𝓵a 𝓿ie 𝓮n 𝓻ose (1) | leon & vishnal
responding to this @leon-ander
✧ Vishnal still can’t quite place a finger on what the perfume has done to his emotions. Really, he feels sort of scattered, his stomach doing flips whenever he so much as looks at someone, heart rate rising whenever they meet his eyes and he hurriedly looks away. (He hopes it doesn’t seem too rude!)
✧ If he’s being honest to himself, it feels a whole lot like love. But that’s not something so easily captured in one scent, is it? Then again, the man selling said scent looked capable of... pretty much everything...
✧ He pats his cheeks lightly when he feels heat rise up again. Just calm down, Vishnal. Let’s just check out another booth, see if you can find something else fantastic. That’ll be easy, right?
✧ Not one bit! Unless you mean easy on the eyes. Defined collarbones, indeed, creating a defined feeling of ten million butterflies raging in his stomach.
✧ When he’s chastised, back comes the blush, and Vishnal has half a mind to curse the perfume. “Uhm, hi, Leon.” He smiles, something smaller than what he usually dishes out as he meets the booth-owner’s gaze. Almost nervous. “I’m sorry, they always say to save the best view for last, right?” He’s hopeless.
✧ “But, anyway--” Down goes his gaze again, but this time to the wares on the table. He doesn’t want to up and leave so soon, alright? It would be rude to just say hello and run off, especially since he has to see this man the next time he goes to work. (Not that he’s complaining that he’ll see him. Honestly, it’s the opposite.) “What, uh-- what’s the story behind this ring?” And if he asks, he’ll get to hear more of his voice... What’s the phrase? Rose-tinted glasses? Perhaps all his senses have become rose-infused.
