appleseeds

⠀⠀⠀      “put your arms around me.” he gathered her against his chest, one arm supporting her back, the other beneath her legs. the gravel path glistened under the rain as he crossed the grounds, keeping her tucked close against his chest, shielding her from as much of the downpour as he could. by the time the manor doors came into view, his shoulders and hair were drenched, yet he barely noticed. his only concern was getting her and their child back into the warmth before the storm stole any more of the evening.

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ the heavier the rain fell, the larger each drop became, striking against the garden with a unvarying rhythm. he found himself lost in the hush of her voice, a quiet haze settling over him, dulling every thought that had once demanded his attention. duty, discipline, the burdens he carried so faithfully—-all of them drifted farther away the longer she remained in his arms. the storm wrapped itself around the manor, muting the world past the gardens until only the rain and the sound of her breathing remained. his hand slipped over the curve of her leg, careful of the life she carried. every instinct in him sharpened at the thought. he could almost imagine the small heartbeat hidden between them, waiting for the day it would greet the world. a slow breath escaped him as his other hand drifted to the side of her neck. the pad of his thumb rested lightly against her throat, feeling the unfluctuating cadence of her pulse. it grounded him more surely than anything else ever had.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀  “during one of my rescue missions, there was an underground grid.” rurik spoke quietly, his voice nearly lost to the rainfall. 
            
            ⠀⠀ ⠀  “my unit had to learn enough greek to get in and out alive.” a faint hum lingered against her lips before he brushed another gentle kiss there, lingering only for a heartbeat. the rain had begun to soak through his shirt, droplets collecting in his dark hair and tracing slow paths down his face. he drew back just enough to meet her eyes, a smile tugging faintly at the corner of his mouth. 
            
            ⠀⠀     “i need to get you back inside the manor before you catch a cold.” one last kiss brushed across her forehead before he shifted. one arm slipped behind her back while the other moved beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

perhaps.. I don't want you to behave.?  ((  a small smile settled on her lips as the warmth of his hand was a steady comfort against her tummy.  his body, his voice, it all spoke of tenderness,  of love, of adoration.  how could such safety not leave her desiring him every day, every hour,  every minute.  in every way.   her cheeks grew rosy, the hue of strawberry milk, as his teasing made her heart race. she sifted closer on his lap, aware of the way their bodies always seemed to curl ever so snuggly around each other and let her lips press a trail of soft kisses across his jaw before finding his lips and she stayed there, resting in his sweetly addictive embrace, in the safety of his kiss.  even as the rain grew in intensity.  even as the water soaked through fabric.    in his arms what was impossible came to life as fire and rain came to coexist in the same frame. ))

   TENSION SPREAD IN THE ATMOSPHERE,  《 @magicker 》
                    or so she felt as she sat down at the chair he had pulled back.   he jad always been quite stoic, yet that had been something of the past, before their love had bloomed. before tenderness had ripened and the seed of desire had resulted in the child growing in her womb.   ))
            
                      you  [are]   jealous..   ((  she spoke softly, timidness capturing her a prisoner for a moment over the sudden, cold sternness of his voice.   a frown settled between her brows as red lips pierced together slightly.   perhaps it was due to her hormones flanctuating, but his tone had grown her mood quite sour.    she nodded quietly as he ordered for her, agreeing to his words for anything but felt like it would challenge him. she thanked the waiter as he took their menus and let her hands rest on her lap, one going to the soft bump of her tummy.   she let her eyes glance towards his way once, then twice, before taking a deep breath in and letting out. ))
            
                           say, rurik, have you met the father of my child?  ((    she spoke, her voice soft and yet solid, her gaze locking with his, persistent.   his jealousy became even clearer within them.  one he would never admit, she was sure and yet through it he had affected his wife negatively.  did he know?  she would make sure he did.  ))   

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ low jazz drifted through the restaurant, softened by the hush of quiet conversations and the clink of crystal against porcelain. warm amber light spilled from brass wall sconces, casting long reflections across polished oak and the deep green velvet that dressed each booth. fresh rosemary and butter lingered with the scent of warm bread carried from the kitchen, while beyond the tall windows, paris shimmered beneath the evening lamps, the rain leaving the cobbled streets glazed with gold. his dark eyes settled upon the gentleman lingering a moment too long in their direction. the fellow looked harmless enough, more timid than bold, but it was enough. rurik held the man’s gaze until it faltered elsewhere.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ “am i?” his lips flattened into the faintest line. his arm tightened around synthia’s waist, drawing her closer before guiding her toward their table. there was no force behind the gesture, only the quiet certainty that she belonged beside him. jealousy sat heavily in his chest, unwelcome though no less real. reaching the table, he pulled back the green velvet chair for her, waiting until she was comfortably seated before taking the seat across from her. with a slight raise of his hand, he called the waiter over, ordering two glasses of still water before sliding the menu toward her.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ “you’ll have the roasted herb chicken with seasonal vegetables and wild rice.” his gaze lifted from the menu to meet hers. ⠀⠀⠀  “and a bowl of soupe aux légumes to start. warm food will do you more good than half the things on this menu.” he paused, the sternness in his expression easing almost imperceptibly. ⠀⠀⠀  “if you’re still hungry afterward, we’ll order more.”

HIS MISMATCHED ORBS 《 @magicker 》
             felt even more vibrant than they had been and his hand even more possessive, firmly pressed against her lower back against the silk material of her emerald dress.  synthia's eyes run over the tension painted against her visage, bringing her hand up to gently fix a few loose strands of his otherwise polished hair.  ))
            
                      not at all.  I just met him.  ((  she said while fixing his tie as well before letting her palms smooth the soft material of his button up shirt, allowing for them to settle there.   she remained still within his embrace while staring up at him, a small grin spreading on her lips as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. ))             are you perhaps.. jealous?

&.    i just did.   i need a better theme. hold on, then imma drop da bussing starter for you too.

      SHE TURNED HER HEAD  @orfays 
              towards the direction of the young woman,  healed eyes the shade of molten silver taking her timidness in.  a small smile settled on synthia's lips as her hand continued to weave the black thread, creating knot after knot.  ))
            
                    he was the smartest and gentlest little boy.  and of course, with a neverending curiosity.     but then, what would a mother ever say for her son?  I am biased.  ((  she giggled softly, the memories still fresh and pliable in her hands, the past not so long ago being her present. but that, was not something one could say.   still, she smiled fondly over the memories of tiny hands and endless questions. ))
            
                     are you curious of his past, child?   (( synthia spoke while tying the few final knots of the bracelet, creating the cross on the middle meeting point of it.  she hummed satisfied with the result and stood up only to walk towards her, pausing a few steps away before extending her hand in gentleness. ))
            
                   give me your hand, sweet child. 

@orfays  ;;  this is getting into a chatting thread but dhhsbzj.  getting familiar is all the fun so take it slow and savor it as do I with yours <:

@appleseeds 
            
            /  yeah, that’s fine. i’m still getting familiar with your oc, so have a bit of patience with me 

@orfays  (;;)   it won't be soft vibes exactly then tho, to add.

@magicker ;;  all for your eyes, my love ♡

&.        AHAHAHAHAHA.      I JUST NOTICED AND THE BACKGROUND IS PERFECT. 

&.       what an immaculate theme. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀non. ça ne me plaît pas.      

@palfreys (;;)  bout to add to your lore <;

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱        i love her theme.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱          MY WOMAN.