farfromwounded

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ofprimrose​:

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“the comment means exactly what the words say,” she gave him a reassuring grin, “if one has interest in something more then he has not made it known, though i am not bothered too much for i am content with the life i live,” she soothed with a small nod. “then yes let us see these stalls and see what we can gain from the remainder of the fete for i am sure it wont be long until someone starts to depart and the rest follow like a herd of sheep.”

He nodded slowly, taking a moment to think before regaining his composed smile. “I think that is an excellent ethos to live by.” He replied, smiling more so in respond. “I imagine you are right, I feel many are growing wiry, and perhaps we are reaching the end of the event -- I doubt anyone will notice if we slip away.”

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ofprimrose​:

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she gave him a half smile, his words were true the right man had not come along yet or at least not made himself known yet. “i think you might be right, or at least if he has he hasn’t made himself known which is foolish of him,” she huffed with a small shake of her head. “that is true, who cares indeed. i do take joy in the quiet moments of my life and i do get to live a little through others like yourself,” she teased lightly. “then we shall change the subject to anything you wish my lord, and i beg of you please change the subject.”

He raised his brows in her direction, curious to the comment she spoke. “Does such comments mean a man of interest has arrived? But he does not see you?” He queries, interested to know of her hearts desires. He notices the tone has changed, and thus changes the subject. “Well, if you would be so kind, I would like it if you joined me for a venture, perhaps we can see what stalls are still there to peruse?”

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ofprimrose​:

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prim could feel a small blush crossing over her cheeks at his words, she hadn’t meant to make it feel like such a thing but for him to state it on his own wasn’t unpleasant to hear. “it’s a date,” she echoed back softly. “it wouldn’t be unreachable if the right one were to come along i should think but for now there has been none that has made me change my mind yet,” giving him a thankful smile at his words she felt her shoulders relax, “though perhaps that day isn’t too far away,” her voice soft as she mused her thoughts aloud.“

      He smiled at her confirmation, nodding softly in response. “Maybe the right man has not come along yet.” He mused, lowering his head a little, maybe a little disheartened at such a comment. “I am sure the time will come -- and if it doesn’t , who cares?” He chuckled a little with a sigh. “Such talks of marriage is rather -- depressing, as I feel I will end up in it merely for convenience.”

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ofprimrose​:

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“you tell me when you are free and we shall figure something out for i do enjoy your company,” she confessed with a soft smile, he was easy to be around and one of the few she felt as though she could be honest with. “honest answer?” with a nod she clasped her hands together and let out a small sigh, “i never truly wished to take part in the whole marriage of it all, i am quite content with my shop and i refuse to give it up like any man would expect and there has no one that has really caught my attention like i want them too yet,” she explained with a small wince.

    He nodded lightly, a smile raising to his features, in which he could not contain. He was happy in her company, it was easy to see he was in awe of her slightly, not that he would kindly admit such things. “It’s a date.” He confirmed with a smirk on his lips. The tone of the conversation turned, and he frowned slightly. “I am sorry marriage seems unreachable -- though a man should not prohibit you from continuing your goals and dreams.” He reminded her, eyes locking with hers as he did.

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ofprimrose​:

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“ahh, though do not be disheartened for there can always be another picnic delievered to you with no bidding necessary,” she soothed with a small tilt of her head. “it would be if i haven’t been dodging them left, right and centre,” primrose shot back with a mischievous grin.

he scoffed slightly, a smile raising to his lips. such as prospect was flattering and he was keen to spend more time with her. “i am going to hold you to that.” he remarked with an amused smirk. “why are you dodging them?” he inquired with an intuitive glance.

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ofprimrose​:

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“i do hope that you are enjoying yourself,” the bookshop owner stated as she came close to owen’s side with a small grin on her face. she had heard the bids placed upon her basket and was surprised at the names listed. “it’s a shame that we are only just now crossing paths.”

he had been unsuccessful at retrieving the winning bid, much to his dismay. however, he was happy to spend time with her, and thus would savour such company. “i am doing my best, though i am disheartened to not have won your basket.” he pouted , in a teasing manner. “i imagine your day is preoccupied with suitors?”

