Post by Lachlan Fraiser on Oct 31, 2017 1:05:46 GMT
Down the ever-weaving streets enclosed in the Aimon Settlement walked people aplenty, including the flirtatious, romance pursuing Lachlan Fraiser. Akin to a majority of settlers, the blond haired boy wore clothing meant for warmth. With winter quickly biting the heels of autumn, the weather began to plummet lower each day with the exception of the odd semi-warm ones. On this particular day the main cold creating culprit was the strong winds that nipped at any exposed skin despite the sun being at its climax. Although, one could be thankful that the day lacked a chill that made breaths into miniature clouds as they escaped one's mouth. Either way, the weather required Lachlan to wear his favourable high-collared, black long coat. It was originally his father's, a gift given due to chilly days a few years prior to the current situation. The rest of his attire merely consisted of blue jeans, a grey scarf and a pair of black mittens; he was always weak when it came to cold weather. As usual he wore the black headband that assisted in keeping blond strands of hair away from his face. Well he slowly walked down the many sidewalks, a smile worn upon his lips, Lachlan's walnut coloured eyes searched for the commonly sought for people, boys. After a few days spent lounging around his room due to a mishap involving gravel and tripping over his own feet he avoided much movement and opted to enjoy days spent reading romance novels. The scrapes he received only showed slightly in his walk, his movements containing less of their usual swiftness and his steps more cautious. Falling again would be painful, thus he would definitely have to give his best attempt at avoiding a terrible fate at the hands of his clumsiness. Alas, the task would be difficult considering this was Lachlan, the klutzy flirt who could effortlessly trip over his own two feet; this included when he would watch every step he took. With his attention half on his feet, it eventually happened that Lachlan felt get caught up on the other, arms pinwheeled, balanced quickly faded and there was certainty that his body would meet the concrete sidewalk below. However, Lady Luck seemed in his favour when suddenly somebody reached out and steadied him. The blond glanced at the person who assisted him, finding the face of a rather cute boy. The boy was a ravennette, eyes of a crystal blue with a tiny, thin scar below the right eye. As of clothing they leaned towards the rugged side, sporting holes and stains aplenty. The style had a somewhat rebellious look to Lachlan, which was definitely something he could live with! Who had not read some romance story about a tough, rebellious street boy who ended up with a pretty goody-two-shoed girl?! The blond could imagine it now, the scenes he momentarily entertained himself with as he looked at the boy, who questioned his well-being. How cute, he was already worrying over him! With that, Lachlan straightened himself out, and with a lip tight grin leaned a little closer to the boy. "I'm perfectly fine now that you're here," Lachlan began; ignoring the shocked face the boy wore. "You saved me from quite the fall, so I guess the hero deserves a kiss." A tiny bit of force pushed Lachlan away immediately afterwards which caused his face to turn to confusion; he had been certain that line would be adequate to at least warrant him allowance to kiss the ravenette on the cheek! However, the infamous declaration of not being interested in guys came into play; it even delved into minor detail on how the ravenette had a girlfriend who he was conveniently meeting around the area. As though noticing her queue, the beautiful red headed woman arrived and the two left with smiled etched on their faced, meanwhile, Lachlan was left with a frown. Shortly, the blond boy turned away, a slight feeling of jealousy rising while he gently kicked a small stone on the sidewalk. He listened to it bump down the concrete as he slowly began to walk after the pebble. Moments similar to these made him miss Ferryl, at least that adorable wolf-like boy was certainly homosexual and even flirted back. Alas, Lachlan had not caught tail of him since their initial meeting, a misfortune that made the corners of his lips tug down in a heavier frown. Not much time was spent on his sorrowful pondering, there were many bachelors that were available for dating; and giving was simply not on the agenda! Soon a tiny smile replaced the frown as confidence was regained in a matter of moments. Lachlan could not give up for what he craved; a happy ending spent with somebody he could love and cherish for centuries. Thus, once again his walnut eyes began searching for a new flirt victim. | LOVELY LITTLE WORDS, FOR THE QUEST OF ROMANCE. 816 words N/a |
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