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Hey. I just wanted to send in some love and support. If you need an ear or a shoulder, I understand having a rough go of pregnancy (mine was awful with Jenna) so I have an empathetic ear with which to listen. I don't know what's going on, of course. But I do understand the fear/concern and the mandatory adjustments certain situations require. I wish you all the best and take care of yourself okay? Love and hugs if you need them. ❤
Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you.
If you're still taking prompts for stuff that was left out of OMB, I have one that I've always been curious about. :) Was Roselyn waiting for Nev to return from her initial meeting with Cullen? If so, how did that conversation go?
Sorry, I meant to get to this sooner!
I’m glad you asked for this scene, actually. I kind of wanted to write it into the fic, but it seemed unnecessary.
Anyway, this scene is from Chapter One: The Arrangement
There was a flurry of movement as Nevena closed the frontdoor to her apartment. Hands grabbing hers, and a curtain of dark brownringlets smacking her in the face as Roselyn all but dragged her into thekitchen and sat her down at the table.
“So!?” Roselyn sat opposite her, grey-blue eyes gleaming andan eager smile on her face.
Nevena stared at her, and blinked hard to get her bearings.For a moment she was distracted by the fact all the mugs on her top shelf werenow in order of size and colour. “You reorganized…”
“It was bothering me.” Roselyn said with a flippant wave ofher hand. “How was this meet up with this guy?”
“Fine.” Nevena shrugged. She didn’t much want to talk aboutit, or really remember anything about Cullen Rutherford until she really had to. It was still hard for herto really comprehend that not only had she gone to this meeting, but she hadagreed to this bold, long term lie. That she was going to pretend to be in lovewith someone she had known for only a few hours.
It would never work. Her sisters and parents would seethrough the veneer in moments and she would be humiliated. All the walk home shehad considered calling Cullen Rutherford and cancelling. She changed her mind,and changed it back. Worry gnawing her at, making her feel weak and nauseous.
“It was fine.” She reiterated, avoiding Roselyn’s eyes.
“You were gone for hours.” Said Roselyn, her voice flat. “Thatmeans it went better than fine. Tell me details.”
“Rose…”
“Tell me!” Roselyn shook Nevena’s arm and pouted at her fromacross the table. Bottom lip stuck out as far as it could possibly go, eyeswatering on cue as though she was about to cry. Nevena was sure she could seeRoselyn’s chin beginning to tremble. It was a look that worked on Alistair allthe time… It worked on Nevena too.
“It was… He was…” Nevena shrugged again, and tutted. “Nice.Fine.”
“UGH!” Flopping back in her chair, Roselyn crossed her arms.“Details!”
“What do you want to know?”
“What does he look like? Has he agreed to this wholearrangement? Is he nice? Did you get a weird vibe or anything?” Roselyn listedoff on her fingers, “and that’s just for starters!”
“I…” Nevena choked, pushed her chair out and got to herfeet, “he’s agreed, yes.” She started, removing her jacket and scarf. “He’ll bepretending for the whole time, and I’ll be paying him. He seems… nice. Capable,a little sure of himself perhaps, but… not nasty or unkind.” She continued toremove her boots. Roselyn followed her, leaving the kitchen table. “He’s blondand tall, probably a bit taller than Alistair.”
“Ohhh, he will not like that.” Laughed Roselyn.
“He’s got these eyes though.” Nevena continued, bringinginto her mind the image of Cullen Rutherford’s face. His handsome face. Hisset, squared jaw, the straightness of his nose, and the scruff of his stubble.The way the corner of his mouth quirked when he smiled and the crinkle of thescar on his lip. How the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed and thewarmth of them. “They’re very…” she leaned on the door frame to her bedroom, “hehas very kind eyes.”
“Kind eyes?” Roselyn repeated, coming to Nevena’s side.
“Mhm-hm.” Nodded Nevena, “kind. Maybe a little sad… I didn’tget the sense there was any ulterior motive… He seemed honest.” She shruggedone shoulder, “genuine.”