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    ask meme:  [ embrace ] — sender jumps into receiver’s arms     for - @ofprimrose

The evening had been sublime, his attention drawn to a mixture of ladies of the ton, but his company with her had been his main attention. They had danced, and spent time conversing and getting to know each other. He was appreciative of the company, to be able to indulge and get to know her on a more intimate level. They danced, his hands moving to spin her slightly before she jumped into his arms. Gentle arms cradle her, a laugh leaving his lips as he gently lowered her to the ground, hands moving to hold her waist gently. ❝ Easy -- I intend to sweep you off your feet , but in the right way. ❞

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flwrcrwns​:

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she was simply just happy to be with him again, she had never wanted to leave, but her marriage called for it. ❝ surely, owen, you have more to tell than that ? ❞ she goaded softly, ❝ well, i suppose the children overpowered their governess and woke me this morning. ❞ she begins, and if anything, she much adored being woken to the sounds of her little darlings. ❝ we broke our fast and then the children had their lessons and i headed to the boutique, i’m afraid it’s much a bore from then on out. ❞

he  felt  at  bliss  with  her,  feeling  at  ease  in  her  company.  it  was  like  old  times,  and  he  was  truly  thankful  she  was  home  with  him.   ❝  i  am  truly  sorry  that  my  life  is  not  as  thrilling  as  yours. ❞  he  teased ,  a  smirk  on  his  lips  as  he  gently  squeezed  her  hand.  ❝  are  your  children  settling  in  alright?  ❞  he  did  not  know  what  it  was  like  to  have a  child ,  but  he  imagined  it  was  both  lovely  but  challenging. 

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flwrcrwns​:

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perhaps  it  were  comical  timing,     his  knocking  breaking  her  movements  throughout  the  foyer  as  she  gathered  a  lonely  pair  of  gloves  to  slide  into  her reticule  for  the  day,     she  wasn’t  expecting  anyone,     the  children  out  with  their  governess,     leaving  her  with  plenty  of  time  to  head  into  the  town  in  search  of  some  new  decorative  pieces  to  place  around  the  home.     she  doesn’t  move  for  a  moment,     simply  staring  in  the  doorway  for  a  moment,     wondering  who  it  might  be  before  she’s  headed  towards  it.     she  doesn’t  expect  it  to  be  owen,     though  with  eyes  catch  sight,     cheeks  almost  ache  with  the  spread  of  a  smile  across  them,     her  heart  aflutter  in  her  chest  that  she  can’t  control,     almost  as  if  it  were  trying  to  break  free  of  it’s  bone  cage.     ❝     owen  ! ❞     she  can’t  help  but  exclaim  happily,     though  she’s  cut  off  by  his  rushed  words,     almost  so  rushed  that  she  doesn’t  even  have  the  chance  to  invite  him  in.  

❝     is  everything  alright   ?     ❞     she  can’t  help  but  question  him,     worry  marring  soft  features  as  she  pulls  the  door  behind  her,    stepping  out  into  the  landing,     of  course,     gloves  now  forgotten  on  the  table  inside  and  her  focus  solely  on  the  man  in  front  of  her.     had  it  not  been  for  owen,     she  sometimes  wonders  if  returning  was  a  good  idea,     but  she  wanted  something  for  her  children  that  they  wouldn’t  get  where  they  were,     the  ton  had  always  been  home,     she  had  friends  here,     her  family  was  still  here,     with  the  loss  of  her  husband,     she  had  never  really  felt  at  home  with  him  gone  and  but  she  often  forgets  how  overwhelming  things  can  be  here.     ❝     what  is  it  you  want  to  discuss   ?    are  you  alright   ?     has  something  happened  ?   ❞     she  babbles  quickly,     favouring  to  wrap  her  arm  around  his  without  a  thought  past  her  missing  him.

