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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 16, 2012 1:11:53 GMT -5
She was nervous to say the least, but the butterflies in her stomach outweighed the thumps in her chest when she thought about their upcoming date. They had agreed on one in the afternoon, and she was up a bit too early. It was around eleven when she rolled out of bed, literally, and onto the hardwood beneath her. Once she had brushed her teeth and washed her hair, she put on a robe and went to feed Mouse. By the time she checked the time, it was almost noon and her pulse rose about three hundred beats per second- well, it felt as such.Dragging herself over to the worst part, Darcy pulled open the closet doors, instantly pulling her yellow jacket-top out, and a black lace undershirt. She would take off the jacket when she painted, and replace it with her home-made apron that she had worked on with her mom some before she died. After her mother passed, she put it up until five or six years later when she was 15 and wanted to finish it. Darcy put her efforts into making it like her Mom would have wanted. It looked like a dress, but it tied around the neck and the waist and had a floral design. Scanning her shorts, she pulled a red pair out with silver buttons running down the front and she nodded to herself in approval. "Why not be comfortable and colorful?" She asked to nobody in particular, pulled her clothes on, and grabbed the apron from her closet carefully, taking in the scent. It was barely ever used- rarely for cooking, even. She took a pair of her suede booties from the shoe rack on the side of her door and slipped them on too, racing to her bedside to paint her nails quickly. Once she finished that and her makeup, it was thirty past twelve, and she was ready. Not caring about fixing her hair up, she pulled it up with a bright red bow and tied it tight above her head, the length still tickling at her neck. With everything set, Darcy grabbed her wallet, stuffed it in her short pockets, grabbed a house key, and was off. Before she slipped out to head to the park, she turned the lights out and checked the lock. Apparently, last date, she had forgotten to lock the door and Bay was raging when she got home from Mathius' the next day. Thinking back to their second date, she blushed heavily, getting a few odd looks from strangers as she passed through Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron, and into London's streets. They were meeting at Regent's park today, luckily, and it wasn't crowded. They got two people to cover for them so that they could both have the day and night off. It was a Thursday, and hopefully it would be the most memorable Thursday of her life. Carefully slipping through the entrance gates, her eyes searched the park's trimmed lawns for somewhere to settle down on. Perfect- Queen Mary's Gardens. There was a bridge decorated with weaved sets of pink blossoming flowers that overlooked a flowing creek, a nice side of willow trees and towering canopies that shielded bodies on hot days. There was a small clearing right between the bridge and trees that gave a wonderful view for painters and photographers. Darcy grinned to herself and made her way over to the gardens, hoping Mathius would know exactly where to find her.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 17, 2012 16:01:49 GMT -5
It seemed that every time Mathius planned to see Darcy, he made it too far away from their last date. Those days was much too long and he felt like he hadn’t seen her in forever! Alright, so maybe he was being a bit of a child in that aspect of their relationship. It was almost like separation anxiety in young children, but between adults.
No matter that he had missed her, he would be seeing her, and painting with her, very soon.
Thinking that it might be a good idea to not dress up too much, maybe just wear his usual, Mathius grinned. He had an idea that it might get a bit messy, potentially painting with fingers as they might. So, he grabbed his painting jeans – they were covered in colorful smears and splotches of paint – and a purple button up shirt. Overtop he wore a black vest and he wore his regular black dress shoes. Hopefully he wouldn’t be underdressed. Then again, they were going to a park and there was no reason to be worried, Darcy wasn’t the belittling type anyways and Mathius felt that he needn’t feel nervous.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t.
This date was yet another thing where he had to impress the lovely woman of his dreams, but this time they would be teaching one another things that Mathius loved to do. Painting was half of his life, a full, amazing half of his life. The other half of his life just then was taken up by a certain beautiful Darcy, to whom he was hopelessly in love with.
Mathius grinned to himself as he finished preparing himself for the date. Now for his supplies! He grabbed a large bag that had a small easel inside, perfect for travel, and he stuffed his paints and brushed inside as well, with more than a few canvases. They might need a few.
With that, he was ready to go and he stepped outside of his apartment in London with a sunny smile upon his face. He had been to Regent’s park before and hoped that he would be able to find his date in the beautiful scenic area. Mathius apparated to the entrance of the park, his painting bag slung over his shoulder and the smile still glowing on his face. To any casual passerby, Mathius might seem to be just another eccentric, happy guy; but anyone who looked closely would recognize the look of excitement and love in his eyes.
