#〞 ♡ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃 › LASLOW. ╰

[lindwyvrm]

[ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". (i'm sorry in advance) (please don't let this ruin your opinion of him ivy he's just a little Stupid) (diamant look away)

Hand over his heart, face alright with love infatuation, Laslow dares to make his boldest declaration yet.

"My lady, I've heard the message in the stars themselves. Your heart belongs to mine! May I take you out to dinner in celebration of this gods-blessed romance?"

Any other woman would’ve slapped him mid-sentence.

But Ivy lets him speak, waiting with bated breath for his next words, each syllable more flowery and fantastical than the last. He speaks like a teenager’s first love poem come to life. Her eyebrows rise higher and higher — eventually disappearing into her bangs — as Laslow proclaims his love for her on this nondescript afternoon. He is practically glowing; Ivy wonders if anyone had ever believed the things he proclaimed as earnestly as he did.

“...belongs to you?” Ivy repeats, tone middling between amusement and incredulity. The proclamation is so bold it nearly makes her laugh. “Is that so?”

She tilts her head, mimicking curiosity. “In Elusia, marriages forged from love are only between those who are lucky or stupid. Is dinner all you have to offer? The last suitor who asked for my heart offered me a mountain’s weight in gold.”

Ivy smiles, bringing a hand under her chin. “I expect dinner to impress.”

[lindwyvrm]

@laslow sent: He stares at the crinkled piece of paper in his hands one last time. He's long since memorized the inscription, the subtle command running around and around his thoughts for the last handful of days. The show must go on, nerves and all. Laslow re-folds the paper, tucks into into his pants pocket, then smooths down his shirt. Tousles his hair just so. Pastes on a smile. Satisfied, he exhales in preparation, then casually approaches Ivy. She cuts a striking figure, outlined in sunlight while the ocean glitters behind her. In another time, another life, perhaps he'd be worthy enough to earn her romantic affections. "Hel-lo, Ivy!" Laslow chirps in greeting, coming to a stop a few paces in front of her. One hand alights upon his hip while the other reaches for her own, bringing her knuckles up to his lips for a delicate kiss. "You're looking particularly radiant today. Even the sun can't outshine you!" He releases her hand, the action almost regretful, like he can't bear to be parted from her. "How are you enjoying our little island getaway so far? Quite the romantic place to be, no?"

As the day begins to come to its close and the sun dips below the horizon, rich wine reds and vivid cool purples bleeding into the day blue sky. Sunlight skips and dances along the rippling waves as they lap at the sandy shore; Ivy stands where the sea kisses the sand, soft breeze in her hair, drinking in the view. All things considered, the island is quite beautiful when she wasn’t trudging through sweltering humidity or falling off cliff faces. There is a small prick in her heart, a longing for company — another first. She wonders: what sort of swim suit Hortensia have picked out, what would she have liked to explore? Would the land have reminded Kagetsu of his home? What sorts of things would Zelkov have picked up here, how would he pass his time? And Diamant…

The sound of someone approaching snaps her from her daydreams, and she turns to face the ever cheerful Laslow. He greets her rather chivalrously with the ghost of a kiss pressed to her knuckles. 

“You are as flattering as ever, Laslow.” She says with a smile, dipping her head in a slight curtsey. 

Ivy hums. ‘Island getaway’ is hardly how she would describe their excursion, but she chooses to omit her worries; no use in spoiling the mood.

“The thrill of romance is always on your mind, I see — though I can see what you are getting at. This place has a fantastical charm to it, but perhaps it is because I have never seen such a place before.” 

She lets her hand drop, fingers still brushing his.

“I presume you are scouting out places to watch the sunset with your fair maiden of choice. Shall I get out of your hair, then?”

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