     he  did  not  know  how  to  explain  himself ,  his  reasons  coming  out  of  the  dark  and  causing  confusion  for  himself.  he  wanted  to  bite  the  bullet  and  tell her  how  he  feels , but  he  knows  it  is  not  that  simple ,  for  the  years  he  had  spent  loving  her ,  he  had  not  told  a  soul.  instead ,  he  merely  pretended  he  was  alright  with  her  love  for  another,  watching  her  bare  a  life  for  herself  when  he  was  left  wishing  he   was  in  her  husbands  place.  he   did  not  marry  or  move  on ,  he  did  not  have  children,  he  had  based  his  life  of  remaining  in  love  with  her  and  not  moving  on  with  his  life.   he  wishes  things  were  different  but  there  is  nothing  he  can  do  now  except  live  with  his  regret.

            eyes  move  to  meet  hers ,  she  is  as  beautiful  as  ever ,  he  wants  to  treat  her,  sweep  her  off  her  feet ,  but  it  is  frowned  upon.  he  wants  things  to  be  done  right  and  this  meant  holding  out  a  little  longer. ❝ lovely  to  see you  as  ever.  ❞  he  responded,  head  tilting   a  little  as  his  hand  signalled  the  way.  her  nervous  rambling  was  not  new  to  him ,  he  reaches  out  of  her  hand  and  gently  squeezes  it,  eyes  filled  with  reassurance.  ❝  nothing  bad  has  happened ,  i  just  wished  to  speak  with  you. ❞   he  remained  silent  for  a  moment.  ❝   i  have  never  been  forthcoming  about  my  feelings ,  but  i  would  be  lying  if  i  said  my  heart  does  not  skip  a  beat  around  you. ❞

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          he was afraid , he  needed  encouragement,  an  oust  of  confidence  to  allow  him  to  do  what  her  sought  to  do. she  was  the  one  that  got  away  ,  many  years  ago  ,  and  he  had  blamed  himself  ever  since. the  day  his  best  friend  had  asked  his  advice,  he  had  pushed  them  together,  when  truthfully,  he  wished  to  say  his  heart  remained  with  her  all  along. for  a  long  time,  he  had  sacrificed  his  own  happiness  for  others  ,  and  this  was  a  lead  to  his  own  self  betrayal  and  sabotage. he  had  never  found  love  since  then  ,  not  that  he  had  truly  been  looking  for  such  things. his  eye  had  remained  with  her,  and  he  had  distanced  himself  to  protect  his  heart. hearing  of  her  marriage,  of  her  bearing  children,  it  had  been  too ��much  to  bare,  and  thus  he  had  gone  quiet  on  her. he  knew  this  was  not  fair,  but  he  had  to  do  it  for  his  own  sanity. things  were  different  now  ,  her  return  had  only  spurred  more  doubts  in  his  mind. he  wanted  to  believe  they  had  a  fresh  start,  one  of  which  he  could  see  their  friendship  blossom. but  in  truth,  he  did  not  wish  for  friendship  ,  he  wishes  he  could  say  what  he  had  wanted  to  say  for  many  years,  but  it  were  not  that  simple.

          he  had  found  himself  outside  of  her  home,  silent  and  pacing,  deciding  on  his  next  move. he  wanted  to  invite  her  on  a  date,  court  her  ,  the  things  he  should  have  done  long  ago. however,  he  did  not  wish  to  taint  the  friendship  they  held  if  her  feelings  did  not  remain  with  him. ​minutes  of  deliberation,  and  owen  found  some  courage  ,  wiping  his  sweaty  palms  down  his  trousers  before  knocking  on  the  door. an  exhale  ,  gasp  of  sorts  ,  left  his  lips  as  he  prepared  for  her  to  appear  in  front  of  him. as  she  did,  he  exhaled,  this  time  in  awe  of  her. as  always,  she  remained  perfect  in  his  eyes,  as  a  work  of  art  appeared  ,  he  admired  her.