And so, Mathius began to walk through the park, thinking that he knew where Darcy might just be. He was right. Catching a glimpse of her bright clothing he tiptoed around a tree to see that her back was to him. He grinned, wondering how he was going to let her know that he was there.
Finally, after standing there for nearly a minute, Mathius called, “Hey Sunshine!” with a happy, excited voice. He was grinning more than he had since he had last seen her, excited as he was for the day.
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 17, 2012 17:32:26 GMT -5
Darcy's eyes widened about the river as a few small koi fish swam by, momentarily seeming to stop and wiggle towards Darcy, before flopping up and going with the gentle current. She was bent over on her knees, her palms resting on the grass, at an incline. This is probably where she went wrong.
An unexpected voice, though it was soothing, startled her to the bones. “Hey Sunshine!”
Darcy's hands shot up, along with the rest of her, and before she could turn around to see him, she tripped. Her arms rotated, trying to catch her balance- but failing miserably. She went forwards, seemingly in slow motion, and she couldn't stop her falling. She saw the welcoming water, her eyes closing.
But a rush of force wrapped around her waist, and her arms grasped at the hands she thanked the heavens for. Her only reaction was to start laughing, and so she did. Nervous laughter escaped her lips as she was pulled back and onto stable ground, away from the stream. Turning around in Mathius' arms, she wrapped herself around him and eagerly burrowed into his chest. "Thank the Heavens you were here." She said quietly, a sigh escaping her lips. "That could have been terrible."
After a moment, she pulled back and leaned up to kiss him tenderly, her hands shaking from the nerves. "Hey dear." She said softly against his lips, and looked into his eyes, a smile forming on her features. "Well, with that being out of the way," she stepped back out of his arms and motioned around her, raising her arms up over her head excitedly, "are you ready? I can't wait to paint!" She jumped in place happily, clapping her hands in joy, then calming down. "I thought you'd like this place." She beamed, turning around to look back to the creek that almost took her warmth away.
"Despite the water almost swallowing me, I think it is beautiful here." She grinned, turning back to face him now, her arms outstretched for him, motioning him closer into a tighter hug.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 17, 2012 19:11:52 GMT -5
Darcy’s reaction to his arrival was very, very different from what he had expected. What he had expected was her to turn around and hug him or something; what he got was a falling Darcy. As soon as Mathius noticed her falling he was by her side, arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her away from the water’s edge with a tug. He held her tight as his eyes went wide, that had certainly not been in the plans for the date.
When she turned around and hugged him, he grinned. Now that was more like he had envisioned. “I can’t imagine why you would want to fall in there.” Mathius joked, gazing down at the woman he had been waiting to see again as eagerly as a dog awaits its owner after a trip to the kennel. “And it wouldn’t have been sooo bad; you’d be a little wet,” Mathius paused, “Alright, a lot wet. But, I would warm you up!” he grinned mischievously, “I think it might have made up for the cold.”
Darcy’s tender kiss was beautiful, and he responded as though it was. “Hey back,” he replied with a content sigh. “I am glad that you didn’t fall in, I’d feel awful for startling you into it!” he would, if she had fallen into the water due to his saying hello, he would probably buy her something expensive to make up for it.
Come to think of it, he had something in his pocket for her that he had nearly forgotten about in his excitement to see her. It was a good thing that he had stuck it there the day before when he wrapped it.
"are you ready? I can't wait to paint!"
Grinning inanely, Mathius picked up his painting bag from where he had placed it when he went to grab Darcy as she fell. “I am so ready!” he exclaimed, grin widening even more. “I can’t wait to paint either!” Suddenly his eyes lit up, “I’m here in this beautiful clearing (perfect choice by the way Sunshine) with the girl of my dreams, about to do my favorite thing in the world! There really isn’t anything better!!!” He was so incredibly happy. Had he ever been this happy before?
Reaching out, he wrapped arms around Darcy after putting the painting supplies down again. “I have something for you...”
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 17, 2012 20:38:45 GMT -5
“I can’t imagine why you would want to fall in there.” Mathius joked, gazing down at Darcy. “And it wouldn’t have been sooo bad; you’d be a little wet,” Mathius paused, “Alright, a lot wet. But, I would warm you up!” he grinned mischievously, “I think it might have made up for the cold.”
