ag_fics Patchwork Meme
Patchwork Fic
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NOTE: I have decided to change the rules. If you want to finish the beginning below with your own ending or another thread (e.g. one that you started) then that is fine too. We are still looking for threaded fics but I'm happy for you to do what you like with the beginning below now.
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Gwen opened her front door.
The room was pitch-black. She reached over to light a candle at the side of the room. It flared up with a hiss. She closed the door, no longer needing the dim moonlight. Leaving the candle on the side to locate the others she turned around.
Her heart leapt into her throat.
Arthur stood in front of her, holding the now iconic red rose. His expression was soft as he tried to be as romantic as possible. Gwen enjoyed these little gestures, even if nothing could happen between them.
“Another rose,” she said, taking the red flower. “That’s the fifth one this week. You’re spoiling me.”
He watched as she smelt it. “You do like them, don’t you?”
“Of course,” she replied with a sweet sigh. “I love all flowers. You could give me the weeds from the royal gardens and I’d like them.”
Which was true, but to herself Gwen admitted she would rather have a single perfect rose than a bouquet of flowers. It was the colour that she liked in particular. “I always think of you when I see the colour red.”
Arthur hid a pleased smile. This hurt him too, but he couldn’t stop doing this. He knew he should stop but he didn’t want to.
Gwen bit her lip. “I thought we agreed-”
“Yes I know” Arthur said quickly, stepping forward. “I know we agreed nothing can happen (for now at least) but you didn’t say I couldn’t give you roses.”
She leaned against the door in a coy-sedate pose. It made Arthur’s chest delightfully tight. The rose was still held fast between her fingers. “You are a most persistent man.”
He came forward, “Can’t a man drop by to visit a ‘friend’?”
“I don’t think waiting in the dark for me to come home, giving me roses and standing there with that,” she gestured his captivating smile, “look on your face something a... friend would do.”
Their faces were inches away.
“Not even for a favourite friend?” he teased.
Gwen’s eyes firmly fixed on his lips. “I sometimes wonder if we should be friends.”
“So do I” he whispered huskily, suggestively.
They were ready to just give in and kiss. They closed their eyes and readied themselves for that wonderful, soft feeling as their lips slowly came to touch.
Just as their lips brushed there was a knock at the door. It startled them out of their daze.
Gwen moved away from the door and turned to look at it.
“Were you expecting someone?” Arthur asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so...”
She went to answer the door but Arthur grabbed her hand.
“Wait, they might go away” he said.
The person knocked twice more. Gwen sighed, “I’m answering it.”
Arthur let her hand slip from his. He stared at the door as if he was expecting something significant to be behind it.
Gwen smiled at him. “I’ll get rid of them.”
Finally, she opened the door...
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