          ❝  will  you  please  join  me  on  a  walk?  i  have  something  i  wish  to  discuss  with  you. ❞

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flwrcrwns​:

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her fingers entwine with his seamlessly, as if she hadn’t of left those years ago and she leans into him with ease. ❝ somehow, i quite doubt that owen, surely there is something to recount, even if it were just you saw a bee. ❞ she jests softly.

her hand in his and he was speechless, for only a moment, but for longer than intended. She knew how to cause doubts in his mind, the past of which was stolen from him.  ❝ I ate, had a meeting , and then spent some time in the gardens ❞ He smirked, tilting his head.    ❝ Tell me of your day , for it will be far more exciting than mine ❞

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ofprimrose​:

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“now that good sir would ruin the surprise would it not?” she shot back, her grin widening even further if that were truly possible. dragging him towards the nearby lake she smiled as she stood at it’s edge and took in a deep breath. “when i was younger my father would often bring me here, we would skip rocks together when the days seemed stressful,” she explained as she bent down and collected herself a rock, “it is a great way to pass time and it is soothing for the soul.”

He followed her willingly, watching the way in which she moved so elegantly, with such grace that he had to bring himself back. His eyes followed her, an amused smirk on his lips as they stopped by a nearby lake. He found the story sweet, to know this was part of a fond memory for her. “And yet - -you wish to bring me here, I do feel honoured.” He smirked, picking up a flat stone, skimming it with his finger, before throwing it across the lake, watching it skim the water three times before falling to the bottom. “I do find nature empowering, it gives me a moment to collect my thoughts.”

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ofprimrose·:

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primrose let out the softest of giggles at his finishing words and shook her head. “if you think that i am letting you go now that i’ve got you then you are sorely mistaken, good sir,” she teased as she tugged on his arm to follow her, “we have much excitement to partake in, away we go!”

He followed her willingly, an amused grin on his lips as he did. “And where exactly are you taking me?” He spoke with an amused tone, truly intrigued to see where she was leading him.

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ofprimrose​:

“well then it has been decided,” she stated firmly as she glanced up towards him, her smile remaining on her lips, “the next time i am to take a day and escape the confinements of work i will be paying you a visit and be dragging you along with me.” and she meant what she said, her next free day he would be glued to her side.

“I will hold you to that.” He replied, an amused smirk on his lips. He welcomed the escape of normality, and to divulge in her company made it all the more tempting. “Why not right now?” He posed, with brows raised.

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flwrcrwns·:

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she was unafraid to take his hand in hers, no second thoughts simply an action from their childhood. ❝ terrible reasons, i’ve been gone and oh how i’ve missed you, owen ! ❞ she grinned. ❝ tell me, what is it you’ve been up to ? ❞

He did not startle at her embrace, it felt natural to them both. “I have missed you also -- and I agree, there is much to catch up on.” He smiled down at her. “I wish I had more to tell, sadly my life is uneventful.”

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ofprimrose·:

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being subtle had never been her strong suit, she had always held a flirtatious side to her and it was something that truly never went away. “why in fact i did do some indulging, i enjoyed myself a few tasty pastries and had some tea. it was quite divine if you ask me,” she shot back, her smile and eyes wide with happiness. “oh boo, business can be quite boring. we need to get you out and about more.”

“That sounds very nice , in fact , i am rather jealous.” He teased with an amused expression. He would love to get away from it all, away from eye view and to be able to gain some peace. “You are certainly right, my life has become rather repetitive. Though, I do like to think you bring some adventure.” He smiled with a smirk raising to his lips.

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flwrcrwns​:

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❝ and i you, i’ve been so caught up in things. ❞ she stated bashfully, moving back into her parents home in mayfair on her own had been a mission, worse now with two children. ❝ i had meant to find you earlier, and i apologise for that. there is nothing you can do, but instead visit with me, it’s been awfully too long since we’ve spoken, the other night aside. ❞

He noted her distance, but did not wish to pry or intrude. He knew she had a lot on, and her life was far more complicated than his own. “I expected as much , however , i feel you have your reasons.” He smiled, tilting his head. “I know, it has certainly been too long.”