She mounted Amber with a practiced ease. She glanced over at Dorian, smiling to herself. He seemed so relaxed, so in his element. He'd make a good character in a story. (Wink wink nudge nudge)
May I Have This Dance?//One-on-one//
(Lol)
Dorian didn't even noticed her looking at him until he looked up and blushed slightly. He cleared his throat, hoping she didn't notice, "Let's get going."
She giggled softly. "You're cute when you blush." She pulled her horse into a gallop and started back the way they came before she could see his reaction.
"Wha…" Dorian pouted slightly before he set off after her.
She wasn't one to flirt, even if it was just a harmless compliment so she always just said what she was going to and then took off so she wouldn't have to have her heart broken if she was rejected.
Dorian caught up to her quickly, "And you're cute all the time, my lady." He said, sending her a wink before urging the horse faster.
She blushed but took it as a challenge. She reached his speeds quickly. "Now that's just not true."
"Oh but it is," Dorian replied, grinning, "And it's sad you don't see how true it is."
"Is it sad? Or is it just honest?" She shrugged.
"Sad. You're beautiful, Fiona," He said seriously.
"If only I believed you." She shrugged. She was boring, uninteresting, forgettable. It'd only take time before ugly was added to the list of people's whispered insults.
"Then I'm going to spend the rest of my life convincing you."
"Good luck. You'll seriously need it."
"I don't need luck, because I know I'll succeed eventually."
"You sound pretty confident. Such a shame that confident is being put to waste."
"No it's not. I'm choosing to put my time and effort into you. I'm choosing to spend time to you. I'm choosing you, and being confident in you."
"Why?" The question is seemed to ring through the air. "Why me?" She was genuinely curious and wanted to see his answer.
"You're interesting, different, unique. You're beautiful, yes, extremely so, but your personality is… I don't even know how to describe it. It's you and I like you."
"Interesting to know that someone does considering I don't." She brushed her hair out of her face. "I'm no one."
"You're not no one," Dorian's gaze hardened a little, "Especially not to me."
(It's 3:45 in the morning, I'm sick, tired, and want to go back to sleep but I can't.)
"Prove it." Her words rang strong and stubborn, which was more like her than what she said.
(Aww, you should at least try)
Dorian smirked, "The more you talk, the more you do."
(Meh, I'm already awake.)
"But that doesn't-! That's not how-! You know what, I'm just gonna stop talking then." She clamped her mouth shut, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
He giggled softly, "No, please don't, I like your voice."
She shook her head, her smile growing slightly. God was it fun to tease him.
He gasped softly and then pouted, "Please, beautiful? Just for me?"
She blushed pink but shook her head again. To say she was stubborn was an understatement.
The pout deepened, partly for show and partly because he did want her to speak, "Pleeeeeease?"
She shook her head again. There was a reason people called her annoying and it was because she was so stubborn.
Dorian huffed unhappily, "No fair lady, no fair."