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((However, I think I’ll try to keep rping.. really slowly during school… but steadily hopefully.
is what I said quite some time ago and now I have finals
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Happy Father's Day Julian
His lips trembled as Julian was struck by such harmless words. His mind went blank for the briefest moment, before something inside him urged the gardener to regain his composure.
"T-To you… as well…" He uttered slowly, remembering to crack a smile. His tail, which had suddenly and very slightly arched, twitched in his effort to be less nonplussed and far more affable.
"I cannot celebrate it together with my father this year, again… b-but, thank you, it is appreciated. I very much love him." How much of it was true? However, something was certain: the king would have nothing to celebrate (and perhaps, nobody even).
((On another note I'm sorry for not doing starters lately! I'm just not sure how to handle them while being busy. But I'll respond to any and plan threads whenever, so don't think it out of dislike or anything ;w; ))
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"It’s ok! Julian is my friend, I am not proposing." Belle said this with reassurance at his taken aback expression. "I won’t attack you!"
With a giggle, she tilted her head and stared at him with large, doe like eyes. “Cats and rats can’t be together. It’s an unspoken rule. Please do not take it the wrong way. This is a sign you are my comrade.” And a request from a faceless civilian. However, she would keep that under wraps for now.
He had never once doubted that she wasn't proposing to him or not going to attack him. Her gesture had been incomprehensible, if anything. He had thought it out of naiveté. But it had been risky and embarrassing nonetheless. "I know that..." He began hesitantly, "I know those things both. I would not dare suppose anything... not even that we are comrades."
Her expression looked most innocent, although he was aware of what the young girl was actually capable of. At times like this he wasn't sure he could understand what was in her mind, but to be honest it was the same for him as well. Pretending you could know was a lie. "B-But I see. Thank you... then."
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It was more surprise than fear, but she visibly relaxed when she saw that he was being friendly, lowering her hands to her sides and exhaling deeply. Honestly, she should have been a little more aware of her surroundings.
"Excuse me." Cecilia said quietly, approaching slowly, so as not to alarm him either. She felt a little bad that’s she’d reacted that way, and wanted to make it right, if she could. "Um, you aren’t bothering me…you just startled me, is all. I’m kind of high strung, so sorry about that." She apologized. "I’m Cecilia. It’s nice to meet you."
Noticing that she seemed to have gotten less afraid, Julian's smile widened even more. He wanted to put her at ease. "Please do not worry. There was a stranger approaching you, it was a normal reaction." Not alarmed in the slightest, he gave her a small bow. "It is my pleasure really. Your name is quite pretty... if I might say." With a little shyness, he continued softly. "I am Julian, at your service."
He was a gardener after all! Thankfully she could bake well enough to help out with this. “You’re not making the chocolate chips, silly.” After disappearing into the pantry, she then turned around and held up a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. “It’s alright, I can’t cook very well either. Baking definitely!” Oh this poor baby pulled at her heart strings, even though he was technically an adult man, but no he was precious. “So what? Meringue cookies alright with you?”
His cheeks reddened ever so slightly when she showed him the chips. He had never heard of this kind of food before, even less of the fact that they could be bought. "I see..." He chuckled, a bit timidly. "I suppose it is a relief. Mine would have been disappointing. I am certain you do cook and bake better than I, actually."
Still looking for the recipe, he nodded in response. "Anything you want, that is. Ah..! I think I found them." He pointed at a page as he said that.
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"Big brother Julian! I do hope you will excuse me for this!" With a small smile, the rat steps up onto her tip toes and pecks Julian on the lips. "Chuu!"
Julian immediately takes a small jump back, bewildered and panicking slightly as his mind is filled with thoughts such as what, why, and even how would the princess take this?
"W-Wha.. what are you doing?" He stutters. "You are excused, but, p-please…" He could swear that kissing him is not on the list of things which knights should experience.
((Easter break ends today! And finals approach. However, I think I'll try to keep rping.. really slowly during school... but steadily hopefully.
