Secrets and lies always follow people around, and even if you try to break free from your mistakes-you never will. After living a life she never really liked, Arturia decides to pack her things and leave. Arriving at a country side, she rents a smal...
She awoke to the soft rocking of her body and her name being whispered. It was odd, for it was still dark out when her eyes slowly pried open with heavy regret and exhaustion. "Hn?"
"Arturia," she never knew her own name could ever be said in such a sweet lullaby.
"Hn?" Her exhaustion was not letting her form any words.
"It's two in the morning, I think we should head inside." She tilted her head up at the young man, shadows shrouding his handsome face, but her heart still swelled by the sound of his voice.
He helped her up slowly, one hand holding hers and the other supporting her waist so that she would not fall back on the blanket. He steadied her, her mind waking up to being on high alert due to his propinquity. He was awfully close and she could smell his unique scent. The relaxing evergreen firewood; the refreshing aroma that clung to him. His amber eyes like a fireplace that warmed her heart, his strong arms keeping her in place, the sound of the grass blowing in the wind and the constant sound of crickets setting the silent night alive.
He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, hand lingering on her jawline for one too many seconds before it fell.
They simply stared at one another, the sounds of the countryside filling them and saying much more than they themselves could at the moment.
Arturia felt the tug in her heart, that temptation to pull him down, it was taking over her. Her eyes were trained on his lips and her mind was hoping to make her lingering thoughts a reality, but she was holding herself back for fear of what would happen after her reckless action.
"I'll walk you home," his voice caught her attention and she finally gave a nod. They left behind the blankets as he guided her carefully towards the small cabin she called home. They came to a stop in front of the door, finally facing each other.
"Thank you..." Arturia let her gaze wander slightly, away from him.
"No problem." It was silent after her spoke, and it stayed so for a while before she gave him a nod.
"Good night..."
"Uhm, yeah, good night."
She turned away from him and began to turn the front door knob.
"Wait," he breathed.
She turned around. "Ye...Yes?"
"Uh...uhm, well, would you...mmm... Would you like to join us for breakfast?"
She blinked at his question, slowly tilting her head up to him again, "Breakfast?"
Diarmuid scratched the back of his head. "Well, if you want. I uh, I don't want to...impose..."
She smiled, "I would love to."
His eyes lit up as he took a deep breath. "Great. Awesome. Cool, uhm, I'll see you tomorrow then...?"
Arturia smiled before pushing her door open and closing it behind herself. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering about and her heart was pounding at an alarming rate but for some reason she liked the way he made her feel—anxious and excited at the same time, calm but ready to burst with emotion.
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