Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2022 18:28:49 GMT -5
Well, it was true enough. He hadn't smiled at much of anything, at least not honestly for quite some time until he had run into the greenhouse. Oh, he'd had that 'honest' smile, and an 'honest' handshake, but those had been honed over the years, and were second nature at that point, so they came out almost as easy as though they were real. But then he'd met Temperance, and somehow, he couldn't even manage to stop smiling anymore. And because she so openly loved and cared for nature, despite her upbringing, how could he help but love it himself, because it would always bring the image of her perfect smile to mind whenever he thought about it.
"Every last drop." he reiterated, clearly not bothered enough to consider any additional facts about his mother that might have slipped out in the moment. She was long gone, and he had learned how to stand on his own two feet without her, even if he couldn't even remember what she looked like. Just an old, faint memory of a scent that still lingered in the forgotten corners of his mind. "I'll think it over, but knowing myself, I'll probably just end up picking the last day of Autumna, when the chill is settling in and the frost is starting to glaze over the leaves. I know it's not the greatest time for the garden, or the forest, but you have to admit, there's something beautiful in the frost, and the mist in the mornings that hangs low in the mountains." His shoulders rolled into a little shrug.
Her laughter, as always, was infectious, and he joined in with another low chuckle as they both looked up at the top of the tree. "I can see what you mean." he agreed, leaning over to wrap her in his arms for a moment, pressing his lips atop her head just to get another chance at that familiar, earthy scent that always surrounded her. It had been there for as long as they'd known each other, so much so that it was just another part of Temperance to him at this point. "I do enjoy the smell, but I suppose I'm fairly set in my ways myself." What with that lavender scented oil that he always wore in his hair, but he had really only doubled down on that after the bracelet she'd made him for luck.
They were off again through the trees, his strides soft on the ground, so much so that he held back at the edge of the large clearing, which meant that Temperance really only had herself to blame for startling the deer on the far side of the pond. Smiling as he stepped out of the trees, he shook his head quietly. "They're quite fortunate, since hunting without appropriate permits is largely forbidden on the king's land" with a smile, he slid his feet out of his boots, digging his toes into the soft moss. "They'll likely survive to have young children of their own some day, and our children will be the ones to startle them. Admittedly, the faerie queen would likely have all the deer gathered around her, but I suppose we can work on that in time."
He stepped around to tug the corners of the quilt at before settling down comfortably, reaching an arm out to take the jar from her. "I do rather enjoy it, yes." he chuckled, lifting the jar for a little sip of his own. "Certainly more so than the bitter stuff." He chuckled, taking another sip before handing it back. "Of course, it does mean that we have to be a little more careful to pace ourselves, doesn't it? It's a lot easier to drink way too much sweet wine."
"Every last drop." he reiterated, clearly not bothered enough to consider any additional facts about his mother that might have slipped out in the moment. She was long gone, and he had learned how to stand on his own two feet without her, even if he couldn't even remember what she looked like. Just an old, faint memory of a scent that still lingered in the forgotten corners of his mind. "I'll think it over, but knowing myself, I'll probably just end up picking the last day of Autumna, when the chill is settling in and the frost is starting to glaze over the leaves. I know it's not the greatest time for the garden, or the forest, but you have to admit, there's something beautiful in the frost, and the mist in the mornings that hangs low in the mountains." His shoulders rolled into a little shrug.
Her laughter, as always, was infectious, and he joined in with another low chuckle as they both looked up at the top of the tree. "I can see what you mean." he agreed, leaning over to wrap her in his arms for a moment, pressing his lips atop her head just to get another chance at that familiar, earthy scent that always surrounded her. It had been there for as long as they'd known each other, so much so that it was just another part of Temperance to him at this point. "I do enjoy the smell, but I suppose I'm fairly set in my ways myself." What with that lavender scented oil that he always wore in his hair, but he had really only doubled down on that after the bracelet she'd made him for luck.
They were off again through the trees, his strides soft on the ground, so much so that he held back at the edge of the large clearing, which meant that Temperance really only had herself to blame for startling the deer on the far side of the pond. Smiling as he stepped out of the trees, he shook his head quietly. "They're quite fortunate, since hunting without appropriate permits is largely forbidden on the king's land" with a smile, he slid his feet out of his boots, digging his toes into the soft moss. "They'll likely survive to have young children of their own some day, and our children will be the ones to startle them. Admittedly, the faerie queen would likely have all the deer gathered around her, but I suppose we can work on that in time."
He stepped around to tug the corners of the quilt at before settling down comfortably, reaching an arm out to take the jar from her. "I do rather enjoy it, yes." he chuckled, lifting the jar for a little sip of his own. "Certainly more so than the bitter stuff." He chuckled, taking another sip before handing it back. "Of course, it does mean that we have to be a little more careful to pace ourselves, doesn't it? It's a lot easier to drink way too much sweet wine."