redstringsandsilk:
Orion was working, of course, as he always did. He didn’t notice her until he set down his hammer and raised his gaze. When he saw her, his expression immediately brightened.
He had been dreaming of her, she had constantly been on his mind. But in case anyone was nearby or would come in, he put on a professional act.
“Hello, ma'am. What can I do for you?” He straightened as he walked over to her.
The moment Amelia’s eyes land on Orion she feels a sense of calm, a peace that she hadn’t experienced in so long. She tries to contain her smile, knowing that they had to be careful. Prying eyes and perked ears were always around just waiting for the latest scandal that could be hared amongst everyone.
“Hell, monsieur Orion,” she greets before going into her basket. “I was putting on my cross this morning and the clasp broke,” she explains, taking out the dainty necklace to show him. “I was wondering if you could fix it.” Perhaps she had done it on purpose just so she would have a real excuse for why she would be at the blacksmith’s that afternoon, but she needed a reason.
Orion felt a small smile curving his lips as he approached her. He gently cradled the hand clasping her cross in his before she could pull away. His gaze was so tender as he regarded her.
“I have no doubt that I can fix this. It is very dainty and beautiful, but I promise to treat it with care and tenderness.” He murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he took the necklace and pulled back. He ached to hold her and kiss her. “Is there a timeframe you would like this done? Perhaps the day your husband leaves for his small trip to the neighbouring colony?”