Roselyn was silent for a few seconds and Nevena could feelher looking at her. “And you got all that justfrom his eyes?”
“I know it sounds stupid…” Nevena laughed, trying to brushoff the strange squirm in her stomach as nerves.
“It sounds like you fell in love with him over a coffee.”Laughed Roselyn.
“Rose…” Nevena rolled her eyes and entered her bedroom. Onher bed was her open suitcase and various clothes folded, ready to be packed. “Youkept yourself busy.”
“Don’t change the subject.” Roselyn wrapped her arms aroundNevena’s waist from behind and perched her chin on her shoulder. “You didn’tfeel unsafe? Like, he didn’t make you scared?”
“No.” Nevena smiled appreciatively and leaned her headagainst Roselyn’s. “Quite the opposite, really.”
“Good,” said Roselyn, her voice firm. “If he scares you, ifhe lashes out… anything. You call me.”
“I will.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.” Nevena gave a little sigh and patted Roselyn’shands. She walked to a dress that was laid out on her bed. A slightly off-whitecolour, adorned with beads and lace, backless and criminally short. Picking upthe garment, she turned to Roselyn who offered a sheepish grin in return. “Why?”
“You’ve never worn it!” Roselyn exclaimed, “and, you neverknow, you and this rent-a-date guy might hit it off!”
“You’re terrible.” Nevena laughed, returning the dress fromwhere she picked it up. “Alright, show me what you’ve decided I should wear…”
beccaboo8810 replied to your post “My husband passed his last section of the CPA exam!!!!! After 18...”
Congratulations, Mr. Slothquisitor!!!! How very excellent for you two! :)
So excellent! I’m pretty sure that Mark has been perpetually studying for the last two years, so this is going to be GREAT.
Perhaps "able"?
I’ve got ‘able’! :D See? It didn’t take 4 attempts this time :D
She trailed off, no longer able to talk without dissolving into tears. They sat at the edge of her eyelids, begging to be released, so Ellie reached for a handkerchief on a nearby table to dab at the moisture. Her mother took a hold of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
For WIP Wednesday: difficult / difficulty?
I have nothing difficult so far??? I’m beyond surprised. You can try again, if you want ^_^
How about 4, 6, and/or 8 for the ask list? :)
4. INSPIRATION. What inspires you the most?
Other people, whether it’s their work/writing or just flailing with me about MY stuff in chat. I get super pumped about writing any time I’ve done that. Occasionally I will listen to a song that tickles my muse just right, but usually it’s talking about a story that gets me going. And when it comes to plot bunnies, I have a legion of them. I share them with my writer friends, too! In case you’re ever lacking inspiration... :P
6. Favorite POV to write in? (As in First, Third, or maybe a specific character?)
Third person, limited. Always. It presents a biased narrator that doesn't always know what is going on and it gives me a challenge to storytelling. It also helps me get into character quicker? It's also most common POV in modern fiction.
8. If one cliche could be eradicated from writing, which one would you pick?
Controversial opinion! NONE. Here's how I view the so-called cliches: they are there for a reason. People want to see them. People want to write them. Why deny yourself something that makes you happy? Also, I'm a huge proponent of turning cliches on their heads. Take something that has been done to death and DO IT DIFFERENTLY. Do it BETTER. Some cliches have been around since the ancient times, give them a facelift instead of eradication.
beccaboo8810 replied to your post: Perhaps "able"?
Well shit. I honestly thought “difficult” would be the sadder word ask. XD I was dead wrong. Lol
Ellie is having a moment of self-doubt, that’s all :) She’s a little overwhelmed by the prospect of a party she’s going to that night ;)
beccaboo8810 replied to your post “My husband brought me lunch today at school, and ate with me in my...”
I'm pretty sure this post just melted my icy heart. There is so much love in it. I'm glad you had fun with him while he had fun with the kiddos. What a great way to spend lunch. :)
I know, right? I mean I just sort of sat there with my heart filled to bursting for how awesome it was. And I also got good food for lunch, which never happens so that made it even better :)
