Saturdays || Will + Veronica
Spring Saturdays were some of Veronicaās favorite days. As soon as the weather turned and the farmers market made its way back outside, Veronicaās Saturday plans commenced once again.
Vee was usually the first one up in the Wilson and Saturday was no exception. On the rare occasion one of her siblings was feeling adventurous, they would come along but most often Veronica threw her sketchbook and a novel (mostly one sheād been trying to read for three years unsuccessfully but refused to give up on) and head out to the market.Ā Her trip normally ended with an overstuffed bag of produce and a trip to the coffee shop for a latte and a danish which she would enjoy while making a half hearted attempt to read her book which she would ultimately give up and instead mindlessly doodle in her sketchbook.Ā
This is where Veronica found herself this morning, enjoying the warm breeze from a table out in front of the coffee shop. The sun was shining, the air smelled fresh, and by all accounts it was a perfect day.Ā
Veronica knew who was standing at the table before she even looked up (and it wasnāt just because the shoes she could see out of her peripheral were much nicer than any her friends would typically wear). There was something about the presence of Will Stark that seemed to announce his arrival before he had even been seen.Ā
āHello Will,ā Veronica said, slowly closing her sketchbook and turning her head up to give him a half hearted (at least in her mind) smile.Ā āNice to see you out and about town this morning.ā
Like most vampires, Will had no particular affinity for the sun, but he was grateful he could go about beneath its golden rays. Ā It was a freedom not open to all of his kind, and it was a luxury he knew he should not take for granted -- yet, for the most part, he did just that. Ā The sun was too hot, too bright, its sheen leaving heat vision shimmering across his gaze even on days as mild as these and, in truth, Will Stark was feeling a touch aggravated on this point -- until another golden vision caught his eye.
It was not Willās habit to frequent farmerās markets, and -- rather than having awakened early -- he was up late, not yet having retired (the night was his province, after all). Ā Still, the blistering sun was not yet at its apex, and this street formed a fine cut through from a usual haunt of his to own abode...and the fact that a certain cheerful blond seemed to frequent this street was yet another attraction it boasted.
Yet, heād not been anticipating her presence here, today, preoccupied with his tiresome thoughts, the day of the week had slipped his mind. Ā He paused as he caught a glimpse of her and, almost at once, the sneer turned to smile. Ā Her glow was infectious and, unthinking, he strode to her table. Ā She was hard at work, her pen expertly tracing out the world as glimpsed by her eyes. Ā He wondered if even he could manage to reclaim some innocence in her worldview. Ā He almost laughed. Ā He didnāt think anyone had that power.
Will craned to see the image, his gaze stealing towards the pamphlet she gripped so resolutely as her pen went to work, when she spoke. Ā He chuckled. Ā āAhh, it seems,ā he teased. Ā āThat I am losing my powers of circumspection, or can it be that you are so charmed by my presence that you have become preternaturally attuned to it?ā
Less likely that, he knew, and more likely the metaphorical shadow he cast across her, but still he smiled.
He chuckled. Ā āI must say, you are far more polite than your sister. Ā Last time I saw her, she demanded to know what I was doing there, though it was a place which I frequent and she does not.ā Ā He laughed. Ā Seating himself opposite her, he smiled. Ā āTell me, what are you drawing there? Ā Iāve a fondness for seeing the world through artistsā eyes. Ā You see, I think, so much more than any of the rest of us ever will without your help.ā
























