[closed&ongoing]
Characters: bb Jules and bb Rose
Setting: Rose's mansion, then to town
Content: GAY. I mean, Rose pesters Jules with flowers and dates and their future together.
Format: Prose
Warnings: ...idk
Arion woke up with his usual, smiling (smirking, more like) face. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and... Jules was sleeping in a room close to his. That last thought alone motivated him enough to take a quick bath, get dressed in elegant clothing, and perhaps wear a little strong, rose-scented cologne (people called it "perfume", but Arion would be appalled if women wore such a commanding and manly scent). When he crossed the hallway, he noticed that he woke up a little too early in a Saturday. The maids were still yawning as they cleaned. Normally, Arion would ignore them, but an idea hit him: it was a lovely Saturday, so he and Jules could spend time around town. Yes, that idea was perfect! He needed flowers, so he ordered the maid to buy him the most beautiful, most expensive bouquet the florist could make. Only the best for Jules.
While waiting for the maid to come back, Arion paced around the room. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if there was something tainting his appearance. Nope, perfect, as usual. When she entered the room, he took the bouquet and ran off to Jules' room, without so much as a thank you. Upon arrival, he didn't bother knocking--he had the keys, it made sense--and perched on the side of Jules' bed, hiding the flowers behind him. "Jules~"
Setting: Rose's mansion, then to town
Content: GAY. I mean, Rose pesters Jules with flowers and dates and their future together.
Format: Prose
Warnings: ...idk
Arion woke up with his usual, smiling (smirking, more like) face. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and... Jules was sleeping in a room close to his. That last thought alone motivated him enough to take a quick bath, get dressed in elegant clothing, and perhaps wear a little strong, rose-scented cologne (people called it "perfume", but Arion would be appalled if women wore such a commanding and manly scent). When he crossed the hallway, he noticed that he woke up a little too early in a Saturday. The maids were still yawning as they cleaned. Normally, Arion would ignore them, but an idea hit him: it was a lovely Saturday, so he and Jules could spend time around town. Yes, that idea was perfect! He needed flowers, so he ordered the maid to buy him the most beautiful, most expensive bouquet the florist could make. Only the best for Jules.
While waiting for the maid to come back, Arion paced around the room. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if there was something tainting his appearance. Nope, perfect, as usual. When she entered the room, he took the bouquet and ran off to Jules' room, without so much as a thank you. Upon arrival, he didn't bother knocking--he had the keys, it made sense--and perched on the side of Jules' bed, hiding the flowers behind him. "Jules~"