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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 10:46:50 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- Usually the first thing to hit her when entering the market area, is the sight, and also the smell of it. The largest part of it, where most of the commoners were, was the worst. Nose wrinkled in slight disgust at the thought of this. At least, the part of it where she was taking a journey to, was much cleaner. Soft lips parted in a gentle smile, remembering when she had ran into Alexander Huntington here. He was always so - trim and proper. Making her heart melt, she then reached down and patted the silky smooth ebon flank of the mare. Her usual mare, a large Frieisan, Beautiful Sin. She was a gorgeous beast after all, the name just enhanced it somewhat. As the horse moved slowly through the crowd, the young woman perched upon the beast's back, narrowed her brown eyes slightly.
Some men usually gave her looks as she headed through the marketplace alone. Most of the time it was just looks, though if they had had enough to drink, sometimes they'd approach her and try to lay a hand on her. That resulted in someone usually shagging them off, or her telling them off with a quick lash of tongue. Lips pursed, as she urged the horse through the crowd and towards the upper part of the market, where only Lords and Ladies went, and their offspring as well. Sliding off the black horse, she handed the reins to a stable boy, and some gold coins, "Brush her down and water her please. A stall for herself as well...I'll be back before sun-down." The boy nodded, and pocketed the coins, then lead the mare off.
Adjusting her hair, which she hadn't bothered with too much this morning, it was done up slightly, and thankfully - she wasn't wearing a white dress this time. That was her goal today though, was to get another white dress. Her other one had been ruined by none other than the Andrew Delaford. Delafords. If they knew about her and Andrew kissing, if that, she'd most likely either get disowned, or just a nasty slap on the wrist with a punishment. Shivering at this thought of her parents scolding her like that, Miss Norwood nodded softly to some people, before noticing a store with a sale on dresses going on.
Shifting her pace, she picked up her skirts slightly, cursing the blasted things. A lock of brown hair fell by her features as she looked down to step over what looked like to be some liquid spilled. Hoping it was just water or something mostly harmless, Miss Norwood, stepped over it. She didn't think too much of Lord Delaford, or Lord Huntington. Huntington was courting her, Delaford had for some reason - kissed her. But the passion she felt towards Delaford was unfortunate. She couldn't be with him though, Huntington would be it. Sighing softly at this, she suddenly heard a voice that made her muscles tense, but her heart sing.
It was him.
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 4, 2009 14:05:04 GMT -6
 Lord Andrew Delaford [/i][/font][/size][/center] The early afternoon sun beat down on the back of Lord Andrew Delaford's lightly tanned neck. A few salty beads of sweat began to drip down the back of his shirt. And, besides the warm early summer heat, the flies were out, probably looking for some dead carcas to prey on. Annoyed, Andrew swatted one away from his dirty blond hair. He really wasn't at the market for any particular reason, except that to repay the young damsel whose dress he had ruined just days before. It was an unexpected, and somewhat magical, few moments, as the young lord remembered. Lady Brightmore, the beautiful, and an even better kisser, had left, though, and it was irking Andrew because he did not know why.
A short walk from the commoner's shops, a little fabric shop where the local seamstress often sold restored dresses sat. Andrew only remembered this because many a time his nanny would have orders from his mother to stop and pick her up a dress. Slowly, he made his way to the seamstress' tent.
The brown top of the tent came into view as Andrew walked forward. Suddenly, the swish of brown locks against Emery's face caught Lord Delaford's eyes. Wait, was it Lady Emery? Andrew was almost positive it was. Deftly, he approached the girl from behind. "Have we met before?" His voice was soft as it entered the air. A small smile formed across his face as the girl turned around. |
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 18:59:16 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- Her first reaction was to keep pressing on. That he had gotten the wrong person. But her heart and mind told her to stop, and converse with him. But how could she? Everything about him made her want to just lie in his arms forever and die there. Whoa - regaining the sense of her mind, Emery brushed back some of her wavy hair, brown eyes scanning some of the white gowns. Spotting one with longer sleeves that ended with a wider opening where her hands popped out of, when Delaford's voice rang out, she paused, muscles wiring tightly as if to prepare herself for an attack. When none came, Miss Norwood, known to him as Miss Brightmore turned silently, eyes searching for his blue ones.
