Feral Daydreams 🎀

Inspiration Ignited (🍋)

Words typed (like this) are thoughts.

Vincent was relaxing at the convention, well-known for his romance novels. Sitting at a table, waiting for fans seeking autographs, he was approached by a girl named Calytrix. Little did he know, the encounter was about to become much more passionate than he anticipated.

“Hiii! I'm Calytrix and I'm a big fan of your novels!” The girl cheered. 

Vincent after being greeted, took his legs off the table. 

“Hey, Calytrix! I'm glad you enjoy my novels, do you have a favorite?” 

He spoke in a friendly tone. With a blush dusting her cheeks, Calytrix giggled softly as she glanced down at the book she clutched in her hands, which featured a romantic cover with a passionate embrace. 

"Oh, it's definitely 'Moonlit Serenade'," she confessed, looking up at Vincent with a sparkle in her light blue eyes. 

(She loves how Vincent's smile reached his eyes, making him look genuinely warm and welcoming. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.) 

"The way you wrote about the slow-burn romance between the main characters was just... amazing." She placed the book on the table and opened it to a dog-eared page. 

"I think I've read this particular scene a hundred times already!"

Calytrix's heart raced slightly as she leaned closer, showing Vincent the page she adored most. 

"When they finally confess their love to each other under the full moon, it's so beautiful. I always imagined myself in that situation." She paused, realizing how much she had revealed, then added, 

"I'm sorry, I tend to get carried away with my feelings about romance.”

Vincent's gentle laughter echoed through the hall. “I’m glad you enjoyed the novel; it's not everyone’s favorite,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. “And I must say, I absolutely love your hair,” he added with a warm smile. 

"Oh, thank you!" she replied, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she self-consciously tucked a strand of her short, white hair behind her ear. The silver pendant around her neck swayed with the movement, catching the light and casting a small glimmer across her face. 

"I wasn't sure if it was too different, but I love how it looks." 

(She couldn't believe Vincent noticed her hair. Maybe he's not just interested in talking about books.) 

She bit her bottom lip lightly, trying to contain her excitement. "So, Vincent, what inspires you to create such captivating love stories? Is it from personal experiences or just your wild imagination?" Calytrix asked, tilting her head slightly as she awaited his answer, hoping to learn more about the man behind the words she adored so much.

"Honestly, it was a combination of my own experiences and the stories I've heard from others. Love is such a complex and beautiful emotion, and I wanted to capture its many facets. The joy, the heartbreak, the passion—all of it inspires me to write and share these stories with the world." Vincent spoke with honesty, hoping it would at least pique the interest of his fan.

Calytrix listened intently to Vincent's words, her gaze never leaving his eyes. "That's really beautiful," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. 

(She appreciates his honesty and can see how much he truly cares about his writing.)

As she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, the intricate patterns on her hoodie seemed to dance in the convention lighting. "I've always been fascinated by how authors can weave such emotional stories together. It must be incredible to bring those feelings to life." She paused for a moment, a small smirk playing on her lips.