own these scars | {pthalo}
Nov 29, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Nov 29, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -5
I'm in misery
where you can seem
as old as your omens
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Bryony blinked. Was that blush rising in Ven’s cheeks? Why would he be blushing? He furrowed his brows, confused, and got back to putting all the ingredients together at last. There were three pies and three trays of assorted tarts and pastries by the time Bryony had finished. Every now and then he would pass the boy sitting beside him a spoonful of something, be it batter or sugary fillings. He couldn’t help but let his lips curl into a smile as he watched Ven enjoy the sweet treats. He wondered vaguely a couple of times when his grandmother would return from her nap, if she was even sleeping. The more Ventus speaks to him however, luring the softspoken boy out of his shell, the more comfortable Bryony found himself feeling unwillingly.
His grandmother’s oven was old and large, and it only took a couple of sessions to bake all of the goods. As the timer for the last batch drew near to ring, Bryony found himself secretly wishing there might be more time. Despite his short, meek responses, Bryony was enjoying the warm company of Ventus Blanchard. The butterflies in his stomach had since settled to a low flutter, and his heart rate had become relatively normal. Once the timer at last buzzed and he removed the final trays from the oven, he began to clean up the last traces of a mess while the sweets cooled. As he placed the last of the cinnamon rolls in the container to bring home, he grabbed the last one and handed to to Ven with a small smile.
”All done? Can I walk you home?”
The question caught Bryony off guard,u and his breathe caught in his chest. Wasn’t that something couples did together? The thought brought fresh blush into his cheeks. His uncertainty and distrust reappeared, however the feeling was not as strong as it was in the market earlier that evening.
“I’ll be right back,” Bryony said quietly, excusing himself from the room. He made his way to his grandmother’s boudoir to let them know that he was finished and to see if she needed anything else. As he suspected, he found her reading in her large, old chair. One of his favorite memories as a child would be waking in the middle of the night from a nightmare and his grandmother holding him in this chair to tell him a sweet fairy tale to calm his nerves. The chair was weathered and old, like his grandmother, and covered in a number of patches where the fabric had become too worn. He loved it, just as he loved her.
“Oh, finished already?” She said with a knowing smile. “How did it go?”
Bryony’s cheeks were still pink with blush to give him away. “Fine, I guess. He wants to walk me home.”
Ivy’s face lit up and her smile widened warmly. She slowly pushed herself up out of the chair, and Bry rushed over to assist her. She softly held to his hand as she stood, and placed her other hand softly on his cheek once she stood. “Go with him.”
“But—“
“He’s a sweet boy from a good family. I trust him. I think you should too,” she winked and placed a wet kiss on Bryony’s cheek. “Tell him I said thank you and that he is welcome back here anytime.”
Bryony pursed his lips to the side unsure, but he nodded in agreement anyway. He returned her kiss on the cheek and bid her farewell before returning to the kitchen with Ven. He took a deep breath and gave him a half smile.
“Alright, I guess we can go then,” he said, his voice still unsure. He put on his coat, gloves and scarf and grabbed a large woven tote bag that he placed all of the containers in for easy carrying. As they walked out the door Bryony added quietly, “My grandmother said you are welcome back any time by the way…”
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