𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼

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Water trickled down from its spout the sound of the water splashing gently on more water is soothing and mesmerizing, to say the least, I end up getting too comfy laying my head on Joan's lap I fall asleep. Joan didn't mind she sat comforting me as she continued to read her book. While I sleep I dream of our ivy-covered wall as it comes to life sprouting thousands of buds that bloom into trumpet-like white flowers that start to glow a pale yellow I often dreamt about flowers odd I know but something draws me to them. It wasn't the smells or the look maybe it's just how they lived they were around only some parts of the year and disappeared throughout the rest. Maybe it's just how they remind me of oddities such as people, instruments or memories.

I wake up after some time. I look up to see Joan's fluffy ginger hair, fair skin and beautiful smile in front of the peach coloured sky it felt like waking up from a dream and going back into another one. "Come on sleepy head let's get inside before it turns dark" she smiled while talking still I just hug her waist and ask quietly" a few more minutes or a kiss we then go inside?"

Joan thinks for a moment and playfully answers "oh you've made it too hard to choose now" she smirks and answers"I choose to trade a kiss for the comfort of our dining room and a nice warm drink...maybe a hug will be thrown in too" I put on my stupid grin and answer "pay up first you know how I do my business" I sit up and Joan leans over to kiss me and give me a hug I blush and giggle and stand up and let Joan lead me back to the house as I had dragged her to the garden. The soft crunch of the rocks sounded like they were recorded the repeating crunch and dragging noise of our footsteps.

We soon enter the house through the front door and to our surprise we see an old friend of ours Faruq a servant of ours tending to his coat and hat. Faruq didn't live far from the Livingstone manor and quite frequently visited he was an upperclassman although we had known him for years he always has a mysterious aura about him but nevertheless, he was still seen as sophisticated and charming... He often made people wonder if he was a spirit with the amount of things he could find out about you without you knowing he was even there.

He smiles and speaks with slightly evident rejoice" ah good evening you two. Megan, I trust you had yet another nap in the garden?. People might think you live in your garden if you continue" I look at Faruq suspicion in my eye"how did you know?". Unsurprisingly he answers"you know I can't tell you that, "he says jokingly"I saw it on my way to the house don't you worry". Joan smiles" so Faruq to what do we owe the pleasure of you coming round again?" I raise my hand slightly" that'll be me I invited him to dinner I forgot to tell you....again...sorry" I invite Faruq round to have dinners he's a delight to have company because he constantly confounded me I love trying to figure out why he is so mysterious I think the more I know him the easier it will be. It has been 3 years since I started trying.

Joan looks at me" again?...oh well " she looks at the servant "go tell the chef we have an extra guest tell them Megan apologizes for not warning them" she smiled softly and began to walk towards the dining room placing her book in the hand of the servant before we leave "and please take this up to my room thank you" I follow behind her Faruq follows beside me I laugh quietly"I might get in trouble when you leave" I say jokingly.

Light from outside is restricted to the light of the moon so the lamps have been lit as well as some candelabra's we walk down the hallway of renaissance art covering they red wallpaper covered in painted gold vine pattern going across the wall. We reach the dining room door it opens.

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