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Annora ✿ 25 ✿ Florist ✿ Florin born I am not your princess bride ✿✿✿✿✿✿ roleplay blog associated with fableton. for entertainment purposes only, reader discretion advised.

[buttercup-annora]

honey i burnt the chicken | butterly

[buttercup-annora]

dreadpirate-westley‌:

…unless you can manage to salvage this somehow. 

It was like a challenge.  Perhaps she knew him too well.  Or, if that had not been her intention, she didn’t know him at all.  

He contemplated the alleged chicken, its carbon coating, and his overall knowledge of the situation.  While he wasn’t much on cooking, he was certain some combination of a heavy sauce and a lot of alcohol would make it palatable and ensure they didn’t care if it was gastrointestinal suicide.  However, he was smart enough not to say any of that. 

Even fools have their moment, after all. 

He kept his arm around her, his hand slipping so his fingers brushed her ass, and stared at the table for a moment longer.  “While I do think cheese can save almost anything, I find it more effort than it might be worth.  I admire that you attempted to cook at all because, generally, I lack patience for it.  If you want to eat at home, though, we can have something delivered and I solemnly promise not to kill the delivery man with a fork.”

A stuttered laugh forced its way out of her mouth and she looked up at him. “Is it so bad that even you can’t be bothered it?” She turned to look woefully at chicken-- she struggled to call it that since she was sure that whatever she’d just done to it had changed it on a molecular level-- and then returned her gaze back to him with a sigh. “I suppose it could have been worse. I could have tried to fry something.”

She leaned into him and nodded her approval of his suggested change of plans. “That seems like a fair trade,” she decided with a grin, peeking up at him from her new, closer angle. “But maybe you just don’t kill him at all. School is stressful enough. I would hate to be left with the burden or what to do about your apartment or your belongings after you very likely go to jail for murder.” She leaned up on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his jaw and then stepped out of his arms to stand in front of him, holding onto his hands, swinging them delicately from side to side. Because he was home and even though she’d imagined their night very differently, she was never going to grow tired of the feeling of him coming home to her. Not when they’d very nearly been condemned to a life apart. “Chinese? And a movie?”

[ladyeowyn]

AESTHETIC MEME: [6/8] Stories (tv shows, movies, books…): t h e  P r i n c e s s  B r i d e Every time you said ‘Farm boy do this’ you thought I was answering ‘As you wish’ but that’s only because you were hearing wrong.

[fractiousflorist]

Saying Sophie was a bit overwhelmed was a bit of an understatement.  Her infant son was a maddening creature who refused to sleep at predictable intervals, though they were at least getting longer, and who managed to scramble all her plans for an afternoon with an adorable smile and a messy diaper.  After one such incident, she was holding the babe close and talking nonsense to him in a low voice.

She sort of loved it.  

Today was a bit of an exception to the new usual, though, and she was using  her free arm and one tenth of her brain space to attend to her other ‘child’ – the flower shop.  What had wilted and died in Morgan’s absence had come back to life, abundantly so.  Her creations, through little effort of her own, were bursting out of every available space in the shop.  She greeted the person who came in with a smile and a mildly insincere apology.  “Quite sorry, excuse the mess.  Transition in seasons, and preoccupied shop owner.  How may I help you today?” 

[buttercup-annora]

“It’s just me!” Annora called before rounding the corner and coming into sight, waving her hand in the air like a white flag. “I decided that I’ve done so much studying that my brain might decide to pack up and leave, so I thought I’d stop by here and see if you needed anything. Any help maybe?”

[buttercup-annora]

aggressivelyastrid:

“…Humperdinck?  No wonder he’s evil.  I would be evil too if I had a name like that,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.  She started feeling a bit uncomfortable at the way Annora was looking at her, but it wasn’t a bad uncomfortable.  It wasn’t like she had said or offered anything she wouldn’t offer to anyone else, but she supposed, given their complicated past, it meant something more.  “It’s nothing,” she assured her, smiling softly.  “Us girls gotta stick together right?” she pointed out, shrugging a shoulder.  “I’ve got kind of a tight schedule today between classes and the obligatory clean up periods in between.  Do you have any time constraints in your day-to-day?”

