- Outfit~:
Angel Boy
Beaux
Caught up inside, both happy and lonely
Job: Valentine’s Event
Post Word Count: 687
Job Word Count: 687/4,000
Muse: 10/10
Music: Flicker
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Post Word Count: 687
Job Word Count: 687/4,000
Muse: 10/10
Music: Flicker
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Beaux stood nervously by the entrance of the Silver Moon Inn. Boot-clad feet tapped against the ground over and over. Agitated fingers rolled a flower’s stem back and forth between them. The Rune Knight pushed silver hair out of his face for the umpteenth time. Why was waiting such a torturous task? The minutes ticked by at a snail’s pace. However, that could have been because he arrived thirty minutes early.
Beaux had received an invitation in the mail the other day. It was from Lillian’s Sweets, inviting him to participate in a testing of their new line of wedding services. Since he had apparently helped the company in the past, he was one of their prime contacts for asking assistance. The overly enthusiastic letter had been written in an almost unreadable pink ink, but once Beaux had deciphered it he had readily accepted. He wasn’t quite sure when he had helped the company. The name sounded familiar but the angel couldn’t picture a time when he had been involved with them.
The moment he understood the request, Beaux knew at once who he wanted to invite to participate with him. Thoughts of Iris were always dancing in the corners of his mind and jumped to the forefront at once. Just picturing the violet-haired beauty made the angels’ heart race. Their recent reunion had sparked old feelings within Beaux. Feelings he had let rest came roaring back like a wildfire. He had changed in the time since he had first met Iris, so he felt more confident acting on what he felt.
Thus, he decided to reach out. As much as Beaux hated using his iLac - the thing was so damn confusing! - he figured it was the best way to contact Iris. To ask him in person would be quite nerve-wracking. Honestly, the Knight wouldn’t even know where to find him without asking. Texting was just easier. He had sent a picture of the invitation letter with the words ‘Would you like to accompany me to this?’ Beaux certainly was on the lesser end of tech-savviness, so his words remained as proper as if he were writing a letter.
In the days leading up to the wedding event, Beaux’s anxieties started to get the best of him. Everything was doubted, questioned, and reexamined. Was the outfit he had picked too revealing? Was it too conservative? He knew Iris might prefer him without clothing, honestly. Beaux worried he had been too forward with the invitation. What if Iris didn’t feel as strongly as he had back then? Oh gods, what if he hated the idea of marriage?!
Beaux had done his best to quell the worries, but they still stirred in his subconscious. He had arrived awfully early on the day of, but he was just too riled with anticipation to wait at home any longer. The angel was a ball of excitement and nerves. Thrilled to be seeing Iris again, but worried he would mess it up somehow.
The silver-haired man could feel the sun starting to gently warm his body, especially his chest, where a decent patch of skin was exposed by the two buttons undone at the top of his black shirt. He wore tight blue jeans to accompany it, followed by boots with a slightly pointed toe. Beaux had obsessively styled his hair that morning too, but over time it had returned to its usual endearing flop over part of his face.
Beaux lifted the flower in his hands to observe the petals. It was a rose, rich lavender in color. The beautiful purple petals seemed to be formed by divine hand, curling majestically from the center. There was not a fault to be found on this plant. The angel had decided last minute to get it for Iris. He hoped the gift would be received well. Beaux raised the rose to his nose. Baby blue eyes closed as he took in the scent of the flower. It was sweet and comforted his nerves. He remained there for a while - eyes closed, relaxing, waiting for his long lost lover to arrive.
Beaux had received an invitation in the mail the other day. It was from Lillian’s Sweets, inviting him to participate in a testing of their new line of wedding services. Since he had apparently helped the company in the past, he was one of their prime contacts for asking assistance. The overly enthusiastic letter had been written in an almost unreadable pink ink, but once Beaux had deciphered it he had readily accepted. He wasn’t quite sure when he had helped the company. The name sounded familiar but the angel couldn’t picture a time when he had been involved with them.
The moment he understood the request, Beaux knew at once who he wanted to invite to participate with him. Thoughts of Iris were always dancing in the corners of his mind and jumped to the forefront at once. Just picturing the violet-haired beauty made the angels’ heart race. Their recent reunion had sparked old feelings within Beaux. Feelings he had let rest came roaring back like a wildfire. He had changed in the time since he had first met Iris, so he felt more confident acting on what he felt.
Thus, he decided to reach out. As much as Beaux hated using his iLac - the thing was so damn confusing! - he figured it was the best way to contact Iris. To ask him in person would be quite nerve-wracking. Honestly, the Knight wouldn’t even know where to find him without asking. Texting was just easier. He had sent a picture of the invitation letter with the words ‘Would you like to accompany me to this?’ Beaux certainly was on the lesser end of tech-savviness, so his words remained as proper as if he were writing a letter.
In the days leading up to the wedding event, Beaux’s anxieties started to get the best of him. Everything was doubted, questioned, and reexamined. Was the outfit he had picked too revealing? Was it too conservative? He knew Iris might prefer him without clothing, honestly. Beaux worried he had been too forward with the invitation. What if Iris didn’t feel as strongly as he had back then? Oh gods, what if he hated the idea of marriage?!
Beaux had done his best to quell the worries, but they still stirred in his subconscious. He had arrived awfully early on the day of, but he was just too riled with anticipation to wait at home any longer. The angel was a ball of excitement and nerves. Thrilled to be seeing Iris again, but worried he would mess it up somehow.
The silver-haired man could feel the sun starting to gently warm his body, especially his chest, where a decent patch of skin was exposed by the two buttons undone at the top of his black shirt. He wore tight blue jeans to accompany it, followed by boots with a slightly pointed toe. Beaux had obsessively styled his hair that morning too, but over time it had returned to its usual endearing flop over part of his face.
Beaux lifted the flower in his hands to observe the petals. It was a rose, rich lavender in color. The beautiful purple petals seemed to be formed by divine hand, curling majestically from the center. There was not a fault to be found on this plant. The angel had decided last minute to get it for Iris. He hoped the gift would be received well. Beaux raised the rose to his nose. Baby blue eyes closed as he took in the scent of the flower. It was sweet and comforted his nerves. He remained there for a while - eyes closed, relaxing, waiting for his long lost lover to arrive.
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