Darcy shrugged slowly, still in his arms at that point, and sighed heavily. "What can I say? You've got me literally falling for you." She winked up at him. "Maybe falling into creeks isn't such a good idea though, how about you have me fall somewhere softer." Her teasing smile came through, and she ran her hand along his jaw, still giggling at the stubble. "You warming me up isn't such a bad idea. Do I have to be wet for you to do that?" She looked back over her shoulder to the river. "I mean, I could go 'fall' in there again, if it means that I get to be in my bear's arms." She beamed, scrunching her nose cutely.
“Hey back,” he replied with a content sigh. “I am glad that you didn’t fall in, I’d feel awful for startling you into it!”
Her chest thumped quickly, the inside of her heating up, now affecting the outside. "You better hope you'd feel bad. I would have to come give you the biggest hug ever." She winked. "A slopping wet, dripping, unhappy Darcy hug." She squeezed at his waist gently.
When he talked about being ready about the date, she blushed. She was glad she had mentioned this to him. Doing something together that they both enjoyed- it made her extremely happy. “I am so ready!” he exclaimed, grin widening even more. “I can’t wait to paint either!” Suddenly his eyes lit up, “I’m here in this beautiful clearing (perfect choice by the way Sunshine) with the girl of my dreams, about to do my favorite thing in the world! There really isn’t anything better!!!”
"Oh, Mathius," she sighed, eyeing him happily. "Is it too much to ask that every day of the rest of my life involves you, painting, or a combination of both?" She grinned, her pearly whites exposing to him.
“I have something for you...”
Two larger hands wrapped around her waist and she blushed heatedly, catching her breath a few times, coughing out slightly, a gasping noise soon following. "Something for me? No, no." She shook her head and smiled. "You don't have to." Her fingers walked up his chest and wrapped around his neck, pulling herself up to kiss the corners of his eyes softly, then his nose, and his lips one more time.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 18, 2012 8:37:14 GMT -5
"What can I say? You've got me literally falling for you. I mean, I could go 'fall' in there again, if it means that I get to be in my bear's arms."
Mathius grinned; it was again the grin that probably didn’t mean anything particularly good for Darcy. True to his smile, Mathius picked Darcy up as if she were a child and held her over the river, holding tight just in case she struggled. He didn’t want to actually drop her, no, he would never do that. “Here you go deary, do you want to fall? I’m sure we could get you warm in no time. There’s a spell for that.”
"You better hope you'd feel bad. I would have to come give you the biggest hug ever. A slopping wet, dripping, unhappy Darcy hug."
Quickly bringing Darcy back down to earth Mathius laughed, “Alright, never mind, I don’t want sloppy, cold hugs. No thank you.” He instead took to spinning her in a circle, grinning all the while. “Plus, I don’t actually remember the spell that dries you off. I never was good at household magic, thus the state of the paint all over the place.”
"Oh, Mathius, is it too much to ask that every day of the rest of my life involves you, painting, or a combination of both?"
A serious, yet undoubtedly happy look came over his face, “No, it isn’t. In fact, I’d like to keep it at both if you don’t mind. Or at least once a week for the painting. I hope to keep you to myself every day.” It was one thing to hope for her to be with him all of the time, it was another for her to say that she wanted it. The thought made him glow inside and he thought that maybe it was time for his first gift to her, it wasn’t much, but he hoped she would like it.
"Something for me? No, no. You don't have to."
“Don’t worry, it isn’t anything big. I think it is more... sentimental.” Mathius took his right hand to his pocket and pulled out a small, long package. Inside, when she opened it, was a paintbrush. It was a beautiful paint brush with flowers he had painted himself on the handle and mahogany wood. He hoped that she would use it when he taught her some of his style a bit later on. It was a tool, a beautiful tool, but a tool nonetheless; and it would be used to make something even more beautiful.
He held it up for her, handing Darcy her first ever present from him, “I thought that since we are here, doing what we are about to do, now would be the perfect time to give you something special.” He grinned now, ear to ear, excited for when she would open the little box to see his hand painted paint brush inside.