Annora’s lips pulled up into a small smile. However ridiculous his name might have sounded to her in another life, she’d lived his evils firsthand, and she could feel nothing but fear and anger and hate when she heard it now. But she realized, looking at Astrid, that she no longer held onto the feelings of jealousy and resentment she’d used to have for her at one point. She could admit, in the safety of her own mind, that she’d been wrong to have them in the first place. The words would probably never leave her mouth, but she did realize with an almost startling immediacy that she actually kind of wanted Astrid to like her. She nodded her head at the question, dispelling the thoughts like smoke in her mind. “I have school and work, but I’m usually free after seven. And I’m completely free every other Wednesday and Sunday. Summer’s also coming up soon, so I should have more time then. I will make whatever you can work out, work for me.” I need this formed on her tongue, but didn’t pass her lips. Her eyebrows rose and her lips quirked into a smile that she hoped resembled something of a peace offering. “I promise not to be the worst student you’ve ever had.”

[buttercup-annora]

straightlacedgrace:

Jason chuckled.  “Perhaps, in the future, my generosity will extend to planning and buying you one of your own.  I’m good on slippery slopes and pretty sure your delicate feet plus my huge shoes equals a mess waiting to happen.” 

Annora’s lips pressed together, suppressing her amused smile into something small and polite. It was a hard habit to break, even after all the time that had passed for her in Fableton. “I feel it would be unwise to argue with a scenario where I wind up with a free cookie for doing nothing to earn it, so I will just nod my head and agree with you.” Her smile widened as she joked with him, leaning back in her seat comfortably as though she’d known him for weeks, not simply minutes. 

[buttercup-annora]

aggressivelyastrid:

She could see the look on her face and recognized it as one she had worn a few times in her past, but she didn’t say anything.  If Annora didn’t know by now that Westley was dedicated to her, anything she said probably wouldn’t help.  “Right,” she nodded, pinching her lips together slightly.  She didn’t like the idea of there being a man who could hurt a friend of hers.  “Does this guy have a name so I know who to kick the ass of if I ever meet him?” she asked, brows raising slightly.  “He could, and being prepared is smart, but having allies helps too.  I’ll teach you how to defend yourself, but you should also know that if this guy does pop up, I have your back.  Yours and Westley’s.”

“Humperdinck.” She spat the word as if it were a curse, all the hatred she felt resonating within its syllables. She looked up, a new emotion filling her and taking place of the harsher one before it. She blinked as she looked at Astrid for a moment. She had no reason to be friendly. Annora wasn’t unaware of the kind of person that she was. She knew she could be difficult, could hold onto a wrong for so much longer than it deserved to be held onto. But hearing that Astrid had her back, despite the tantrums she’d thrown and the things she’d said, suddenly meant more to her than she could even comprehend. She blinked, her eyes shining. “Thank you.” The words came out as hardly more than a shaky whisper and they felt small compared to the feeling behind them. She flashed a small, watery smile, already feeling stronger. “Thank you.”

[buttercup-annora]

aggressivelyastrid:

“I learned bits and pieces over our time spent together.  I vaguely remember him mentioning something about the love of his life bartering with some guy that ended up torturing and trying to kill him, but I was also incredibly drunk at the time, so I could be mistaken,” she admitted.  She felt the urge to do something with her hands, so she crossed her arms over her chest to avoid fiddling.  “How much of that is true and how much of it is a drunken misunderstanding?”

Annora swallowed thickly, closing her eyes against Astrid’s words. She and Westley hadn’t talked about it in detail, but she knew enough. Terrible visions flooded into her mind and she pressed her fingers to her temple a moment to help fight them away. A part of her mind-- a jealous, childish part-- was angry with Westley for giving away these parts of him. But she was coming to accept, now, that he was hers and there was no reason for jealousy. Their stories were still theirs even if others could tell them. She shrunk a little under the memory of it all. “It’s true.” The words were barely a whisper, her eyes on the floor a long moment before they flicked back up to her. “But he’s not here now. At least, I do not believe he is. Surely he would have found us by now.” Her voice had trailed off a little as if she was talking to herself. She swallowed again, running a hand up and down her arm like she was trying to warm it. “But that doesn’t mean we’re safe, right? He could still come back.” She looked up at Astrid, eyes shining but now they were hard and determined. “And I want to be ready for him if he does.”

[buttercup-annora]

aggressivelyastrid:

If she hadn’t already been a bit surprised by her mere presence, hearing Annora’s reason for being there certainly did the trick.  “You want to learn how to defend yourself,” she repeated, blinking a few times.  “Do you mind if I ask why?  I mean, why now, in particular?”

Her footing felt unsure and her eyes darted to the exit before landing on Astrid’s again. She opened her mouth and closed it, finding the words too difficult to form but realizing that she desperately wanted to at the same time. She chewed on the inside of her lip and took a small step forward, tilting her head. “Has Westley told you anything? About our past?”

