Post by Citrine on Mar 7, 2019 17:01:01 GMT
She believed Thea, because believing in anything else was too depressing to entertain. "Ye right, Lass. Ye're right." The redhead sighed and reached her arms up to crack and pop her shoulders and upper back. Heavily she blew air out of her mouth, angled up so it hit the hair that curled around her forehead.
"Aye daen't even knae how tae woo 'er again. Et happened sae, strangely teh first time. We didn't 'ave time tae take et slow. An' there was ah right mess due tae others being thrown inta teh mix vying fer each o' us - bein' thrown enta an unbreaking contract o' service does weird things tae ah group, lemme tell ye."
"Sae! Teh plan es tae try to woo me Lass back, make 'er remember teh past as fusteratin' an' somewhat painful et'll be, win 'er heart….. an' try nae tae propose until she's fully o' her original mind." Oh boy. Citrine fiddled with the ring around her neck, knowing it would be nearly impossible to keep her hands to herself and her desperate gut-wrenching desire to propose all over again. But she'd have to. She messed up enough things in her lifetime - she couldn't mess this one up. Orin had to be in there, the one she knew, somewhere. And if not? Really, how different could this version of her be?
"Slow. Steady. Nae need tae rush." The phrase would undoubtedly become a mantra of sorts whenever she wanted to abandon ship and jump into the waves. If the phrase sounded more like Thea was whispering in her ear than her own accented voice? Well - it was probably a good thing. Holly's voice had disappeared, the half elf's constant nagging and whispering dead quiet at some point between sitting down for lunch and now.
((WC: 6,550))
"Aye daen't even knae how tae woo 'er again. Et happened sae, strangely teh first time. We didn't 'ave time tae take et slow. An' there was ah right mess due tae others being thrown inta teh mix vying fer each o' us - bein' thrown enta an unbreaking contract o' service does weird things tae ah group, lemme tell ye."
"Sae! Teh plan es tae try to woo me Lass back, make 'er remember teh past as fusteratin' an' somewhat painful et'll be, win 'er heart….. an' try nae tae propose until she's fully o' her original mind." Oh boy. Citrine fiddled with the ring around her neck, knowing it would be nearly impossible to keep her hands to herself and her desperate gut-wrenching desire to propose all over again. But she'd have to. She messed up enough things in her lifetime - she couldn't mess this one up. Orin had to be in there, the one she knew, somewhere. And if not? Really, how different could this version of her be?
"Slow. Steady. Nae need tae rush." The phrase would undoubtedly become a mantra of sorts whenever she wanted to abandon ship and jump into the waves. If the phrase sounded more like Thea was whispering in her ear than her own accented voice? Well - it was probably a good thing. Holly's voice had disappeared, the half elf's constant nagging and whispering dead quiet at some point between sitting down for lunch and now.
((WC: 6,550))