golden days

bllythe​:

“ a TERRIFYING sneeze, i assume, “ he snickers, instinctively putting his head over hers as if to help extinguish it. as he feels the warmth, he realizes what he’s done and quickly takes his hand back, his cheeks WARMING just as his hand had just done. “ i wouldn’t ever think it was dangerous. i mean, obviously with what i just did i think quite the OPPOSITE but you’ll find a new family in time, right ? you always have a place here with me. “

“–oh, it MUST’VE been.” despite it being a sour memory, she still manages to laugh; it’s so easy to be open with gilbert, much easier than she’d ever anticipated. she’s shaken from the softness of the moment when his hand rests over hers, though lee says nothing. the witch is afraid that if she does, it may make things awkward, may force them both to acknowledge she fears this is steadily turning into.

“…i suppose. it’s just been lava and i for a while now. i’ve found that it’s just… simpler. being on my own.”

while she knows that he’s probably kidding, and she should never admit it out loud, there is some pride that comes with knowing that he doesn’t want to avoid her. it’s also kind of nice to know that she’s not alone in the way that she feels. that, while their exact reasons for avoiding everyone are a little different, there’s someone else that can’t always handle the cafeteria. maybe it’s not a huge deal, but he has managed to bring a smile to her face.

“i’d like it if you did sit with me.” she finally says. she’d never really been planning on asking him to leave in the first place, honestly. while she only knew him from class, he didn’t seem to be the type to disturb peace and quiet anyways. he just kind of seemed… nice. which was more than could be said about some of the other students here. 

“i have decided that you seem like good company, gilbert. so you now have permission to sit at the most exclusive lunch table.” at this point, her book has been closed and forgotten. she actually wants to talk to him. how strange. “i’m rejecting applications every week. you should be lucky.”

her brows arch up, amusement in her bright eyes.    true, lunch hadn’t been on her agenda today   —   she’d planned on window - shopping, to admire the obscenely expensive gowns she can suddenly afford.     ( she is still getting used to her brother’s fortune weighing down her purse    ;    while evelyn would give it all back to have charles with her for a few more years, he’s left her generously set up for a few lifetimes, if she doesn’t squander it all on foolish things. )    tea seems like a better investment than dresses, at any rate.

with a nod, she turns, gesturing for him to follow along.          ❝  of course i can show you!   it’s only a few minutes walk …   and if you’ve any more crimes to confess to on the way, i’d be happy to hear them.   anything more scandalous than tourist?  ❞

𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 :  ❝ You know, I really like your eyes. ❞ // @bllythe​ //

“ m—my ……. my e—-eyes ? “

oh golly , why ever would he say such a thing ? are the eyes something one compliments someone on ?

“ i ….. o—oh m—-my …… “ she has not a clue what to say to this , though it is ever so kind. her eyes ………

“ g—good—goodness , t—-thank you , sir. s—-sincer—-sincerely. “ she responds after a moment or so.

did she say the same back ?

GILBERT​:

“ w—well , h—hear—hearing it s–said a—alo—aloud does not s—seem the ….. s—seems f—fool—foolish. “ valerie explains , though she doesn’t use her hands to gesture about as she sometimes would , her grasp tightly around her book that could look oddly suspicious , like she had some secrets she wished to keep a secret , or something that she was fiercely protective over.

she keeps her eyes down on the ground , tuning into the chattering of the room around them , how everyone is much more comfortable in this setting than she is , and how they openly speak to each other and laugh without holding anything back. 

what would that be like ? 

to say something in the open and not have to first process it into a filter that made her water down everything and barely get anything out when she opened her mouth ?

and then there was this gentleman , the other only perosn that was not engaged with the whole of the activity around them , but focusing on carrying on a conversation with her , and she feels horrible for him.

if she could say anything about herself , it would be that interactions were not something she was …..

skilled at.

if she had been , as he had been , blunt , she might have asked if he was in his right mind , if his mental state was okay and not off kilter , if he thought that she would be the best option for interaction. she did appreciates this , and she did find the chance to be among her fellow peers to be a change , though it was so odd to her , and she had not a clue how to even move forward.

‘ to be honest , the context of it all and the setting is one of the few things i can go off on to know what i should do right now ….. ‘

no , she would never say that. if they were going to be in this dialogue , she would do what she could to allow him to speak as much as he desired , and she would just listen as long as he wants her to.

that would put her more at ease.

