Tessa only spun on her heel in the slightest bit, to take a slight glance at the seemingly exhausted male chasing playfully after her. She laughed, wiggling her fingers in mid air. "My, My, Sir Cyril. You're going to need to pick up the pace if you are going to catch up to little old me~" She purred, purposefully making it so her tone of voice had an air of teasing, to pose a challenge for the silver haired male if he truly wanted to catch up with the energized young woman. This was actually quite enjoyable. Tessa couldn't remember the last time she was able to have fun like this with someone. Frankly, she hoped she and the male would come in contact with one another a bit more. Cyril provided a wonderful conversation that could easily transition to anything else in a moment’s notice, he was exceedingly handsome, what more could she- Oh, right! That display minutes prior. She was true to her words, but she would keep the reason as to WHY she said them a secret for now.
Cyril, on the other hand, truly was growing exhausted from all of this running! When dressed, fabulously, head to the toe the way he was, and then ‘performing’ the way he had, it manages to take the energy out of one like one would never believe! He ran a bit more, extending his arms just enough to gently snag a frilled part of Tessa’s dress. He panted, soon a grin coming onto his thin lips, ”I… Finally caught up to you.” With a swift movement, the male managed to now hold the troublemaking female in his arms, said arms being folded neatly and gingerly around Tessa’s neck. She only looked back, a coloring coming to her cheeks and leaving as fast as it had appeared. He actually caught up to her! How in the world did that happen?!
She sighed before laughing.”Looks like I’m going to really have to pay attention the next time we play tag.” She spoke, tone expressing a feeling of defeat, but like the owner, it was playful. Cyril only laughed, loosening the ‘grip’ on one of his arms to slide the glasses he was sporting up and firmly onto his pale nose, sharp gray eyes focused on Tessa before he spoke. ”Now, Miss Lockwell.. I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to ask you about your comments as to what-“
She cut him off! Again! Cyril sighed a bit. The male wasn’t aggravated, he held too much love within his being toward this girl to be aggravated, but he truly wished to at least get one sentence in. He needed to know! Not knowing was making him tear his hair out! ...Not in the literal sense. Cyril took pride in his long, luscious locks more than anything else on his body. But.. It’s also safe to assume he takes pride in his body overall.
”At tut Tut. What’s done is done. I’d like to bask in the moonlight and talk to an interesting stranger, if you don’t mind.” For a moment, this saddened Cyril. He thought she meant that she wanted him to leave so she could find an interesting stranger. And this reflected on his face quickly, as he let go. Tessa blinked, soon laughing. Gently, her small hands squeezed either of his cheeks in the same direction, ”You really thought I was talking about someone else? Wow.. Someone’s a little-“ Tessa stopped herself when she saw his cheeks heat up to a close to impossible red. She only smiled and patted his head, teasingly ruffling his hair, “I meant you, Cyril.” The embarrassed smile turned, immediately, into a victorious smirk. He ruffled Tessa’s hair in return and sprang forward in a sprint, “I believe the teacher has now became the student!” he laughed happily, only reflecting on it for a brief moment. I kind of like this.. Laughing gaily, without a care in the world. I feel as if I could fly.. Albeit the fact that I actually can float, that is..
A good sixteen minutes later, the game had continued on until the two reached a nicely built home, not too large but also not too small. This was Tessa’s home. Her little abode, where all of her secrets and ‘treasures’ of wonder lay dormant until the young woman would walk through the threshold. Tessa smiled as she was now on the step closest to the door. She spun on the heel of her boot and looked to a smiling, slightly dirtied because of their literal ‘mud slinging fling’, Cyril. The two stood there in silence for a moment or so, letting the moonlight flow over them and bathe them in a soft, glowing white light.
Soon, Cyril decided to speak up. “I…Er, I do hope to see you around my shop again. I had quite a lot of fun tonight.” He bowed, respectfully, at the waist and soon felt a gentle tug of the hair. A single silvery strand lay in Tessa’s small hand, the silky strands soon slipping through her fingers, “I would actually like that very much. I think you might encounter a small ‘surprise’ tomorrow. Who knows.” She shrugged, as if nonchalant about it all before Cyril picked her hand up. In a swift movement he gently pecked at the smooth skin, cherishing the feeling as if this would be the very last time. He soon smiled wider than before, “I will see you around, then , Miss Lockwell.”
So polite! Tessa was close to squealing at this. But she kept her cool and nodded only a little bit, ”And I you, Mister Morose.” With that, the two parted, now to take their separate ways. Or.. Cyril hid for a few moments until he was sure Tessa hadn’t caught sight of him sticking around a bit longer. Dear Tessa… You have no idea how happy today has made me. I may be risking quite a few things, but I would throw it all away to see a smile grace your lips once again. Now that I know where you live, you have my whole-hearted promise that nothing will ever come to harm you.
