#phandrow

There had been an envelope with a wax seal left on Phantom’s front doorstep. The envelope was a bright purple, and smelled strongly of lavender and rosemary with just a hint of chamomile. This had most likely been written by Woodrow when the poet had been drinking his morning tea. Phantom had quickly learned after having a meeting with Woodrow in a local cafe that the poet heavily preferred tea over coffee. Woodrow’s favorite tea being an oolong and jasmine tea, with just two teaspoons of honey. Phantom himself enjoyed a good cup of tea, but he preferred a fruit teas rather than floral ones.

Upon opening the envelope he found a singular orchid, and a letter that was written in cursive. The letter asked for him to meet Woodrow in the woods at their spot later that evening at golden hour. This ‘spot’ being a place where a tree had fallen ages ago, and Phantom ended up often using it as a spot to sit and write scripts or lyrics. Sometimes he would even sing, which is how Woodrow discovered the spot. The ghost rabbid had heard him singing, and decided to follow the sound of the mysterious voice. Neither the crackle of thunder nor the fleeing of animals could have deterred Woodrow from finding him, even if he did nearly end up getting crushed by a falling tree!

Recently, they have started to share the spot, and occasionally sit there in each other’s company as they spew off creative ideas to one another. This seemed like it’s going to be a bit different though… Normally when they would agree to meet somewhere, it was never through such a fancy letter!! Not to mention the FLOWER! It was gorgeous, but why was it included in the letter?? Did he mean it romantically?!?! Just the thought made the warden’s face turn red..! That poet was such a tough character to read sometimes!! Phantom supposed he could just ask him to clarify it’s meaning later…

Phantom carried on throughout most his day as the Warden of Palette Prime trying to forget about how odd the letter was, but he couldn’t stop thinking about all of it!! Woodrow could have just knocked on the door and asked him rather than doing it the way he did. Phantom had even done just that in the past too by knocking on Woodrow’s door to his vacation home! The one thing that stuck out the most was the inclusion of that flower… Where did he get that flower, and was there a deeper meaning behind it?? One thing was for sure, and it was that Phantom knew he had to dress slightly nicer than normal for this get together.

When it was close to time, Phantom made sure to put on his newest powder blue button up shirt, and his cleanest pair of black cargo pants. He also tucked the bottom hem of the shirt into his pants, and decided to paired the outfit with a burgundy red cravat with a matching ribbon for his hair. The final touch was his worn black loafers and his clean, steel blue sports coat. He also grabbed his raincoat as a precaution incase he finds out that he had been worried all day over nothing, and this ends up just a normal get together! Then he was out the door to meet Woodrow at their spot in the woods!

The walk was peaceful, and most of the rabbidents were putting up their farming tools for safe keeping during the night. There were also some pairs of young gentle-rabbids getting in a car or walking to get to a well known romantic location. Most of them were tourists, but a few locals here and there were trying to win over some rabbid’s heart. The dedication of constant affection shared between two lovers was a beautiful type of magic to Phantom. To love another being so much that you decide to spend your life in shared matrimony with another is something to witness! To experience romantic love first hand though is something Phantom both dreads yet desperately craves! He’s found that, more likely than not, he’s the one who’s giving love but never been on the reviving end of the other’s love. He has been in plenty of relationships and does everything right, but no matter what they always leave him! Either for someone better, or just vanishing without a trace after just a week or so… It’s one of the reasons he still has yet to confess his feelings towards to his current friend Woodrow…

Lost in his thoughts, Phantom hadn’t realized he had already passed the tree line leading into the woods. He only fully processed his surroundings after accidentally tripping on a large tree root sticking up from the ground. The musician ended up face planting hard into the dirt, and was incredibly thankful that there wasn’t any sharp rocks on this part of the path. Sadly, his outfit did get a bit mussed up on front of his outfit. He dusted off what he could, and straightened his outfit once more before he continued onwards for he was halfway there. There were a few dirt spots here and there, but it’s hard not stay spick and span when in the forest. It was almost the golden hour, and Phantom needed to hurry. He knew he was almost at the spot, and he didn’t want to leave Woodrow waiting too long!

He was almost there when a hand quickly reaches out from behind a tree, grabs his arm, and pulls him towards the hidden unknown being. Phantom almost goes in to punch the stranger’s face with all his might, but quickly stops himself when he sees Woodrow’s shocked face. The famous poet chuckles, slowly let’s go of his arm, and puts his hands up in surrender with a small smile on his face.

“Calm down there, mon amie! I promise I mean thee no harm nor ill intent!”

Phantom glares back at Woodrow with a pout in his face and his arms crossed. There is no real anger behind his expression, but it he is still a tad miffed at the fellow rabbid for giving him such a frightening greeting! Tho, he has done the same to Woodrow on occasion so this is technically just him getting a little payback… The lyricist lets out a loud huff.