“ not to be a—-argum—argumentative , sir , h—howev—-however , to k—know the c—con—context on t—this , it h—helps w—with ….. “

golly , even when she said she wouldn’t say something , she did it anyway.  was she really going to admit that she is such a shut in that she does not even have a clue how to interact with people in any capacity ?

but now that she is looking at him , both their gazes meeting , there is something she sees in them that calls out to her as being more understanding than many.

it feels nice to be noticed , even if before she would have done anything to melt into the wall or be simply a fixture in the room.

she believes that is called a wallflower ?

“ a w—walk w—would be l—lov—lovely …. if y—you w—wish to , i m—mean , y–you did o—off—offer , h—how—however …… “

she sighs and shakes her head , semi defeated in this. at the mention of her book , she curls it in her arms even tighter.

“ if y—you w—would like. “

she responds , as again , for some odd reason , she feels like she is able to confide in him

and his kind eyes.

“It’s been so strange without you around all the time. Not that I don’t wish you well with your new studies and your devotion to medicine but your absence has certainly been felt.” She couldn’t help the flutter in her chest at that smile, a smile that she could have sworn she hadn’t seen him give anyone else. “I had to come fetch some medicine for Marilla. Would you walk with me? I could use the company.” And she didn’t know this place well, not as well as Gilbert. He was so close. What she wouldn’t give to take his arm, to feel his warmth against her. 

“It’s been cold, don’t you think? But with the cold will soon come snow and I think it’s delightful to see the world through a new frosty lens, don’t you?”

Hanging her head back with a groan, Ava makes a face. “That doesn’t help!” Well, maybe it did. That made one vegetable stand out. “…Did you get potatoes?” What else would be so versatile? “If you got potatoes, I hope you know that I am going to enjoy digging them up.” Not to mention the composting she could do with them after… Really, it’d be a great planting all around. 

She pauses in her jumping down the steps, sticking her tongue out at him as he elbows her. “I am nice. Usually. You guys are just really nice.” Much nicer than some of the foster families had been, and who practically knocked her current foster mother out of the ballpark. “Do you think you’ll go back to your parents house? Like, after you graduate? Or just… Ever, I guess?” Wincing at the way that came off, Ava forces a small smile onto her features. “Sorry, that… Came out wrong. I just, uhm, it sounds like a nice thing to do. I’ve read about people doing that, going back to houses… Making them look all nice.” 

Running a hand through her hair, Ava puffs out her cheeks and sighs, a small nod given. “It’s your stuff! I don’t wanna be rude…” Ava could tamper down her curiosity about it for now. “That raccoon doesn’t stand a chance Gilbert. He might have little hands, but those are our tomatoes. I can take him. Just ‘cus he dared to steal the tomatoes.” 

@ofbluemuses​ said: ❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞ - from anne

Ava offers a weak smile, shrugging. “’S just… Being on the move a lot, I guess. You’d think it’d be quiet, but it’s really not.” Her type of movement especially, constantly looking over her shoulder and running. However, she’s quick to move on from that though, letting out a quiet snort of laughter. “Hey! Being cooped up for at least a little while is… Safe.” 

This was a roof over her head, something to do. It felt a hell of lot better than sleeping under a tree. A brow raises at his suggestion, a hand lifting to tug a strand of that fiery, wild hair up from her shoulders. “I don’t think they’d believe that.” Not to mention the way she looked under her hat. That wouldn’t fly. “I don’t mind, really. I think, uhm, maybe that could be something to do later.” Allow Ava some time to get used to the area, adopt some of the smaller quirks, learn more. “Do you want me to work with that?” She nods towards the fire, already starting to get up and kneel by his side. “I can keep it up, ‘m pretty good with ‘em.” 

The sympathetic expression was welcomed. Robin often felt alone, and that was why she came to the woods to simply exist as herself. It was easier than trying to befriend the locales of the island, who seemed to have a tight knit group she couldn’t ever enter. 

This boy was the first to give her a moment to speak. To listen and conversate with her, understand her the tiniest bit. Maybe they could be friends.

“It means a lot to me. I grew up in the woods, my family lived off the land and protected it like a relative should be. The cold weather makes me think of the days I spent with my older brother, sledding and making snowmen.” A soft laugh, her stature relaxing, blues twinkling.

“Do you have any siblings?”

@darlingflight​ asked: 🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet?

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💢 - What frustrates your character more than anything?

it frustrates gilbert to the ends of the earth when he sees that people are being treated unfairly for reasons he deems as undeserving. this may sound ridiculous, but he is quick to jump in and help people stand their ground, no matter the reason. this stems from gilbert’s protective nature.  that, and it frustrates him how bad he is at portraying his own emotions to others. he usually just sits and swallows his words, despite being such a casual person. 

🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it?