I have a curfew and I gotta go now. I managed only one reply and I have the others saved. Please be patient with me! And goodnight everyone.))
Blooming Love ✢ Closed Starter ✢
Keeping her back turned at them, she took deep breaths in silence, trying to calm herself down before deciding to look at them again without giving away any of her troubled feelings. “That ri—” No it wasn’t. Wasn’t right at all. This time, she was actually glad that Julian seemed to take over, if he was, that is, and her shoulder, unconsciously tensing and rising up, slowly relaxed again. That was until he laughed. He actually laughed. Why did he laugh and why did he seem so calm all of the sudden. Was Julian actually more cunning than she expected, trying to make her explain when he was actually completely fine with talking about it.
Unable to not check if he was really amused by all of this, she turned on her heels, her eyes immediately fixing at the gardeners face with a small frown on her lips.
"Funny, isn’t it?" Her voice was intended to sound cold but was instead soft, ending on a small highpitched note when she realized it halfway through the sentence.
"I did my part, would you mind taking over, Julian?” Shifting her weight from one leg on the other, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, fingers nervously digging into the cloth around her arms. She wasn’t sure if she was actually sure about asking him to talk about the— the thing. But acting shy was even more ridiculous.
Belle gripped the edge of her seat, wrinkling her gloves in the process. She was beginning to feel antsy. The rat swung her legs back and forth as the rustling of fabric filled the silence in the little shed. It made her happy Julian was laughing but…the princess didn’t seem to like it at all. Of course she wondered why-but it was not her place to be questioning her lady. Especially since she was being so kind in explaining to her this…’delicate’ procedure.
All she could do was flick her gaze from Sera to Julian. Then from Julian to Sera. Back and forth. Each second that passed by made her anxiety rise higher. Releasing her tight hold on the chair, she tugged on the ends of her gloves and adjusted the ribbons in her hair. What more was there to do? They seemed to be sharing some sort of code that did not require words with all the suggestive glances they were offering each other.
"So, big brother Julian. If it’s not done the way flowers do it, how is it done?"
She seemed to have minded, alas. But Julian had learnt to be attentive: he'd caught the tone variation in her voice and the initial softness, which reassured him that he could speak further without the threat of a sudden burst of anger. She wasn't totally irked. However, his laughter might have been too much, although he had never intended to mock her.
"I obey." The shadow of a smile still on his lips, they formed an actual one when he turned to Belle again. He could feel her nervousness from his seat, as though she was radiating an aura of uneasiness-- or perhaps it was Sera and him who did just that. Anyway, he felt kind of bad, not only for himself but for the rat as well: she had meant it an innocent question, and this whole situation had come out of it. "You see, speaking of flowers, they do not have... sex as your book intends it. They reproduce through their pollen, which has to be transferred to another flower, usually by bees. Or through self-fertilization... b-but ah! I suppose it does not matter."
Julian let out yet another small chuckle, tilting his head slightly. He had visibly relaxed while talking, but now came the real task. "We, w-well, have no pollen. We do run away from bees, right? Haha-- w-what I'm trying to say is, uhm, we use our own bodies. It is... something we feel, by all means." He was flustered again, and his sentences an awkward jumble of words. Glancing sideways at the princess, he thought this had been a failure again, probably. He didn't expect her to be any less stern.
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Blooming Love ✢ Closed Starter ✢
Watching over both of them with her arms crossed in front of her chest, she frowned. “Chair.” She mumured, lowering her face a little with closed eyes. “Sit on my chair. What are you? A dog?” A small hiss followed her words and she took a step forward and away from the perch. “You might be a black one, but you’re still a cat. Now get up.” Delay. It was all just delay. In the back of her head she was trying to figure out what to do next, but there was nothing else left but to explain the matter to the girl, now that she said she would. Backing off wasn’t a possiblity, and it wasn’t that hard, was it.
