None of the Art in this Story is mine.
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Rylynn sat still as a stone, slowly flipping the pages of her book while examining each word with such intensity it could make a full grown man cry. She heard children laughing and couples chatting around her. Her back was pressed hard against the back of the park bench.
Everyone in the town was always dressed somewhat nice, of course, not always in fancy smancy dresses and suits, but always in neat, beautiful clothes that made them look nice.
Most people in the town knew that Rylynn was one of the most beautiful lady's in the town. Most people adored her long black hair that was nearly always tied in a braid behind her back.
She currently wore a lovely short sleeved white shirt with exposed shoulders, she had pale blue overalls on which instead of connecting to shorts they were attached to a flowing skirt that went down to her knees.
Rylynn also had beautiful hazel eyes that could mesmerize anyone who looked at them, along with her cutesy freckle's and pink ears everyone who didn't know her thought she would be the most adorable little innocent bean, but oh boy were they wrong.
Despite being kind to children and those who she considers friendly, Rylynn possesses no hesitation to immediately insult anyone she deems unworthy of her affection, she has an entire internal bank of unique insults and rude things to say to anyone who she thinks deserves it.
Sir Billiam's POV
I was just taking a stroll down the street, my attire as formal as ever, when I saw her. A beautiful lady with stunning hazel eyes and gorgeous black hair.
So I did what any sensible young man would do. I walked up to the lovely woman. She didn't even look up from the book she was reading as I stood beside her.
I sat next to her on the wooden park bench and her eyes slowly trailed over to me before whipping away again. I chuckled slightly.
"Hello pretty lady, what does your name happen to be" She growled, "None of your business you Pillock." Now that was new, what does that even mean? And so I asked. "What does that mean?" She stared into my soul, "Nothing you Mumpsimus." I started to feel confused, what is this juvenile language that the pretty lady is using?
She started to walk away but right before she walked off she turned around, "The names Rylynn Lange you idiot, now don't go off and do something stupid."
My eyes lit up. I'm coming for you Miss Rylynn.
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A/n- Welcome to my story, I was thinking that there ain't enough of these things and that ima make one, so here I am. I wanted to make something unique and different from the others, so, I got this (Read Author's Note for a lil more info on that.) I'll update when I want to, I can try to promise to at the very least update at least once a month I'll probably update more than that, but I can't promise nothin. Oh, and if you were wondering why I made this an x Oc instead of an x Reader, it's because I feel like I'm gonna specify a bit to many things to specifically and I don't want to leave anyone out of my writing so I decided to do an x Oc Anyhow, bye bye! See ya soon ya Blind Muffins.
Word Count | 590 (Short, I know)
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Sir Billiam X Oc | Pretty Lady
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