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 18, 2012 12:16:40 GMT -5
Mathius picking her up wasn't a surprise. She was light, short, and easy to haul places. But him holding her over the river, was, indeed, a surprise. Her hands wrapped around his arms tightly and she squealed out of happiness at first, but then she became slightly frightened. She grinned to herself and shook the fear out, replacing it with a sneaky, deceptive feeling instead. Going limp, she let her arms dangle over his and her feet sway back and fourth. Like she was a doll, almost, her hair dangling in gentle waves in front of her. “Here you go deary, do you want to fall? I’m sure we could get you warm in no time. There’s a spell for that.”
As he pulled her back in, he said, “Alright, never mind, I don’t want sloppy, cold hugs. No thank you.” He instead took to spinning her in a circle, grinning all the while. “Plus, I don’t actually remember the spell that dries you off. I never was good at household magic, thus the state of the paint all over the place.”
Darcy livened up dramatically and she grinned up to him. "I knew you wouldn't drop me!" She laughed and hugged against him tightly before twirling, a giggle and a squeal escaping. "Mathius!" She shrieked playfully and punched him lightly in the chest, folding her arms over her yellow jacket and scoffing. "I don't know how I feel about that. You hurt me." She said fakely, a small smile on her lips. "Maybe I should just embrace the water, get sopping wet, and hug you anyways." She teased, leaning up to stoke his cheek softly.
A serious, yet undoubtedly happy look came over his face, “No, it isn’t. In fact, I’d like to keep it at both if you don’t mind. Or at least once a week for the painting. I hope to keep you to myself every day.”
Darcy's eyes lit up at his response and she jumped in place excitedly, a quiet squeal coming from her lips. "We can agree on that." She cooed gently and grinned. "I'll be by your side, well, every day, then." Darcy smiled like she had never smiled before, and she sighed happily. She was going to have a future with this man, whether he knew it or not.
Her mood shifted at the part of her conversation with Mathius about the gift. “Don’t worry, it isn’t anything big. I think it is more... sentimental.” She shook her head with a smile on her face and sighed.
"If you make me cry, I am going to punch you." She giggled against his chest as she burrowed in then pulled back when he presented her with the box.
Inside, when she opened it, was a paintbrush. It was a beautiful paint brush with flowers he had painted himself on the handle and mahogany wood. Darcy's eyes lit up and she gripped it gently in her palms, unable to speak, but her mouth opened anyways. She looked up to him frantically and smiled, shaking her head. "Did you paint this?" She eyed the flowers again, her head still shaking in amazement. "This is so beautiful. I don't think I want to use it!" She gasped, running her hand along the base of the brush gently. "I don't want to ruin it." She said quietly.
“I thought that since we are here, doing what we are about to do, now would be the perfect time to give you something special.” Her hands went to his cheeks, and she pulled his head down with a passionate kiss, unable to control herself. It was a picture perfect moment, and Darcy, along with passerby's who stopped with an 'Awe', would remember it too.
She couldn't muster anything out. "Thank you," she started breathlessly, "I don't know how to show you how much I love it." Her eyes searched his and she smiled, kissing his nose before falling down to her feet again. "You find a new way to amaze me everyday, and I can't keep up with you." She sighed, a grin on her face. Darcy was in love, yeah, in love.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 18, 2012 22:18:23 GMT -5
"I knew you wouldn't drop me! Mathius! I don't know how I feel about that. You hurt me. Maybe I should just embrace the water, get sopping wet, and hug you anyways."
When Darcy went limp Mathius laughed, so that was how she was going to be? Well then, he would just have to respond in kind. That was when he spun her, and he laughed even more at her response to that. She was so adorable, and beautiful, and everything that he could ever have dreamed of. Ever.
Yes, even when she was playing with him and punching him in the chest and shrieking with laughter. Even then his heart beat just that much more for her, striving to live better, happier, longer, just for her.
"We can agree on that. I'll be by your side, well, every day, then."
Just then, Mathius’s heart skipped more than just one beat. It skipped quite a few in fact. Actually, if it had skipped just a few more he might have collapsed! It was better than amazing to know that Darcy was willing to be by his side at all times. He would most definitely remember that line forever, and he would probably bring it up again and again in his mind, just to keep her close to him. Mathius would have to figure out some way to keep her near him always, maybe a magic mirror or something along those lines. Then, they would never have to be without one another and everything would be perfect.
Suddenly, Mathius had an image in his head of them living together, happier than any fairy tale couple could ever manage to be; because they were real, they were in love, and they were soul mates.
"If you make me cry, I am going to punch you."