“Now that you’ve properly scared me, would you like to tell me why we needed to meet out here? Normally when we meet at this spot it’s during the night, not at sunset!”

“Wellll, I needed the proper…. atmosphere … for this little get together! I have something special planned~”

Woodrow carefully goes to hold one of Phantom’s hands in his own, and he gives the musician’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Something special..? What ‘special’ thing do you have planned that requires you gifting me a flower in a fancy letter?”, Phantom questions back with a tilt of his head.

Another hand sneaks up and presses upon Phantom’s back. Woodrow’s hand quickly draws Phantom closer to Woodrow till they are chest-to-chest, making Phantom’s face turn a bright red.

“W-Wuh-Woodrow, what are you d-doing??”

“Just bringing you closer to get a better look at thee~ Been wanting to do so ever since we met! Such a charming face deserves… special attention..!~” Woodrow leans his face close to Phantom’s till there is only one centimeter of space between them.

“And I am will willing to give it thee… IF thou shalt allow it, mi rossignol mélodieux ~” Phantom stutters as he tries to answer, and finds he is unable to utter even a single comprehensible reply. Instead, he just nods and squeaks out, “P-p-pl-ple-pl-please…”

Woodrow gently takes his face into his hands and gives him a light kiss on the cheek, and then it slowly devolves into kissing everywhere on his face except the lips and nose. Phantom whimpers and grips onto Woodrow’s lapels tightly and tries to bring him closer.

“Mmmm, do you need something? Say it with thou’s beautiful voice~ I wish to hear you~”, Woodrow whispers into Phantom’s ear. A shiver goes down Phantom’s spine, and he moans when Woodrow puts part of his upper tail between Phantom’s leg.

“Ma-m-m-mo-mo-more..,” Phantom says shakily.

“Gladly~”

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Tom sits is leaned over his writing desk, quill in hand with his legs crossed as he continues to write feverishly. His face and ears are flushed bright red, but a wide yet devious grin is spread as wide as it can. If he wasn’t so absorbed into his craft, Tom might have heard his door creak open…

“…. No wonder you forgot about our meeting~”

Tom screamed a VERY manly scream and definitely didn’t just jump a few feet in the air at the voice in his ear. He quickly shits his book, praying silently that any wet ink does not smear, and quickly shoves the book into his coat’s inner pocket before turning around.

“A-ah! Woodrow! My sincerest apologizes! I was working on a short music script, and completely lost track of time”

Woodrow holds a hand up, a soft smile on his face as he watches Phantom quickly stand.

“No need to fret, for thou art in understanding company. One does not find the spirit of inspiration, but the spirit shall instead find you. One must take advantage of those moments when possible, mon amie!~”

Phantom sighs in relief, but nearly chokes on air at what Woodrow says next.

“May I read over what you’ve written so far? It would greatly make up for the failed meeting, and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind having a second pair of eyes looking it over for grammatical errors… would you?~”

Phantom stutters, ears quickly pinning back nervously and his eyes now unable to meet the poet’s own. You can practically see the sweat beads begin to form on his body.

“Well- I- uh- Here’s the thing! It’s supposed to be a… suprise! A suprise for you as thanks for helping me so much already, hehe..! I would like it to remain a secret until I’m finished, and I would hate for you to see it in its roughest form! Trust me, it is rough!”

“Hmmm…”

Woodrow looks at Phantom questionably, looking him up and down with squinted eyes. Then, for a moment, there’s a faint twinkle in his eye before he adjusts his glasses with a confident smirk.

“I… suppose… that I can keep my curated curiosity at bay. Especially one towards a surprise gift. I assume I have a character in this story then, yes?”

“I, uh…”

Phantom nods sternly, trying to get her back his many thoughts to form them into singular sentences with a weak smile.

“Yes, you are! Of course you are! Wouldn’t be a proper, true gift for you if it didn’t include your graciously helpful deeds here!“

Woodrow hums in affirmation and a tilt of the head, but a soft smile still remains on his face. He turns around and begins heading towards the slightly ajar front door.

“I suppose we shall just reschedule our meeting then, yes? Tomorrow, same time?”

“Oui! Yes, that would be lovely! Same place as well?”

“Well, I was thinking while I waited during your no show…”

Woodrow looks back towards the opera singer, his tone and smile dripping in faint innocence.

“How about we meet at our ‘spot’ as you wrote it, hmm?~”

Red comes flooding back into Phantom’s face and ears twice as much as before as he stumbles and stutters over every word that tries to leave his mouth. He manages to eventually out a quite answer.

“S-sure…”

Woodrow’s grin widens before he looks back towards the door.

“Wonderful! It’s a date then~ See you later, mi rossignol mélodieux~”