xxdominicward:
with: @arielsmarquez
Dom wouldn’t exactly call himself a hopeless romantic. He liked a good romantic comedy with a bucket of popcorn, and he wouldn’t have said no to a moonlit stroll or a picnic in the park, but he liked to think that he at least managed to remain somewhat realistic when it came to romance. Until, of course, he met Ariel. Literally walked right into her and found himself babbling like an idiot and awkwardly ruffling his hair. Suddenly, his brain was foggy and sluggish, his heart was beating way too fast, even for his more wolfish nature, and he was thinking about this quirky girl more than anything else.
And he was seeking her out. Which, in fairness, probably made him a little bit creepy. He noticed that about himself, he understood it, but Ariel hadn’t really told him not to leave her alone. And if she did, he would. Until then, well… it didn’t hurt to try and run into her and maybe strike up another conversation, right? When it finally happened, when Dom was on the verge of giving up, he felt himself brightening, dumb goofy smile spreading on his face as he carefully walked up. “Hey! Uh– you know you’re hard to find. I– uh– I thought I could get you some lunch. Apologize for literally running into you that day. There’s this great burger place on the square. Hand crafted. And they have really great fruit tea.”
Ariel still wasn’t completely sure what to make of Langsdon. On the one hand it made her incredibly anxious that she felt like such an outsider, that it made her realize she barely understood a damn thing about herself. On the other hand, deep down she had a gut feeling that this was where she was supposed to be. There was something about this place, this town, that felt... Correct for this moment in a way Chicago just hadn’t.
The tall, goofy, pretty boy, Dominic, who had nearly knocked her over a few days ago hadn’t crossed her mind too much. With everything she had seen and learned in the week she had been here, there wasn’t too much room for boys (even if they were pretty). Maybe he once or twice, but not much more than passing. Apparently the same couldn’t be said for him as he had evidently sought her out, finding her sitting outside the coffee shop with her tea, reading one of the books about basic spellcasting she had picked up the other day.
“Oh, hey it’s--” And he was already off rambling again, just like before, offering to buy her lunch even, “You don’t have to do that, you just bumped into me,” Was running into someone that really something strange out here? People barely even said excuse me in the city. Still, she decided to tease him a little, “Are all people in small towns this friendly, or are you just an odd duck?”