He looked through a window, now invisible to the human eye, as Tessa came out, hair down but in chunky ringlets against her back, now dressed for a night’s slumber. Her eyes traced over to the window Cyril was looking out of, and for a moment he felt his invisible body grow stiff. Had she caught a feeling that something unusual was watching her? That couldn’t be possible, could it?!
In reality, Tessa was only looking out the window and at the moon, smiling happily. ”I only hope every day can be like this one. Filled with work, and with said work fun and sweets. Even within those words, as childish as they may have seemed, came a deeper meaning, she truly wished for that to be a reality. With that, the young woman lay her head down to rest and closed her eyes, feeling as if she was the one that had become invisible to the world around her. Cyril stayed there for a few minutes, placing a hand gently against the window. As much as he wanted to go in the house and lay beside her, he refrained from doing so and turned, now making his way to his own abode. Coincidentally, it was only about six minutes away. At least he could surprise her, which he had full intentions of doing.
The next morning came as a surprise, almost. Cyril woke up in a cold sweat after realizing that his internal clock was a bit late.. . By about two minutes. As silly as it seemed, the young man was very anal about his sleeping and rising schedules, it had taken him years to train his body to sleep and wake at the same time when desired. He scrambled around his home, hair a mess and tied sloppily in a long, flowy ponytail. His glasses were at the very tip of his nose, he was half dressed, the half being his pants, one shoe and one glove, and continued to flail around until he was close to ready. He slung his overcoat on in success. . . Before he noticed he was wearing no undershirt. As nice as his muscles were, he found it to be indecent to expose that to the whole world. He also greatly preferred the flamboyant clothes of this century over going commando any day.
In comparison to the other household, Tessa had just woken up and threw herself into the shower, close to the literal sense. She let the warm water of her bath do its job and wake her up. Once that was done, she was filled with energy! Where had it come from? Well.. That was a question Tessa just didn’t bother answering. She decided to get dressed in a new outfit, this one being a dress of the same size as the day before, but her sleeves were puffed at the end and elongated, without the help of an overcoat. Corset top as always, and a ribbon pressed snugly against her stomach. Tessa took her fingers and ran them over the ‘tutu-like’ bottom. How she loved clothes like these. And next came the elongated boots.
Many found these to be ‘indecent’ for a woman, but Tessa liked them. They were comfortable and easy to maneuver in, so what did it matter? She twirled in place for a mere moment before fiddling with her hair until it was in place, large ringlets and all. Finally, came the Pièce de résistance. Tessa pressed on her head yet another small hat, attached to it being a hair band. One of her signature items. She never left her home without wearing one. Just as she was heading in her kitchen, there was a knock at her door. Tessa blinked. Well, this was unusual. Who could it be so early in the morning?
Cyril, on the other hand, truly was growing exhausted from all of this running! When dressed, fabulously, head to the toe the way he was, and then ‘performing’ the way he had, it manages to take the energy out of one like one would never believe! He ran a bit more, extending his arms just enough to gently snag a frilled part of Tessa’s dress. He panted, soon a grin coming onto his thin lips, ”I… Finally caught up to you.” With a swift movement, the male managed to now hold the troublemaking female in his arms, said arms being folded neatly and gingerly around Tessa’s neck. She only looked back, a coloring coming to her cheeks and leaving as fast as it had appeared. He actually caught up to her! How in the world did that happen?!
She sighed before laughing.”Looks like I’m going to really have to pay attention the next time we play tag.” She spoke, tone expressing a feeling of defeat, but like the owner, it was playful. Cyril only laughed, loosening the ‘grip’ on one of his arms to slide the glasses he was sporting up and firmly onto his pale nose, sharp gray eyes focused on Tessa before he spoke. ”Now, Miss Lockwell.. I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to ask you about your comments as to what-“
She cut him off! Again! Cyril sighed a bit. The male wasn’t aggravated, he held too much love within his being toward this girl to be aggravated, but he truly wished to at least get one sentence in. He needed to know! Not knowing was making him tear his hair out! ...Not in the literal sense. Cyril took pride in his long, luscious locks more than anything else on his body. But.. It’s also safe to assume he takes pride in his body overall.
”At tut Tut. What’s done is done. I’d like to bask in the moonlight and talk to an interesting stranger, if you don’t mind.” For a moment, this saddened Cyril. He thought she meant that she wanted him to leave so she could find an interesting stranger. And this reflected on his face quickly, as he let go. Tessa blinked, soon laughing. Gently, her small hands squeezed either of his cheeks in the same direction, ”You really thought I was talking about someone else? Wow.. Someone’s a little-“ Tessa stopped herself when she saw his cheeks heat up to a close to impossible red. She only smiled and patted his head, teasingly ruffling his hair, “I meant you, Cyril.” The embarrassed smile turned, immediately, into a victorious smirk. He ruffled Tessa’s hair in return and sprang forward in a sprint, “I believe the teacher has now became the student!” he laughed happily, only reflecting on it for a brief moment. I kind of like this.. Laughing gaily, without a care in the world. I feel as if I could fly.. Albeit the fact that I actually can float, that is..