Grinning softly, Mathius watched as Darcy opened his present to her, opened it with a reverence he would cherish forever. The expression on her face when she saw the paint brush erased every dark memory in his mind, leaving him clear and newly frees to be happy.
"Did you paint this? This is so beautiful. I don't think I want to use it! don't want to ruin it."
Placing a rough hand gently on Darcy’s cheek, Mathius smiled, “It is a tool, and tools are meant to be used. No matter that it will get splattered with paint and worn down. It will be loved, and nothing shows love more than use and the wear and tear of a well loved object is something that every tool should have.” He pulled back his hand gently, tracing over his lovely Darcy’s hands where they held the gift. “Use it, use it and know that I made it for you so that you can create.”
Then, the moment that topped all other previous moments in his life. The passionate kiss that Darcy bestowed upon him would forever be imprinted in his memory in the one place that he would never allow to be touched, never allow to be corrupted. And he received the kiss just as passionately, as lovingly as she gave it. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the memory was saved and filed away to where it would forever stay, free to be opened and seen by its owner whenever he pleased. And later on in life, when Mathius was older and felt a little run down, he would glance inside the one corner of his memory where every sweet memory of Darcy ever lived and hypothetically leaf through every page, forever kept happy by each and every one.
"Thank you, I don't know how to show you how much I love it. You find a new way to amaze me every day, and I can't keep up with you.
“I think that you just showed me how much you love it.” Mathius replied, rather breathlessly at that. “And now I’m stuck staring at you Sunshine.”
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 19, 2012 14:26:17 GMT -5
Placing a rough hand gently on Darcy’s cheek, Mathius smiled, “It is a tool, and tools are meant to be used. No matter that it will get splattered with paint and worn down. It will be loved, and nothing shows love more than use and the wear and tear of a well loved object is something that every tool should have.” He pulled back his hand gently, tracing over his lovely Darcy’s hands where they held the gift. “Use it, use it and know that I made it for you so that you can create.”
Darcy's smaller hand went up to her cheek where Mathius' hand caressed her skin lightly. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, listening to his voice, before his hands were now tracing hers that held the gift. She fought back tears as he spoke, her head shaking slowly. "I-, I don't know what to say." She felt the need to cry, but she couldn't.
“I think that you just showed me how much you love it.” Mathius replied, rather breathlessly at that. “And now I’m stuck staring at you Sunshine.”
Her blush came back tenfold and she buried herself into his chest, wrapping her arms tight around his chest, rubbing softly at his back. His breathlessness made her heart melt. That she could make him feel like that. "Don't stare too long," she mumbled softly into him, "you'll be blind." She pulled back with a wide grin and scrunched her nose up. Pulling away from him, she rubbed her hand down his chest gently before walking past him and grabbing his stuff for him, hauling it over, and handing it to him.
"Before I get too carried away with holding you and such," she breathed lightly, "we should at least set up." She winked playfully and ran her hand through his hair before turning away from him and pulling her yellow pull-over jacket off, leaving her black tank top left. Pulling her shirt down as it came up a bit, she turned back to him and grabbed her apron she had tossed on the ground, tying it around her waist. She always hated tying it around her neck.
Holding the strings in her right hand, she turned towards him, and with an innocent smile, she asked, "Can you please tie this for me?" She pouted slightly, turning away from him so he could see, pulling her hair with her other hand away from her neck.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 19, 2012 18:12:56 GMT -5
"I-, I don't know what to say."
Now cupping Darcy’s face in his hands, Mathius grinned, “You don’t have to say anything at all.” He whispered into her hair. As he looked down at her he could see the tears that had gathered in her eyes, but seemed to be refusing to fall. And she didn’t have to say anything, her glistening eyes and her embrace told him enough of what she felt that no words were needed. In fact, he was getting pretty good at deciphering her every move, maybe in twenty years or so he would be able to go an entire day not speaking with her, but knowing exactly what she meant at all times. Because he was sure that they would still be together so are in the future. His love for her would be everlasting, living through winters, summers, and any situation that came along. As long as she agreed that is...
Realizing suddenly that he could already see himself with her so far in the future, Mathius thought that yes, he could spend eternity with her and her alone. If Darcy wanted, he would do anything for them to be together forever.
"Don't stare too long, you'll be blind."
