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wilder-z

“If you don’t wanna tell me, then that’s fine,” he shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. He drapes his arm across the back of the bench when she doesn’t sit down next to him.

He doesn’t pry, even though he’s incredibly curious. He doesn’t even tease, since he knows something’s bothering her. Instead, he fixates his attention on the flower in Cheria’s hand.

“Whatcha got there?”

“Hm? Oh, this?” She holds up the flower, before offering it to him to see. The stem a little...crushed. “It’s a carnation.“ She says, fingering the tightly layered petals. She feels bad for damaging the stem, but the flower itself is quite beautiful. Sophie really has gotten quite the green thumb.

“Sophie grew it.” She says, her smile proud. “You’ve seen her garden. Sometimes, we take flowers from it and press them into her flower journal. I’m sure she’d love to show it to you.” She suddenly remembers Sophie should be back any minute. For some reason, she feels embarrassed - her cheeks reddening slightly. Why should she be embarrassed? She was just talking to Zelos. It’s not like they were having any sort of private moment standing in front of Lhant manor.

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He can’t help but grin at her reaction, and grabs her hand, kissing the back of it gently.

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughs, letting her hand go. He goes around to the other side of the bench and sits down, patting the spot next to him for her to sit back down. “Seriously, though, why the long face?”

She blushes as he kisses her hand, but her own immediately go to her hips once he sits down, brazenly patting the spot next to him like she would actually sit? Well, she might, but not before fixing him with a stern scowl.

“There is nothing long about my face.” She huffs, before tenderly examining the flower Sophie gave her that she squeezed a little too tightly. Good thing they were going to press it anyway. 

How to this man always end up poking around when she was in the worst of moods? The last thing she needed was her buttons pressed...

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wilder-z

He heads immediately to Lhant Manor upon arriving to the little hamlet, eager to see Cheria and Sophie again. It’s been too long since his last visit, but he’s been very busy the last few weeks, and he knows that Cheria probably has been as well, what with her engagement and all.

He sneaks up behind her to surprise her, since she seems to be distracted at the moment, but the smile on his face fades instantly as soon as he leans over her shoulder.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

It wasn’t how he wanted to announce his presence, but the look on Cheria’s face has him concerned.

“WA-AAH! Zelos?!” She nearly falls off the bench, scrambling up in surprise. Her free hand pressed to her heart - as it almost stopped dead in her chest. She clutches the life out of the flower in the other, having been prepared to use it as a weapon. “Wha--what are you--?!”

“Do NOT sneak up on people like that! You will give someone a heart attack.”

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townstoast

She nods, pondering what Cheria said. How do you make up for lost time? Was it hard to do? “I’ll be right back, Cheria. The book is in my room.” She turns and heads into the manor, going fast so she can hurry back to Cheria.

She sighs, leaning back into the bench. Her sewing project rests in her lap and she holds Sophie’s flower at her side. She uses her free hand to shield her eyes as she stares up at the sky, trying to find shapes in the clouds. But it’s hard to make sense of shapeless masses in the sky when you can’t even make sense of things happening in your own life.

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townstoast

She tilts her head, watching Cheria’s reaction. “I wanted to see Richard, but Asbel said he needed a break, so I understand.” “Did you want to see Richard too?” She asks, coming over and taking Cheria’s hand.

She looks away for a moment. It’s not Richard’s fault. It’s not Richard’s fault. Not Richard’s fault that he has no faults. Even after he almost destroyed the world - all is forgiven when he opens his mouth and smiles. It’s not his fault he’s so good, so charming, so handsome, and always on Asbel’s mind.

“I’m sure we’ll all get to see Richard soon. Asbel probably just wanted some alone time with him. They are still trying to make up for lost time, after all.” Cheria sometimes wondered just how long it would take to make up for their lost time before Asbel could start focusing on her’s.

“Why don’t you go get our flower journal for me so we can press this before it starts to wilt?”

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“Yes.” She smiles at the idea. She loved how pressed flowers smelled and how long they lasted out of the ground. She stands, dusting her knees off. “… Are you upset over Asbel?”

“It’s...” she sighs, lowering her hands to her lap. “It’s...nothing really Sophie. Just...maybe a little. Are you?” She doubted she would be. It was out of Sophie’s character to get upset about such things. She might’ve been lonely without Asbel, or she might be sad that she didn’t get to see Richard. But she wouldn’t blame Asbel, or be upset by him leaving them behind.

She would. Cheria did. But she wouldn’t say that to him or to Sophie. It wouldn’t really be fair...

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She turns around, offering Cheria a flower, having been searching for the best flower in the whole field. She wasn’t sure why Cheria was upset, but she wanted her to smile again. She missed her smile. “Will this make you happy Cheria?”

