ꗃ 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 : kite-making tent , queen's garden party , hampton court palace ⤷ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : closed starter with miss amélia castelo
benedict was too focused on his kite attempting to make it look presentable . he was no artist — far from it actually — but he refused to fly a kite that looked anything less than respectable . water color , ribbons , and fabrics of all colors littered the table but benedict had a plan , brows furrowed in concentration , the world around him completely disappearing from all thought . as he reached for the water color , his hand brushed slightly on another's . “ oh , my apologies , ” he mumbled but that touch — brief and electric — sent warmth rushing through him . it felt almost familiar , which made him pause , turning his head toward the source . “ miss amélia , ” benedict almost whispred , disbelief lacing his tone . saying her name like this felt foreign , but he remembered where they were and corrected himself before he spoke . heart seemed to catch mid-beat , and for a moment, the kite, the colors, the ribbons , everything was forgotten, eclipsed entirely by her presence . “ go … go ahead . you reached for it first . ” withdrawing his hand subtly, stretching it just enough to straighten his arm, careful that she not notice , before letting it fall back to his side . “ it is … it's good to see you again . ”
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