#kissyfaces

but instead I'm writing their first kiss?

Kindred Spirits fanfiction WIP

And then their noses bumped into each other and their lips touched. 

Nimona breathed out shakily against his lips when he didn’t pull away. She felt Martin tilt his head and open his mouth a little. Feeling her heart swell in her chest she took it as an invitation to continue. 

For @silent-of-spirit (shitty revenge for breaking my heart... but I was inspired)

Grace + Liahra Modern AU • Hightown • Terre Nova Flowers

The bell tinkled merrily as the door opened, and a young woman walked through the door, carrying a vase overflowing with white wildflowers. Liahra smiled. Andraste’s Grace and lilacs. A pleasant, but conservative arrangement. She had sent it off this morning. Anonymously. She smiled to herself.

“Welcome to Terre Nova. How can I help you Miss...”

“Trevelyan,” the woman said, setting the vase down on the counter. “I received these this morning at my office?”

“Oh of course Miss Trevelyan. You must be Grace then?” Liara asked, smiling. “Yes, a young man came in and purchased those yesterday and I sent them off this morning as requested. I’m guessing you want to know who it is?” She palmed a blank copy of her ‘Anonymity Guarentee’ under the front desk.

“Actually no,” Grace said with a slight blush. “I just wanted to thank you for such a beautiful arrangement.”

“You aren’t curious?”

Grace blushed more. “I- I mean I am... but I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me anyway. I’ve seen anonymity agreements before from flowershops, I’m sure you have something similar.”

Liahra laughed. “You know, you’re the first person who hasn’t asked me who it was! Thank you!”

“Umm.. I do have a request though,” Grace said, pulling out her wallet. “Can you send some back to him?”

“Unorthodox, but I can,” Liahra said, smiling. “Anonymous?”

“Yes please.”

“Any particular flowers?”

“Um...” Grace pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. “Ambrosia and red camilia, please.”

“You’ve been studying your flower language,” Liahra remarked as she scribbled down the specifications on a piece of paper. She worked a few calculations in the corner and pulled out agreements and documents. “Just sign here, and here. Total comes to fifty ninety-nine.”

A black credit card clicked through the slot. Grace smiled and seemed to relax.

“Thanks,” she said finally, taking the receipt.