It would be easier if the gardener wasn’t here. She clicked her tongue, now that she told him to sit she couldn’t change her opinion another time. What was happening—
"Well. You see.." She could just start with the fact that two people love each other, but that was too clichée as well as a lie. A heavy sigh before she turned her back on them to hide the face she was making, grinding her teeth before she spoke up again, trying to keep her voice steady. "Sex is.." Well. It wasn’t that easy to describe, now that she thought about it. But the essentials first. Probably.
"A way to reproduce and keep your bloodline alive."
Nailed it.
The distance between herself and the two cats was beginning to make her uncomfortable. Why was everyone so far away? Not to mention…Lady Sera seemed incredibly irritated. Scooting her chair closer to Julian so that their arms touched, Belle hummed happily. Having Sera teach her was the best!
"That makes sense…so this is the process in which we reproduce? How interesting! Do we breed like the flowers big brother Julian tends to?"
His apology had gone unnoticed. "Eh?" He exclaimed, raising his eyes. Julian couldn't believe his ears. "I cannot dare. Do not mind me, I am by no means uncomfortable--" Her hiss interrupted his attempt at refusing, which ended at that. He swallowed and, with a most composed appearance not to make it look as though he was for any reason whatever bothered by her order, slowly occupied her chair. "Thank you, Princess." He said softly, glad that her back was turned. Somehow those didn't feel like the right words at all.
Looking down to smile coyly at the rat, he hoped Sera's explanation would be enough. It was simple and, most of all, made sense compared to his. He knew Belle was honestly curious and held no malice towards him at least yet so, if she was satisfied, there would be no reason for her to insist on the subject.
His face, which was now a rosy colour, reddened in an instant. However, either due to astonishment or to utter embarrassment, Julian happened to burst into a small chuckle. "It is..." He began, suddenly conscious of his laughter but still smiling, "A bit different than that, I fear." He hoped that Sera, after ignoring him earlier, wouldn't mind his intermission.
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Cecilia was just walking around, aimlessly. She was lost, and to top it all off, she was hungry as well. This place was strange to her, and she’d only come following the crowd. Hopefully, it would be a good place to start over.
"—? Who’s there?" She asked, hearing another’s footsteps and backing away slightly from the sound.
It was another day gardening, and catching sight of someone strolling between the flowers didn't trouble him as much as it would have some time prior. Visitors had become increasingly common, as odd and foreign as they were. "Good morning." He greeted her in a polite tone, having to walk past the girl to reach a particular bush. "A-Ah, please do not be scared. I am simply the gardener." Noticing her reaction, Julian paid attention not to step any closer. "I will not bother you further, I promise."
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Blooming Love ✢ Closed Starter ✢
Assist? Assist her? After hearing the first part, she had to fight back a scream. Assist her in what exactly. “Stop!” She didn’t care for what he had to say, there was no was he’d assist the girl whatsoever.
"I will do it!" Looking from Julian at Belle and back at Julian, she noticed that she was standing without a memory of actually getting up from the chair. "I will— do it?" She will do what. Assist? What did that even mean, assist.
"Sit down." She waved her hand in the air and, trying to tell the girl to sit down. "You too." Another wave in Julian’s face without looking.
"Yes, my lady."
Belle pressed gloved fingers to her lips as she took a seat next to the gardener. So Sera did know what it was? It came as a small surprise to the girl, but maybe it would make sense in her explanation. She wondered what on earth was wrong with the two today. Both their faces had gotten so red-!
This kind of behaviour was, now, beyond his comprehension. Julian fidgeted with his outfit in silence, wondering what in his words could have triggered her. She had stood up as though to stick her rapier through him.
His tongue dry and uncooperative, he gave another bow without uttering anything as he realized that, still, there was no seat for him to take. Being a servant, that was only natural. He immediately sat on the ground; it wouldn't be too dirty, for he had cleaned it that morning.
"Uhm," he quietly mustered up at last, "I apologize if I-I... was ever inappropriate."