𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 [𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 🔞

ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴋɪɴᴅʟɪɴɢ

You were out in the meadow lying on your back on top of your blanket, holding a dandelion between your fingers. You watched as the seeds slowly drifted off in the breeze.

"Hey." You hear Coriolanus call out to you softly, his voice cutting through the silence of the meadow.

You stood up, giving him a small smile. "Hey."

"You look nice." He says, his voice low and gentle as he took a few steps closer to you.

"You do as well." You compliment him back, trying to act casual. You sat back down on the blanket and he moves to sit down next to you.

He glanced at the dandelion that was still in your hand as he settles on the blanket, sitting close enough you that you were almost touching. "Watching seeds blow away while you waited?"

You nodded, the hint of a grin on your face. "Pretty much. Entertaining, I know."

"It's not boring, it's... I don't know. Peaceful, I guess." He insists, wanting you to know that he wasn't mocking you in any way.

You laugh quietly at this, shaking your head at his attempt to suck up to you.

He laughs as well, caught before admitting with a sheepish smile. "Okay, yeah. It's a little boring."

Your body moved in the slightest as you laughed at this. It was strange being in this odd phase with someone you had been so intimately close with. The initial tension between you and him had intensified after fooling around the other night, so great you could almost feel it in the air as a physical being. It was somewhat familiar to how it was in the academy, only so much more complicated.

You found yourself reminiscing often how nervous he used to be around you. Simply being a boy with a crush. Who were you kidding, he still acted that way towards you now. And you still thought it was flattering and attractive. You were in the process of forgiving him, but you were currently unable to shake some things that you were determined to talk with him about today. It was the only way the two of you could ever move forward.

Coriolanus swallows hard as he looks at you, trying to push away the memories himself. You and him weren't together anymore, and were supposedly just friends until you gave the word. But he could still remember every moment like it was yesterday. He tried to clear his mind of the visions of holding you, kissing you, being inside you...

He had to retrain himself from reaching out to pull you close. But that wouldn't be too 'friendly'. The draw he felt towards you was stronger than ever, and being so close yet forbidden to touch you was slowly driving him insane.

You stood up, finally going to show him what you intended to. "It's a walk, but I wanted to take you somewhere."

He doesn't answer, merely raising his eyebrow in a questioning manner. Nonetheless, he was still intrigued and got up as well,  allowing for you to fold the blanket. He stepped forward, holding out a hand to take your blanket and bag from you.

You accepted his silent offer, handing him your things to carry. You had always appreciated the fact that he was a gentleman in his nature.

He fell into a step beside you as you lead the way. You lead him to a path that was in the trees, walking alongside each other as your bodies were shaded by the leaves above.

"So, how hungover were you after the Hob?" You ask him, starting up a simple conversation with him.

Coriolanus chuckles a little the memories of that night. It had been awhile since he'd drank that much. Normally, he would have stopped after a little buzz. He had definitely gone overboard and was tempted by being offered beverages. He had known that he was in trouble the second the alcohol no longer had a taste.