flavour of the day and butter pecan with fresh peaches and strawberries!
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Angelic
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: éclat, Butter Pecan #3: soft
Toppings/Extras: fresh peaches, fresh strawberries
Wordcount: 468
Summary: Verity Whitehall’s first kiss with Edward Ashdown.
Notes: These two are honestly the strangest couple I have ever written. Éclat: Brilliance of success, reputation, etc. Acclamation; acclaim. Peaches: Mercury is in inquisitive Aquarius and fills your thoughts with visions and prototypes of the future. […] Romantically, a void-of-course Moon says not to start anything new tonight. You can’t even trust the calm appraisals of Venus in Capricorn. Strawberries: A peeled and unpeeled rambutan, in reference to the exposure of inner tenderness/vulnerability!
Verity Whitehall’s mother only approved of men above a certain threshold of successfulness when concerning her daughter’s potential suitors; with such a beautiful and apparently desirable daughter to hand, using her to further her means and those of the family seemed the only sensible thing to do. Verity didn’t mind, as such, except most of the men her mother seemed to be fixated on were terribly old.
Lord Edward Ashdown was older than her too, but at twenty-six was by far one of the youngest men to have gained a reputation impressive enough to win her mother over. Besides, his father had died recently, passing down not only his title but the immense Ashdown fortune to his only remaining child.
Which was why when he began showing dainty interest in her, it was only natural for her mother to be chuffed-and Verity was too. She had a lot of admirers, but most of them were hopeless, eager youngsters her mother would never allow or they were old and married and slightly frightening.
Edward-he had told her to call him Edward-smiled at her serenely across the balcony. There was, Verity felt, a touch of the angels about him: he was very genteel and his eyes were the palest, most subtle blue. For some reason, his apparent chastity attracted her to him all the more; unlike most men she had allowed to come this close to her, he had never tried to grab her, to convince her to clandestine trysts, never let his gaze stray to the crack of her bosom.
There was the impression of being rather lacking in passion and emotion, but somehow it just made her feel tight and excited in the pit of her stomach. As though one day it would be revealed to her-
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Think?” she echoed. She always felt confused when he said something. It only seemed to add to the dizzy feeling.
He leaned forwards and kissed her gently; became a nebulous pressure against her lips and face. It didn’t last very long and he drew away looking… not pleased, neither displeased, simply scrutinising her like he wasn’t sure who she was.
Verity took his hand.
“What do you think?” she asked, smiling at him brightly with her tongue squeezed behind her front teeth, a smile she’d learned a few years ago and used when she wanted to look utterly adorable.
Edward looked at her for another moment, faintly surprised, and then he laughed-just a tiny bit, one exhalation, but it was the first genuine-sounding noise she had ever heard him emit, an outburst of emotion that was so uncommon for him, with an embarrassed smile tagged onto the end of it… he plastered his eyes to the floor and oh, her heart…
Title: Angelic
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: éclat, Butter Pecan #3: soft
Toppings/Extras: fresh peaches, fresh strawberries
Wordcount: 468
Summary: Verity Whitehall’s first kiss with Edward Ashdown.
Notes: These two are honestly the strangest couple I have ever written. Éclat: Brilliance of success, reputation, etc. Acclamation; acclaim. Peaches: Mercury is in inquisitive Aquarius and fills your thoughts with visions and prototypes of the future. […] Romantically, a void-of-course Moon says not to start anything new tonight. You can’t even trust the calm appraisals of Venus in Capricorn. Strawberries: A peeled and unpeeled rambutan, in reference to the exposure of inner tenderness/vulnerability!
Verity Whitehall’s mother only approved of men above a certain threshold of successfulness when concerning her daughter’s potential suitors; with such a beautiful and apparently desirable daughter to hand, using her to further her means and those of the family seemed the only sensible thing to do. Verity didn’t mind, as such, except most of the men her mother seemed to be fixated on were terribly old.
Lord Edward Ashdown was older than her too, but at twenty-six was by far one of the youngest men to have gained a reputation impressive enough to win her mother over. Besides, his father had died recently, passing down not only his title but the immense Ashdown fortune to his only remaining child.
Which was why when he began showing dainty interest in her, it was only natural for her mother to be chuffed-and Verity was too. She had a lot of admirers, but most of them were hopeless, eager youngsters her mother would never allow or they were old and married and slightly frightening.
Edward-he had told her to call him Edward-smiled at her serenely across the balcony. There was, Verity felt, a touch of the angels about him: he was very genteel and his eyes were the palest, most subtle blue. For some reason, his apparent chastity attracted her to him all the more; unlike most men she had allowed to come this close to her, he had never tried to grab her, to convince her to clandestine trysts, never let his gaze stray to the crack of her bosom.
There was the impression of being rather lacking in passion and emotion, but somehow it just made her feel tight and excited in the pit of her stomach. As though one day it would be revealed to her-
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Think?” she echoed. She always felt confused when he said something. It only seemed to add to the dizzy feeling.
He leaned forwards and kissed her gently; became a nebulous pressure against her lips and face. It didn’t last very long and he drew away looking… not pleased, neither displeased, simply scrutinising her like he wasn’t sure who she was.
Verity took his hand.
“What do you think?” she asked, smiling at him brightly with her tongue squeezed behind her front teeth, a smile she’d learned a few years ago and used when she wanted to look utterly adorable.
Edward looked at her for another moment, faintly surprised, and then he laughed-just a tiny bit, one exhalation, but it was the first genuine-sounding noise she had ever heard him emit, an outburst of emotion that was so uncommon for him, with an embarrassed smile tagged onto the end of it… he plastered his eyes to the floor and oh, her heart…