“Blind? From what? Too much exposure to beauty? I could stare at the most beautiful something in the world and never go blind, meaning, of course, that I will never go blind staring at you. No matter how much you shine, I won’t look away.” Mathius felt on the surface that he was being cheesy, and overly romantic; but inside, he knew, just knew, that what he was doing was right.
“I feel almost as if I’m in the perfect fairy tale right now, one of those muggle ones with the always happy endings and true love.” He said suddenly, grinning happily.
"Before I get too carried away with holding you and such, we should at least set up."
Mathius nodded, they had to do what they had come to this park for. Although, to tell the truth, it wouldn’t be a wasted trip if they didn’t. Not that he didn’t want to paint, it was second on his priority list at all times! Top place being awarded to Darcy, or rather, spending time with Darcy. If painting came of spending all of his time with her, well, than his days just got that much better!
"Can you please tie this for me?"
Then Darcy hands had her apron in hand and she was asking him to tie the strings of her apron. He did so, but as her skin was free of hair he couldn’t resist one gentle brush of his lips against the back of her neck, just below the hairline. “Done Darcy.” He stepped back now, watching as her hair swished back to cover her elegant neck. “Time to paint.”
Mathius rubbed his hands together gleefully, excited as ever to paint, a million times happier that he was doing so with Darcy. As he did s he walked over to his supplies where Darcy had placed them, and he took everything out, setting it all up as it was meant to be. “There, ready.” He said as he realized that this might just be a messy session for Darcy to have brought along an apron, why did women always have to think ahead?
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 19, 2012 19:02:23 GMT -5
Now cupping Darcy’s face in his hands, Mathius grinned, “You don’t have to say anything at all.” He whispered into her hair.
Darcy's eyes closed and she sighed again, happily. The rest of her life would feel like this- simple, adorable, carefree, and soothing. He made her feel loved and appreciated, wanted, thankful. The rest of her life was going to be amazing with him by her side, and she couldn't wait to someday be his- whenever that would be. "Good, because if I tried to, it'd probably come out all wrong and I'd be so embarrassed."
“Blind? From what? Too much exposure to beauty? I could stare at the most beautiful something in the world and never go blind, meaning, of course, that I will never go blind staring at you. No matter how much you shine, I won’t look away. I feel almost as if I’m in the perfect fairy tale right now, one of those muggle ones with the always happy endings and true love.” He said suddenly, grinning happily.
Her heart swelled and threatened to break her ribs as his words found their way to her ears. She shook her head slowly, her jaw dropped like a fool, but a smile on her lips. She looked up to him as he spoke, his eyes sincere and his face confident. She was sure that this was the man who she would belong to for forever. He was so... alluring, handsome, gentle. Everything he had to say sounded too perfect. Mathius was the man of her dreams, every single dream. Her voice whimpered with a beginning of a word, but she couldn't speak just yet. Better yet- she didn't want to speak. She was perfectly fine with not breaking the perfect silence, but she would have felt bad for leaving him without any reassurance with how she felt about him.
"You are forever the prince to my fairytale." She leaned up to kiss him on the nose softly, smiling against his skin, then moving to his lips. "You've rescued me, metaphorically, from my past. From my worries about my future, and you've already stolen my heart." She shook her head with a small laugh. "It seems as if you've woken me up from that awful slumber with that kiss at my place, and, I never want to sleep again." She pressed her lips to his again lightly before pulling back and resting her hand on the side of his neck, caressing softly. "I'd love to spend the rest of my life, happily ever after, with you."
Mathius' hands brushed against the back of her neck as he tied her apron, but that wasn't all. Darcy gasped audibly and caught her breath as his lips pressed against the sensitive part of the back of her neck. She resisted the urge to pull her shoulders up and stop his kissing, the feeling too blissful to stop. “Done Darcy.” She turned around to face him, a pout on her lips. "Done already?" Her fingers lifted to the back of his neck where she brushed lightly with her palms before pulling back.
“Time to paint.”
"Aye, aye, captain!" She saluted him slightly with a grin, turning back after she was ready, pulling her bangs to the side so she could see everything. She grinned happily as she watched him set up, admiring how many times he must have done this and cleaned up. Her hands rested on her stomach as she waited to paint, her lip between her teeth. "You're a master at this, aren't you?" She teased lightly before stepping towards him and taking his hand in hers, brushing her lips along them before planting a kiss on his fingertips.