“What?” She looks up from her sewing, blinking in surprise at Sophie’s question. Then, her eyes soften and she offers her a small, guilty, smile. Of course Sophie would know there was something wrong - she always knew.

Rather than try to deny it, she reaches out and accepts the flower - her smile loving and genuine as she responds to her. “Of course Sophie. I love your flowers, they’re always so beautiful. Shall we press this one as well?“

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Cheria sits on a bench in front of Lhant manor, working on her latest sewing project, watching Sophie as she works in her garden. Normally, she’d be humming to herself and enjoying the sunlight - but today, she’s in a dark mood and her sewing serves as more of a way to calm down, than something she is actually enjoying.

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"Well, Your Highness, Asbel didn't tell me you'd be here when I got back...so it's nothing fancy. I was going to make some chicken salad."

"U-unless there's something else you'd want! I could try to whip up something a little more for you. I'm sure between my grandfather and I we could make something a little more fitting for royalty..."

He sighs - he could never do anything right, could he? “Uh, Richard, want me to get those?” It was so hard to remember he was King when they were having these… moments. He was just Richard, but he had to get out of that though process.

"Cheria will berate me for the rest of the week if you don’t let me carry those, Your Majesty." Besides, she was right. Kings shouldn’t carry groceries.

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"Y-your Highness, please - you don't have to carry those!" She says and is promptly ignores. She has no problem handing off her remaining luggage to Asbel though. "Honestly Asbel, you're hopeless. Making your friend - the King - carry your fiance's groceries..." She grumbles, before walking through the door - heading towards the manor's kitchen.

"I was not." He smirks at Richard, before he catches himself. He glances at Cheria, trying to gauge her reaction. She never got their humor, and for some reason, he really didn’t think now was the time to push her.

"Uh, let me carry those too Cheria." He offers to take her bags, not quite as suave as Richard.

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"Alvin is very nice Sophie. But his sense of humor isn't always appropriate. Ludger, tell her."

"I like Alvin, Cheria. He’s very nice to me, and I want to play the game. It makes everyone I talk to happy. Right Ludger?"

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"No please, don't mind me. If you two are busy I'll just carry these myself." She is honestly past believing her eyes at this point, and she hoped how done she was reverberated clearly enough in her voice as she moved to exit the room.

"You two have fun with your game. I'll just be over here. Being the only adult person I know."

He jerks his head back from Richard’s hand, turning his head sharply to look at Cheria. “Uh, we were just exchanging bad pick-up lines! It’s a game!” His voice shouldn’t be so loud and he shouldn’t sound so… defensive. He couldn’t help it though. He felt like he had just been caught by his mother when he was sneaking cookies from the jar.

"Uh, what do you need Cheria?" He had to be getting sick or something.

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"I didn't mean that! Alvin isn't a bad guy."

"I'm just...not sure he's the type of person an impressionable young lady should be taking advice from. Hence the pick up lines."

"Alvin’s not that bad.”

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"Of course it is...Sophie - you probably shouldn't borrow things from Alvin. Or do anything he tells you, for that matter. He's not the best role model."

"Where on earth did you hear these from?"

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"Oh Asbel, good you're here." She says, opening and closing the door with her foot since her hands are full. "Can you help me carry these? They're a little h-"

"U-uhm," She fumbles with the bags in her arms - nearly dropping them. "What is going on here?"

"If you could see yourself through my eyes you’d see that, every time I look at you, I get to see the most beautiful thing in the world…"

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She shakes her head...but she can't help the small smile on her lips as a result of his own. "Not as charming as you like to think." But charming enough. When you're not being crude.

"Now come on. Help me roll up these bandages - we're heading out in an hour."

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"But I’m charming, right?" He grins at her, not even protesting when she takes her hand back. There was the blush he liked to see so much. It was just too damn cute. Asbel was a lucky SOB, and he didn’t even realize it. 

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Horrible Truths ||Starter Sentences||

"I wish I could lie, but I can't, and I honestly think that..."

"The truth is..."

"Okay, fine, you want the truth?"

"The truth is going to hurt... a lot."

"I'll tell you the truth."

"Now, how about we hear MY side of the story since yours is so obviously a lie?"

"The truth isn't just going to hurt, it's going to burn."

"Please tell me the truth.. please? Even if it hurts..."

"Don't! Don't lie to me anymore! I want the truth!"

"You need to hear the truth from me, nobody else."

"I want the entire truth, no lies, no leaving anything out. Got it? Good."

"Just, please... don't lie this time.."

"They say the truth will set you free. Let's apply that to this situation, shall we?"