Light in the Darkness, part 6
Apologies on the lateness. This is probably something that will happen tomorrow (Saturday), as well. I work late tomorrow. There's a Sidewalk Sale going on in the shopping center, and it's a bit more hectic than I had thought it could be. But tomorrow I'll hopefully have a corset! My first one, too. I'm excited!
Anyways, as usual, I'd like it known that this is my own take on the fuzziness that is the age-difference. And that there are two ideas in here that I cannot fully claim, but read them in "When She Says She Loves Me" by seltzeraddict.These two ideas are the light and the childish-seeming promise (of which one is at the end of this part, and it's sweet). (I also am not making monies on this, standard fan-works disclaimers apply.)
Title: Light in the Darkness {6/?}
Author: Mortegami
Genre: Fluff. This part has an undercurrent of angst until the Fluff overpowers it
Rating: G, for this "chapter". Potential for a lot higher in future parts.
Summary: Sometimes, parties just aren't any fun. For anyone.
{ Part 1} { Part 2} { Part 3} { Part 4} { Part 5}
Hiding against the wall, the fifteen-annuals old young man inwardly cursed his awkwardness. He felt way too shy to approach any of the ladies standing around the ballroom floor, and when he did get up the courage, the nice ones politely declined and the cruel ones simply ignored him. So here he was, holding up the wall by himself, watching the rest of the guests enjoying themselves.
A small, gloved hand slipped into his and he looked down to see DG looking up at him, her blue eyes troubled. He immediately kneeled to better be eye-level with the young princess. For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other.
“What’s the matter, Princess?” he finally asked softly. She frowned prettily, looking like she was attempting to figure out a problem that was just out of her grasp.
“Why aren’t you dancing, Ambrose?” she returned. He gave her a self-depreciating smile without realizing it and sighed.
“No one wants to dance, Princess. I’m afraid I simply am too awkward for them. But that’s okay, I don’t mind,” he added quickly to defuse her quick temper which he could tell was about to flare up.
“Not too awkward for me,” she stated, looking a bit huffy. He stood up, not taking his hand from hers.
“Would you like to take a walk in the gardens with me, Princess? You don’t have to, of course. Certainly, if you’re having fun here, I won’t pull you away.”
“I wanna, yes.” He smiled at her as he led her out the doors onto a balcony that had a stair leading into the gardens. Together they walked, hand in hand, through the gardens, stopping every now and again to admire the flowers that bloomed by the light of the moon.
Later that evening, when the Queen and her husband were tucking their children in, DG patted her bed for her mother to sit. Once she had done so, the young Princess told her about what had happened to Ambrose at the ball.
“He looked so unhappy, Mother. But when we were walking in the gardens, he didn’t look that way anymore. And the flowers were pretty and he picked one just for me and told me to keep it safe. We could hear the music from the ball out in the gardens, Mother, and I asked him to dance with me and he did.” Her mother smiled. “I want to marry him when I grow up.”
“Say that again, please?” the Queen requested of her daughter, the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly as she observed how well her youngest had done with the flower, as it rested in a vase on her nightstand.
“When I grow up, I want to marry Ambrose,” the six-annual old repeated, every bit as determined to follow through with her statement as she had sounded the first time she said it. The Queen smiled, then.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to persuade him to ask you,” her mother replied, leaning over to kiss her daughter good night. “Sleep sweet, my Angel. Pleasant dreams.”
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Anyways, as usual, I'd like it known that this is my own take on the fuzziness that is the age-difference. And that there are two ideas in here that I cannot fully claim, but read them in "When She Says She Loves Me" by seltzeraddict.These two ideas are the light and the childish-seeming promise (of which one is at the end of this part, and it's sweet). (I also am not making monies on this, standard fan-works disclaimers apply.)
Title: Light in the Darkness {6/?}
Author: Mortegami
Genre: Fluff. This part has an undercurrent of angst until the Fluff overpowers it
Rating: G, for this "chapter". Potential for a lot higher in future parts.
Summary: Sometimes, parties just aren't any fun. For anyone.
{ Part 1} { Part 2} { Part 3} { Part 4} { Part 5}
Hiding against the wall, the fifteen-annuals old young man inwardly cursed his awkwardness. He felt way too shy to approach any of the ladies standing around the ballroom floor, and when he did get up the courage, the nice ones politely declined and the cruel ones simply ignored him. So here he was, holding up the wall by himself, watching the rest of the guests enjoying themselves.
A small, gloved hand slipped into his and he looked down to see DG looking up at him, her blue eyes troubled. He immediately kneeled to better be eye-level with the young princess. For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other.
“What’s the matter, Princess?” he finally asked softly. She frowned prettily, looking like she was attempting to figure out a problem that was just out of her grasp.
“Why aren’t you dancing, Ambrose?” she returned. He gave her a self-depreciating smile without realizing it and sighed.
“No one wants to dance, Princess. I’m afraid I simply am too awkward for them. But that’s okay, I don’t mind,” he added quickly to defuse her quick temper which he could tell was about to flare up.
“Not too awkward for me,” she stated, looking a bit huffy. He stood up, not taking his hand from hers.
“Would you like to take a walk in the gardens with me, Princess? You don’t have to, of course. Certainly, if you’re having fun here, I won’t pull you away.”
“I wanna, yes.” He smiled at her as he led her out the doors onto a balcony that had a stair leading into the gardens. Together they walked, hand in hand, through the gardens, stopping every now and again to admire the flowers that bloomed by the light of the moon.
Later that evening, when the Queen and her husband were tucking their children in, DG patted her bed for her mother to sit. Once she had done so, the young Princess told her about what had happened to Ambrose at the ball.
“He looked so unhappy, Mother. But when we were walking in the gardens, he didn’t look that way anymore. And the flowers were pretty and he picked one just for me and told me to keep it safe. We could hear the music from the ball out in the gardens, Mother, and I asked him to dance with me and he did.” Her mother smiled. “I want to marry him when I grow up.”
“Say that again, please?” the Queen requested of her daughter, the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly as she observed how well her youngest had done with the flower, as it rested in a vase on her nightstand.
“When I grow up, I want to marry Ambrose,” the six-annual old repeated, every bit as determined to follow through with her statement as she had sounded the first time she said it. The Queen smiled, then.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to persuade him to ask you,” her mother replied, leaning over to kiss her daughter good night. “Sleep sweet, my Angel. Pleasant dreams.”
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