Post by Griff on Nov 8, 2011 4:42:03 GMT 10
Title: Affair in Blue: Part 4
Rating: PG
Prompt: #48 - Avoid
Summary: Cythera is young, but she trusts her instincts.
(Ten Prompt Request for Katty)
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Cythera was young and inexperienced. She knew that her dreams of courtship and the realities would be different, perhaps by degrees unimaginable, but there was something off about Roger’s interest in her. He was perfectly cordial, charmingly attentive, and his gifts were both lovely and expensive. Yet, there was something in the way his eyes roamed during their conversations that set her skin crawling.
His eyes where what first attracted her, but the more she felt their gaze, the more she realized that star bright veil was, perhaps, a dangerous façade. His charm was alluring, but cold. Too perfect for her to find it sincere, much like the gifts that turned the other girls green with envy. Each one was precisely the sort of exaggerated declaration little girls dreamed about when they had no ideas about love.
Her parents would be furious if they knew what she had planned, but for all her ignorance, Cythera was no fool. Too many women married men when their instincts said otherwise and it never turned out for the best. Roger had done nothing to offend her, so she would have to make her disinterest clear in other ways.
After she sent her maid with a missive excusing herself from a walk in the garden due to a terrible faintness, Cythera made herself convincing. She loosed her hair, hung her gown back in her closet, and wrapped herself in her favorite simple lilac dressing gown instead, settling on her settee with a book of the latest court poetry.
It was a gift from a young man who wasn’t a duke, bless him.
And that, Cythera decided, was a grand beginning to a perfect day.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #48 - Avoid
Summary: Cythera is young, but she trusts her instincts.
(Ten Prompt Request for Katty)
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Cythera was young and inexperienced. She knew that her dreams of courtship and the realities would be different, perhaps by degrees unimaginable, but there was something off about Roger’s interest in her. He was perfectly cordial, charmingly attentive, and his gifts were both lovely and expensive. Yet, there was something in the way his eyes roamed during their conversations that set her skin crawling.
His eyes where what first attracted her, but the more she felt their gaze, the more she realized that star bright veil was, perhaps, a dangerous façade. His charm was alluring, but cold. Too perfect for her to find it sincere, much like the gifts that turned the other girls green with envy. Each one was precisely the sort of exaggerated declaration little girls dreamed about when they had no ideas about love.
Her parents would be furious if they knew what she had planned, but for all her ignorance, Cythera was no fool. Too many women married men when their instincts said otherwise and it never turned out for the best. Roger had done nothing to offend her, so she would have to make her disinterest clear in other ways.
After she sent her maid with a missive excusing herself from a walk in the garden due to a terrible faintness, Cythera made herself convincing. She loosed her hair, hung her gown back in her closet, and wrapped herself in her favorite simple lilac dressing gown instead, settling on her settee with a book of the latest court poetry.
It was a gift from a young man who wasn’t a duke, bless him.
And that, Cythera decided, was a grand beginning to a perfect day.
just my kind of a person. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!