coolestpaladin said: ❝ Bradamante! ❞ Hands behind his back, Charlie leaned down towards the girl seated at her desk. ❝ Congratulations on winning the volleyball tournament! Sorry I wasn't able to make it back in time... ❞ He sheepishly scratched the side of his face. Why did his academic competition have to not so awesomely overlap with her schedule?! ❝ I hope these can make up for it? ❞ Extending his arms, he presented two items with an apologetic smile: a single rose in one hand and a medium-sized accessory box in the other. Inside the box were matching ivory-colored hair ties, both adorned with a blue topaz gem. It was simple in design but durable, meant for daily use.
“It’s alright, I know you tried your best-!” Pushing herself away from the work she’d been finishing up in order to go see him (and amused he’d managed to beat her to it) she half-turns in her chair. Peering up at him, she’s not prepared for his proximity, or the fact that he’s offering her gifts- as if he actually has something to make up for. Eyes owl-wide, she bounces her eyes from the gifts to Charle’s face, feeling the stinging beginning in her nose before she can help herself. He’s just so sweet--! “Char-le,” she begins in a slight whine, fingers furling around the rose first, bringing it close and pressing her nose into it to hide how it’s reddeding. “You didn’t have to get me anything...!” Not that she isn’t grateful, but she had known their schedules might conflict when it came closer to the end of the season, especially with how loaded his schedule tended to be. Even with all the sports she was part of, they couldn’t hold a candle to all of Charle’s academic responsibilities. Which, in her opinion, made it all the sweeter how distraught he seemed over not being able to make it to her game. Turning back to set the rose gingerly on her desk, she reminds herself to find a vase for it later, and then reaches for the other gift, blinking away the overwhelmed glaze of affection from her eyes. Her nose is still a bit pink, but she’s not in danger of being overwhelmed again- not just yet, in any case. She examines the ties, expression fond, and looks up at him, moving the ties to one hand while the other brushes over his cheek. Cupping her palm against it gently, she leans up the scant few inches she needs to press her lips to his, gentle and sweet. When she pulls back, she’s pink-cheeked and beaming, already moving to undo one of her pigtails to re-do it with her new gift.
“They’re so pretty, Charle, I love them...! I’m going to wear them all the time, I promise...!”














