her birthday, neither was it his. It wasn't a holiday. There was no annniversary, no milestone, no... "Shite, I suppose I have."
"How could you?" He gasped dramatically, fake-sobbing. "I can't believe this! Have I become boring? Do you not love me?"
"Of course I love you! I-I'm sorry I forgot!" She kissed his forehead and rocked him back and forth. "Please tell me what day it is? I'll mark it on my calendar and write it on my ceiling so it's the first thing I'll remember when I wake up!" He wheezed at her words, in absolute hysterics as he laughed. "I'm being serious!" She laughed.
He was still smiling when their laughter died. "Alright, I'll tell you. It's 'I want to give my girlfriend flowers' Day."
"That's not a thing!" She laughed before kissing him silly.
"Duckai!" She threw open his door, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand as she rushed inside. "What is this?!"
"...They're flowers, Firefly," Lukai smirked at her. "F-L-O-W-E-R-S. The little colourful things you see in the wild?"
"I know that," she deadpanned at him. "I meant why do I have flowers on my desk!"
"What do you mean why?" He plucked the bouquet from her and examined the flowers carefully. "There's nothing wrong with them, is there?"
"There is!" She pointed at him. "Why did you give me flowers? Is this a new poisoning tactic?!"
He huffed a laugh at her dramatics. "Poison— Firefly, if I wanted to hurt you, I'd just Aguamenti you." "Be serious for once!" She tried to suppress her smile and maintain a serious expression. "Is there some sort of occasion? Why did you give me flowers?"
He pulled her in by her waist, looking up at her with his soft green eyes. "Does a man need a reason to give his favourite girl flowers?"
"...Yes?" "No!" Lukai facepalmed as Wyanne finally bursted into a fit of giggles. "Why would I need a special reason to give you flowers? I just found them pretty and wanted to give them to you!"
"Fine," she lifted his hand and kissed his parted lips, "thank you, my love."
"Orpheus," Wyanne slipped into his shop with a mysterious smile, "you didn't stop by at my house earlier today while I was at work, did you?"
"I may have not," Orpheus put the last stock of Grand Wiggenweld in the shelf with an indifferent expression, "or I may have had."
"So you did," she fiddled with the small bouquet in her hands. "Why?"
"I just wanted to," he said like he was discussing the weather with her. "If you dislike them, you can toss them away."
"Why would I toss them?" She approched him slowly as she picked up the little yellow wildflower in the middle of the bundle of florals. "They're a gift from you—I'm keeping them, no doubt."
He was about to say something to brush it off when he felt her fingers thread through his hair. "There," she giggled happily as his hand went up, feeling around his hair curiously, "you look pretty."
She'd planted the yellow flower into his hair...
He turned around and gave her a half smile. "Prettier than before?"
"No," she shrugged, "just...pretty. Would you wear it for the rest of the day?"
"Sure." he plucked another flower—a different variant from her choice— from her bouquet and tucked it behind her ear. "And now we match."
"Sappy Orphie," she pulled him in by his belt and leaned in to kiss him.
"Meelee!" Wyanne rushed towards her favourite Seeker, who had just finished practice. "Look!" She proudly brandished the small bouquet of colourful flowers to her girlfriend. "Aren't they pretty?"
"They are," Mylene smiled endearingly, "I'd hoped you'd love them."
"Of course I love them!" Wyanne smiled widely. "Where did you get these?"
"I found them while I was doing my flying practices," Mylene chuckled warmly. "I remembered to look out for these yellow ones you like so much. The blue ones because they brought out the yellow, and the white ones like the shine in your eyes..." Wyanne was gaping at her. "...It's silly, I guess."
Wyanne pulled her girlfriend down and kissed her all over her face. "You are the best girlfriend ever!" Wyanne yelled, drawing mutiples pairs of curious eyes. "How can I ever repay you?"
"Oh, I don't know?" Mylene grinned at her reaction. "Maybe some more kisses would do for now."
"I would give you my lifetime of kisses!" "Is that a proposal?" "Could be," Wyanne frowned, "but there's no ring..."
The Slytherin chuckled to herself, "it's just a joke—" "Oh! Hold this!" Wyanne plucked a yellow bloom, shoving the bouquet into Mylene's empty hand, and started pinching and pulling... "Here!" She slipped the slightly wonky flower ring into Mylene's ring finger. "Hmm..." Both girls blinked at the ring for a second before Mylene pressed a kiss on Wyanne's forehead wordlessly.