A good sixteen minutes later, the game had continued on until the two reached a nicely built home, not too large but also not too small. This was Tessa’s home. Her little abode, where all of her secrets and ‘treasures’ of wonder lay dormant until the young woman would walk through the threshold. Tessa smiled as she was now on the step closest to the door. She spun on the heel of her boot and looked to a smiling, slightly dirtied because of their literal ‘mud slinging fling’, Cyril. The two stood there in silence for a moment or so, letting the moonlight flow over them and bathe them in a soft, glowing white light.
Soon, Cyril decided to speak up. “I…Er, I do hope to see you around my shop again. I had quite a lot of fun tonight.” He bowed, respectfully, at the waist and soon felt a gentle tug of the hair. A single silvery strand lay in Tessa’s small hand, the silky strands soon slipping through her fingers, “I would actually like that very much. I think you might encounter a small ‘surprise’ tomorrow. Who knows.” She shrugged, as if nonchalant about it all before Cyril picked her hand up. In a swift movement he gently pecked at the smooth skin, cherishing the feeling as if this would be the very last time. He soon smiled wider than before, “I will see you around, then , Miss Lockwell.”
So polite! Tessa was close to squealing at this. But she kept her cool and nodded only a little bit, ”And I you, Mister Morose.” With that, the two parted, now to take their separate ways. Or.. Cyril hid for a few moments until he was sure Tessa hadn’t caught sight of him sticking around a bit longer. Dear Tessa… You have no idea how happy today has made me. I may be risking quite a few things, but I would throw it all away to see a smile grace your lips once again. Now that I know where you live, you have my whole-hearted promise that nothing will ever come to harm you.
He looked through a window, now invisible to the human eye, as Tessa came out, hair down but in chunky ringlets against her back, now dressed for a night’s slumber. Her eyes traced over to the window Cyril was looking out of, and for a moment he felt his invisible body grow stiff. Had she caught a feeling that something unusual was watching her? That couldn’t be possible, could it?!
In reality, Tessa was only looking out the window and at the moon, smiling happily. ”I only hope every day can be like this one. Filled with work, and with said work fun and sweets. Even within those words, as childish as they may have seemed, came a deeper meaning, she truly wished for that to be a reality. With that, the young woman lay her head down to rest and closed her eyes, feeling as if she was the one that had become invisible to the world around her. Cyril stayed there for a few minutes, placing a hand gently against the window. As much as he wanted to go in the house and lay beside her, he refrained from doing so and turned, now making his way to his own abode. Coincidentally, it was only about six minutes away. At least he could surprise her, which he had full intentions of doing.
The next morning came as a surprise, almost. Cyril woke up in a cold sweat after realizing that his internal clock was a bit late.. . By about two minutes. As silly as it seemed, the young man was very anal about his sleeping and rising schedules, it had taken him years to train his body to sleep and wake at the same time when desired. He scrambled around his home, hair a mess and tied sloppily in a long, flowy ponytail. His glasses were at the very tip of his nose, he was half dressed, the half being his pants, one shoe and one glove, and continued to flail around until he was close to ready. He slung his overcoat on in success. . . Before he noticed he was wearing no undershirt. As nice as his muscles were, he found it to be indecent to expose that to the whole world. He also greatly preferred the flamboyant clothes of this century over going commando any day.
In comparison to the other household, Tessa had just woken up and threw herself into the shower, close to the literal sense. She let the warm water of her bath do its job and wake her up. Once that was done, she was filled with energy! Where had it come from? Well.. That was a question Tessa just didn’t bother answering. She decided to get dressed in a new outfit, this one being a dress of the same size as the day before, but her sleeves were puffed at the end and elongated, without the help of an overcoat. Corset top as always, and a ribbon pressed snugly against her stomach. Tessa took her fingers and ran them over the ‘tutu-like’ bottom. How she loved clothes like these. And next came the elongated boots.
Many found these to be ‘indecent’ for a woman, but Tessa liked them. They were comfortable and easy to maneuver in, so what did it matter? She twirled in place for a mere moment before fiddling with her hair until it was in place, large ringlets and all. Finally, came the Pièce de résistance. Tessa pressed on her head yet another small hat, attached to it being a hair band. One of her signature items. She never left her home without wearing one. Just as she was heading in her kitchen, there was a knock at her door. Tessa blinked. Well, this was unusual. Who could it be so early in the morning?