"I thought a painter like you would bring an apron." She teased, bumping into him with her shoulder. "You know I am going to make a mess." She winked, examining the brush he gifted her closely, a warm smile still on her face.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 20, 2012 17:56:45 GMT -5
"Good, because if I tried to, it'd probably come out all wrong and I'd be so embarrassed."
Mathius laughed, sounding and feeling so carefree that any passerby’s would almost wish to be there, doing what they were doing, smiling as they were smiling, loving as they were loving. Those who were particularly observant would stop and smile, knowing that the couple would be happy for a very, very long time. And they weren’t wrong in thinking so, for they were correct. “I’d just smile, because when you blush you look adorable.”
"You are forever the prince to my fairytale. You've rescued me, metaphorically, from my past. From my worries about my future, and you've already stolen my heart, It seems as if you've woken me up from that awful slumber with that kiss at my place, and, I never want to sleep again. I'd love to spend the rest of my life, happily ever after, with you."
When Darcy’s jaw dropped, a smile upon her face, Mathius felt accomplished. A day wasn’t complete until he shocked Darcy, so really, if it wasn’t for the painting, he could have ended his day quite happily just then (as long as he would be able to stay with Darcy). Then came her speech and his own jaw fell to the floor. How perfectly poetic and beautiful could one person be? “Oh I love you.” He whispered, feeling his face split in yet another smile. The words seemed so simple next to what his very own Darcy had said, but they were all he could say for a moment or two.
But the moment passed and the preparations for painting continued. After Mathius helped Darcy tie up her apron she turned around, obviously pouting, and Mathius grinned.
"Done already?"
Mathius would have answered, were it not for the brush of fingers against his neck, causing him to choke on whatever he meant to say, losing anything he had wanted to blurt out. After yet another moment of silence on his end Mathius responded, “Yes, now let us get going!”
“Aye, aye, captain! You're a master at this, aren't you?"
He was all ready to go, everything in its rightful place by then. “I’m experienced is what I am, so yes, I suppose I could be classified as a master at this.” Mathius replied with a cheeky grin. “Watch carefully, the master is at work!” he exclaimed, the humor of it all written on his face as with crayon.
"I thought a painter like you would bring an apron. You know I am going to make a mess."
A glancing glare was directed at Darcy because of that, “I’ve never needed one before now.” He responded sourly. Of course, he should have remembered that Darcy would be teaching him finger painting as well, so really the only fault to be found was his own.
“How about we start with finger painting? I’d love to learn your methods. Plus, I really just want you to teach me something Sunshine.” What he really wanted was to see Darcy at work, she had seen what he could do; it was time for her to show him what she was good at.
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 20, 2012 18:45:06 GMT -5
“Oh I love you.” He whispered, feeling his face split in yet another smile. Darcy gasped lightly at his breath, and she grinned, a cheeky smile playing at her lips now. Her fingers covered her own mouth and she shook her head.
"I love you, too." She beamed, bouncing in her spot a little. She said it, finally, and he said it. This, this would be where she began her life with him. He meant those words, and so did she. Her happiness was oozing from every pore now, and she didn't mind it at all.
He was all ready to go, everything in its rightful place by then. “I’m experienced is what I am, so yes, I suppose I could be classified as a master at this.” Mathius replied with a cheeky grin. “Watch carefully, the master is at work!” he exclaimed, the humor of it all written on his face as with crayon.
Darcy's smile brightened. "Don't let your head get too big." She leaned over and poked him, a smirk on her lips. "We can't fit you through the gates if it gets any bigger." Darcy laughed heartily, quietly, but enough to make a scene if anyone was close, and she giggled, quieting down. "I'm watching." She nodded her head towards him, signaling him to start.
A glancing glare was directed at Darcy because of apron question, “I’ve never needed one before now.” He responded sourly.
Darcy pointed her finger at him and snickered, a hearty laugh escaping her lips loudly. She folded over on her knees and clasped her hand to her mouth, her ponytail falling over her face. "Don't-" she gasped, a laugh still evident, "you kill me!" She snorted, then straightened back up, holding her mouth tight with a blush. She hated her snort.
Once Darcy calmed down, he spoke about wanting to start with finger painting. She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess we could start with my mastery." She giggled and picked up her color palette, then some bottles of paint, squeezing a few different colors in. She picked up a dot of red with her finger, then white with another, and she mixed them in the middle creating a deep pink, a gentle smirk on her lips.
