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Post by Marshell Artyn on Dec 17, 2010 1:14:08 GMT -5
Marshell was more than pleased with the hug. Dymien had done so well with her dress, it was all she could think of doing. She blushed the whole while of the embrace and felt his heart beat faster. A small giggle let loose at every thump, but soon the contact was broken, and they were apart again. She looked up at him and he was almost as pink as his coat, and she giggled yet again at him, a little pink in her face as well. This time around, she didn't care if he saw her blush or not. It was worth it to her. Dymien began to stutter around his words and for a bit, Marshell was confused as to what he was going to say. She couldn't piece it all together that well.
The Tailor took a deep breath in and began to stutter yet again, albeit this time it was much less than before. Marshell tilted her head a little less as she was able to understand most of what he meant. He wanted to know where he could drop off her dresses and clothes once he was done. Marshell's mind drifted for a moment on where she may rendezvous with the striking tailor again, but not too soon she snapped back to when Dymien's voice became firm and surprised her with his immediate determination on getting across what he had to say. She really liked this in him, she liked being on her toes and surprised and this definitely did the trick. She giggled a little at his final stern statement.
There was a short amount of silence between the two as she returned to thinking of places to meet up at. Her house seemed simple enough and if she was not present or duty called, then he could just leave it there and she could pick it up upon her return. However, the thought of missing Dymien did not sit well with her. She simply HAD to see him again. Her mind wandered again until she snapped to, and snapped her finger as well.
"The Great Mage Festival is beginning. I think it would be perfect if we met there. Then I can show off my dress while we go on our date around the festival." She winked and smiled to the man and spun around like a little girl. A few steps forward and she was near the outside of the stall. She turned around back to the man, then said, "I'll be in the Ballade Square. With my eyes WIDE open for you. I'll also have the money you so rightly deserve for such hard work." She took a step back and waved as she did. "Remember! Ballade Square!! I'll be waiting!!".
Marshell turned around all too soon and paid no attention to the same assassin rock that was bound to kill her again. She tripped as like before, quickly jumped up, turned to blush and wave at Dymien once more, then turned and took off running away from the KlangI'mnotevengonnatryanymore Market.
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Post by sei on Dec 17, 2010 21:42:27 GMT -5
Dymien watched intently, waiting for Marshell to come up with the meeting place of her choice. Though he tried not to be, Dymien was nervous about it. Usually everything was done in his home, the shop, and he wouldn't have to fret so much about outside interactions. With a silent prayer he hoped it wouldn't be anywhere too bad for his condition. When she said the upcoming Great Mage Festival he almost fainted. If there was anyplace further outside of his comfort zone he probably would have died at the thought of it. Marshell looked so happy though and said that it would also be good for their date. Date. Dymien drew in an unsteady breath as he waited for Marshell to finish speaking.
During a paused she flipped about so her back faced Dymien and he knew there was no way to get out of it. He was trapped in a date with a lovely lady. In retrospect it really wasn't that detestable, but Dymien was still so nervous about things like that. As she rushed off he stared, smiling slightly when she took a bit of a tumble, but finding himself incapable of speaking a word the whole time. He had a date. Dymien had a date. A flush overcame his face in a rush and he realized he had a lot of work to do before then. A devious stray thought left him thinking he'd throw in something extra for Marshell that she wouldn't be expecting...
With an excited grin the young tailor sat back down at his workspace and began furiously stitching the dress he had decided would be for Marshell. THREAD FINISHED |
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