[buttercup-annora]

aggressivelyastrid:

Astrid looked up from where she had been gathering used towels to wash when she didn’t hear retreating footsteps or anyone talking.  She was more than a little surprised to see Annora standing in the Dojo, but she was more curious to what she was doing there than she was uncomfortable by the fact that she was there.  “You don’t have to go,” she told her when she took a step back.  “Clearly you came here for a reason, and I doubt it was to visit me…  What’s up?”

Annora rocked back on her heel as if she were still deciding whether or not she should turn and go, but after a moment stood straight and surefooted. She chewed on her lip a moment, contemplating if she should say anything at all. It felt like inviting it in if she said it out loud. She lifted a chin a little. “I want to learn how to defend myself. Is that something I could learn here?”

[aggressivelyastrid]

“Next self-defense class isn’t for another hour.  Can I help you with somthing?”

[buttercup-annora]

She hadn’t been sure what she was after when she meandered into the building. Humperdinck had become something of a fabled monster in her own memory, but he and his evils did still linger there. And maybe, subconsciously, she wanted to arm herself with more than just knowledge. This was a new world, after all. Maybe she could be her own hero. 

Annora froze at the sound of the voice. She blinked, swallowed, and threaded her fingers together before splaying them out over her thighs. It had been a long time since she’d seen Astrid that she honestly wasn’t even sure where they stood or how she should feel. “Oh.” She looked around as if she suddenly realized where she was and took a hesitant step backwards. “No, I-- I’m not even sure why I’m here, to be honest.”

[buttercup-annora]

straightlacedgrace:

He accepted her hand and shook it with a gentle grip.  Because he didn’t want to actually test the limits as far as if she could kill him with a spoon or anything.  It was kind of nice, introducing himself to someone like this and not thinking they were going to drown him or that he was probably going to incur a thousand years of wrath at being underappreciated.  She seemed nice, probably wasn’t a monster, and he wanted to keep this conversation going in the face of those things.  “I’m Jason.  It’s nice to meet you.  Can I interest you in…. a bite of the cookie I haven’t finished yet?” 

Though thoroughly charmed, her eyes trailed down to his half-eaten cookie and she made a face. “You can keep it,” she answered definitively, glancing back up at him. “Though for future reference, perhaps you could keep such a generous offer to yourself. I mean, where does the madness end? Today, a half-eaten cookie. Tomorrow? The shoes on your feet or the shirt on your back. It’s a slippery slope.” 

[buttercup-annora]

straightlacedgrace:

Jason squinted at the lovely woman in front of him and wondered how many ways she could kick his ass.  Because that’s how all the women who looked like that ended up being in his world.  He smiled.  “I’m not alone anymore and I didn’t even have to move out of my seat, though.  Hi.” 

She returned his smile with one of her own and relented to his words with a one-shouldered shrug as she took a seat beside him. “I suppose you’ve got me there. Hi.” She twisted in her seat to offer her hand delicately. “Annora. It’s nice to meet you.”

[buttercup-annora]

honey i burnt the chicken | butterly

[buttercup-annora]

dreadpirate-westley:

Westley glanced down and the plates and blinked, not saying something sarcastic much to his credit (and his own surprise if he were being honest with himself, which was one of a few places he was honest at all.)  When his eyes shifted back to her, he tried very hard to sound only sincere and not at all teasing.  “What it is now is proof you are thoughtful and caring,” he said after a moment.  “I appreciate the effort.  Thank you.”  

He could always ask her not to make the effort again later, once they’d gotten to the point this was funny. 

So it would be much, much later. 

He stepped in toward her again and gave her another small kiss, trying to smooth over the disappointment plain on her face and to reassure her somehow.   “That there is. Do you want takeout?  Because this all,” he gestured to the table, “seems like a wish for a private, romantic dinner at home.” 

He always had the right words in the right order. They fell from his tongue like silk, wormed their way into her cold, bratty heart and warmed her from the inside out. Even with all her stubborn determination, she couldn’t help the small upwards tilt to the corners of her mouth. At least he could see past the monstrosity sitting on his plate and appreciate it for what it was: an (admittedly poor) attempt at a nice home cooked dinner.

She accepted the kiss, pouting more than necessary now that she thought it might earn her more kisses like those. She pulled him back in for one more before tossing a helpless look across the table. “I don’t know that we have much of an option unless you can manage to salvage this somehow.” 

Once the words left her mouth, she almost wanted to roll her eyes because he probably could make something delicious out of the hunk of burnt chicken sitting atop their plates.