Her fingers motioned for the easel, but she took Mathius by surprise and painted a small streak across the bridge of his nose and down on his cheek, a laugh echoing through her vocals. She snapped back towards the paper and began dabbing different colors down as if nothing had happened. She began painting a sky, mixing up different shades of blue and white, her focus now on her painting and not Mathius. She glanced over to him for a brief second to see his reaction, an innocent look in her eyes. "What?" She giggled quietly.
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Post by kat54 on Mar 20, 2012 22:48:28 GMT -5
"I love you, too."
Was it possible that his heart good jump any higher in his chest? Apparently so; Mathius’s heart practically flew! She loved him, and he loved her, and for a moment, that was all that existed in the world. It seemed that an entire microcosm of humanities love was in the park clearing for that moment, and nothing could be better.
"Don't let your head get too big. We can't fit you through the gates if it gets any bigger. I'm watching."
“My head to big? You won’t let it, and if it does grow to be too large, well, you might just have to shove me out.” Mathius smirked back, the expression unfamiliar on his face even when joking. “Well, it is actually your turn to start dearest, so get at it!” he made as if to poke her but thought the better of it when she began snorting with laughter.
"Don't- you kill me
Rolling his eyes and sighing Mathius nodded, “Alright, I won’t kill you yet, not until after my lesson at least.” He laughed now, beginning to snort along with Darcy (though mostly just to make her laugh harder). She was so adorable and if he could make her laugh like that every day his life would be just that much more complete.
"I guess we could start with my mastery.”
He stood still, watching with fascination as Darcy prepared to finger paint. He smiled as she began to mix colours, creating a color that coincidentally matched her deep blush to the T. “Look at that, if I make you blush deep enough and then paint your cheeks no one will ever know the difference!” He leaned over just in time to have Darcy smear paint over his face.
Surprise and humor decorated his face along with the paint and he laughed, the laugh echoing along with Darcy’s. Mathius was nearly bent over double when she began to paint on the paper and he continued to laugh.
"What?"
“What?” he choked, laughing, again, “I’m no canvas.” When Darcy turned away he snuck up behind her, grabbing her around the middle and rubbing his nose against her cheek, smearing the pink paint against her. “GOTCHA!” He exclaimed, laughing and quickly moving to safety with some paint on his hand as his insurance against any more painting, not that Darcy was likely to care, but it was worth the try.
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Post by momoagainagain on Mar 21, 2012 0:07:57 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes and sighing Mathius nodded, “Alright, I won’t kill you yet, not until after my lesson at least.” He laughed now, beginning to snort along with Darcy.
Her chest heaved in pain- a good pain- as she noticed him begin to laugh to. He was so cute! She straightened herself back out and shook her head. "I can't die." She beamed, a wide toothy smile baring to him as if really proud, "I'm the sun, I never die. I just go away and heat up another part of the world." She giggled at her reference and nodded her head as if confirming her statement.
“Look at that, if I make you blush deep enough and then paint your cheeks no one will ever know the difference!” He leaned over just in time to have Darcy smear paint over his face. Her eyes grew wide at him as she looked over at his face, a smirk spreading across her lips. "Aha! That's what you get for teasing!" She grinned, her eyebrows lifting as she returned her gaze back to her painting.
“What?” he choked, laughing, again, “I’m no canvas.”
Darcy cocked her head to the side and grinned. "Your cheek would beg to differ honey." She laughed heartily and turned away from him, not expecting the sudden grab to her sides. She pulled her arms in as a dense mechanism and pressed back against him, only making his cheek rub a little bit more successful. Her eyes grew wide and she turned around to see him, but he was already a good three or four steps away and holding paint in his hand. Darcy winked and shook her head. "I will not resort to your childish activities." Sticking her chest out like she was a buff guy, she twirled around back to her canvas and grabbed one of his extra paint brushes, dipping it far into a tube, and flinging it back over her shoulder in his general direction.
"Oops." She grinned lightly, her eyes buggy and innocent. "I missed the canvas." She turned to face him, a challenging look in her eyes. Her hands were pretty much a solid blue color, with splotches of green and white everywhere. She took a step towards him, batting her eyelashes at him, the coated paintbrush in one hand, and the palette in the other. She was armed and dangerous.
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