DELICATE || TEWKESBURY [1]

𝐢𝐢𝐢.

➷ DELICATE ࿐ྂ
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𝐢𝐢𝐢. Night Talk

THE DARK NIGHT CAME, eventually. Y/N and Tewkesbury were tired and surprisingly, they've adjusted quickly to the idea of living together while they enact their plans. The girl dusted the mattress and made the bed. She grabbed extra sheets to prepare one for the Viscount who was preparing dinner for the both of them.

"I've finished making your bed, Viscount Tewkesbury." L/N said and mockingly bowed. The boy chuckled and held out his hands with two plates of bread and some fancy dish she doesn't really know of.

"And I . . . finished making our feast, Lowly commoner." He said, making her shake her head and giggle. Taking the plate in his hand, she sat on a chair on the dining table.

"How are you feeling?" The Marquess asked. She arched an eyebrow. "About running away, I mean." He cleared.

"Scared, but excited," the girl answered. "What about you? How do you feel?"

"Likewise. I keep on wondering as to how everyone would react once they find me," the boy said and sat right across from her.

"Shocked. Relieved perhaps."

"Why do you want to fight for the rights of women?"

"Why do you have to ask such an obvious question?" Y/N fired, glaring at him. He looked away, intimidated.

"Well, if you don't want an obvious question, I'll give you this. How are you going to fight for it?" Tewkesbury queried.

With that, the girl sighed and emptied her plate. She looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "I don't know. Do you have any idea as to how I can start?" She asked.

"Well, protests will get you somewhere, but also get locked up. How about a secret group?", the viscount suggested.

"That's what I've been thinking of, but how do I even create one? How do I let people know that I'm starting one without getting caught? What if they don't take me seriously?" She asked him. Once he was done with his meal, he took her plate.

The girl stopped him. "Just leave those there. I will take care of it."

"No, it's fine. I insist. Now, please do continue what you're saying," Tewksbury said as he stared at her. L/N placed her hand on her forehead in frustration.

"Fine. Just   Like I said, how do I do it? I don't even have a place for secret meetings and  "

"Calm down, L/N. You can do this." He reassured. "I'm planning on selling flowers in the market. Maybe, we can use secret messages to those people who wants to fight for feminism," he added.

An idea struck Y/N like lightning. She gasped and raised her index finger in excitement and joy. "That's a wonderful idea! Maybe we can use the flowers to indicate our intentions! — No, hold on. That's too hard for them to understand. We can't directly ask them for it. So, what are we going to do?" She asked.

"Back up to the flower idea. Gladiolus means fight and Orchids also symbolises proud and glorious femininity — " knowing where the Viscount is going with this, L/N decided to intervene and continue what he's saying . . .

" — and hybrid red and white roses remind us to strive for unity and togetherness. We can use those flowers as a message and those who can understand it are a lot helpful. Oh, My Lord! Thank you so much!"

With pure excitement, joy and gratitude, Y/N stood up from her chair and pulled the marquess into a tight hug that he couldn't even tell if he could breathe or not. He hugged her back and cleared his throat," I can't breathe, Y/N."