[straightlacedgrace]

So people watching was turning into a guilty pleasure of Jason’s.  It was a studying technique, something he couldn’t quite shake, that he thought overall would help him anticipate, plan, understand.  Also… it had its entertaining moments, like watching the guy crash and burn with what was obviously a first date.  “Yikes, buddy,” he muttered under his breath.  “Even I could do better than that.” 

[buttercup-annora]

She hadn’t been paying attention-- not really-- until she heard the man’s comments, turning to follow his gaze to the train wreck he’d been watching. She shrugged, taking a few steps towards him so he’d be able to hear her. “It’s pretty easy to say when you’re sitting here alone.”

[buttercup-annora]

honey i burnt the chicken | butterly

[buttercup-annora]

 dreadpirate-westley:

Westley appreciated the chance afforded to him by Robin to not be out working in the cold autumn.  Plus, he found a simple kind of joy in configuring electronic wires until lights turned on and in tightening the final screws on the last light switch in a room or a building.  There was something about finishing a job that appealed to him immensely.  It also meant he worked odd hours, oftentimes by himself, and that was working out well.  He didn’t have to worry about who would see him or who would walk in this way. It also meant, since the start of school, he hadn’t seen much of Annora.

The lovely light of his life, though tempestuous, whom he found in his home more often than not when he was there himself.  He’d been finding it quite lovely to come home to her, to find her books spread on the couch and the once-pocketed remnants of her day at the floral shop on the bathroom counter where she’d left them as she’d gone to shower.  Though he was fairly private in this world, it was nice not to be so alone and it was nice to share the space with her in particular, for she held his heart.

He came in from a rather long day finishing their remodel on Claybourne Street, fingers tired but mind sharp and eyes bright.  Keys found the basket inside the door and a terrible smell assaulted him nearly immediately, but he smiled anyway.  It seemed his immediate guess that she’d tried to cook for him, and failed, was correct.  It made his smile wider.  “It is indeed,” he said, his voice full of good humor although he was aware she may not be in the mood for much teasing.  He crossed the room to get his hands on her, to kiss her hello, and afterward, asked his question.  “What have we here?”  

(Because really, he couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be other than dinner.) 

She blew a blond strand from her face in reply. She probably looked more like she’d gone to war with dinner rather than attempted to cook it and she kissed him with a pout still on her lips. She watched silently as he  and then looked forlornly down at her plate. She sucked in a long dramatic sigh. “It’s supposed to be chicken stuffed with herby something or other. As for what it is now... your guess is as good as mine.”

She blew out another sigh for good measure.

It was probably stupid to be so disappointed she hadn’t been secretly good at it. He was a natural with anything he touched and she was a messy, clumsy thing that could be nowhere and everywhere all at once. She’d just wanted to be the one to impress him this time round.

She looked back down at her plate with a frown. “I suppose there’s always takeout.”

[buttercup-annora]

special delivery | hades & annora

The bouquet was large and sat awkwardly in her arms, but she’d made it most of the way through the clearly rather popular bar without incident so she was feeling pretty confident. She scanned over the tops of the bright yellow and white flowers looking for a place to set them down or at least someone that looked like they worked there that could hopefully point her in the right direction. She managed to elbow her way through until she was standing face to face with a man standing behind the bar. “Excuse me, do you know where I could find Hades Drakos? These are for him.” She glanced down at the bouquet in her arms and smiled politely.

@abrimstonecosmos

[buttercup-annora]

queenoftheimmortals:

Hera shrugged.  “When you get it done will suffice.  It’s not an urgent matter.”  She tilted her head.  “Maybe… some narcissus if you have it with that one, too.  I know it’s out of season, and it will be worth it.”  She sneered a little.  She couldn’t help it.  Goddess of Spring.  Gross.   The sneer turned into a grin.  “Actually, the sympathy card is perfect.”  She turned to the paperwork she’d been asked to fill out, doing so brusquely.   Once she was finished, she slid the forms across the desk and reached for the card, inscribing it only with an ornate, but quickly written, letter ‘H’.  “Thank you for your help.  You’ve been very efficient.” 

Annora blinked at the woman, unsure of how to process her. She was strange indeed, but there was an undercurrent of something perhaps dangerous that made Annora want to just nod and agree politely until the transaction was over. She watched with mild curiosity as she scribbled out her initial as if it were some kind of practical joke and she was getting the last laugh. But she said nothing, just smiled pleasantly until she could gather up the papers. She was the picture of professionalism. “You are most welcome Ms. ...” Her eyes trailed to the papers. “Hera. Your gift should be delivered within one to three days and you should receive your bouquets in about the same time if not sooner. If there’s nothing else I can do for you, I will go ahead and get your order entered into the system. Thank you for stopping by.”