Why couldn't she have been blessed with lighter eyes, or hair? She was common in looks, the puppy brown eyes, and the dark brown hair. Even with highlights, sometimes they made her feel - common, not unique like her mother always had promised her as a child. So...what did Lord Delaford find in her? Surely nothing she could see in herself. Lips opened, allowing a small smile to bless her features, "I believe we have." she smiled softly, and bowed her body slightly in a mildly-formal greeting, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Lord...Delaford." truth be told, despite her appearance of not having thought of him - she couldn't get Delaford off her mind.
It was as if he was a disease, slowly consuming everything she knew and saw. Saw him when she slept, in the stables while she checked on Sin and her now pregnant belly. She was only a little ways along, this would be her last ride out till she had the foal. But - Emery was unable to fight it. She had to see him, but it wasn't allowed. Not only was he not courting her, he was a Delaford. The family her's had been fueding with for decades.
"What brings you here, Lord Delaford?" she inquired softly, eyes locking onto his, unable to help herself. Careful to keep herself under control, the young woman knew immediately, if someone saw her here, touching Andrew in any way besides maybe a pat on the back or something simple, she'd be told on to her parents. Shivers darted down her spine, thinking of the thought of her parents finding out about her and Andrew Delaford. Smiling softly, she arched an eyebrow lightly, "Your hair looks nicer when it's dry."
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 4, 2009 19:16:26 GMT -6
Lord Andrew Delaford [/i][/font][/size][/center] Lord Andrew Delaford's pinkish hued lips tugged at the corner of his mouth as the thought of Emery crossed his mind. This time it was the thought of her riding away on the fresian during a rain storm. Andrew brushed the thought away from his brain for a few minutes, just enough so he could concentrate on the conversation at hand.
As Emery's comment rang through his ears, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a hint of sarcasm in her sweet, angelic voice. Nevertheless, he ran a pale hand through the hair, ruffling the blond hair up as it went along.
"So, how have you been since then, Miss Brightmore?" Lord Delaford asked politely. His blue eyes gazed across Emery's face, from her eyes to her lips. They settled there, waiting for a reply. |
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 19:27:47 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- Feet shifted slightly on the ground, though eyes never strayed too far from Lord Delaford's eyes. They were so - captivating was a good word to describe them. Another could be just plain gorgeous. Pausing slightly, she replied simply to his inquiry, "Not much, I'm afraid. The mare, Beautiful Sin, I just found out she's pregnant." Her thoughts drifted, praying to the heavens above that he wouldn't ask to see Sin at the stables. Thankfully she was at a public on here, therefore there was no need to go back to her estate. Swallowing slightly, nervously, she hoped he didn't see that, and lifted her gaze from the side of him to his features once more.
Stepping closer, Emery grinned weakly towards Andrew, then brushed against him, flirting almost, and produced a white gown, much like the one she had worn the last time he'd seen her. "What do you think? Almost like the other one?" this time, she allowed a teasing grin to spread across her features. In her philosophy, enjoy life. You only lived once, or so you remembered. Reincarnation was a no-no sometimes, but she secretly believed it was true. That way, when she died, she was reborn as someone else, or something else, didn't matter honestly. Though, if she had to be reborn again in this time era as a person, she'd prefer to be in her family. Memory? Usually not, that's what was told. You didn't remember a thing, besides your own past in that life. Now some people - they did tend to remember snip-its of their past lives.
The young woman bit her bottom lip slightly, as a worker approached her, and she spoke, the dress being her size, "I will buy this one." she handed it to her, and turned back to Andrew, "Though...you didn't answer my question...Lord Delaford." she grinned weakly, as the helper folded the skirts of the dress, "What brings you here? Fun? Spending some money?"
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 4, 2009 19:42:27 GMT -6
Lord Andrew Delaford [/i][/font][/size][/center] Lord Delaford looked at the white dress Emery held out in front of him. It was almost identical to the other, less white and more brownish one she had worn the last time he had met her. "Please, let me pay, I insist," he said as Emery handed the dress over to one of the seamstresses. "It's the least I could do, considering that I was the one responsible for ruining your other one." A grin formed across his face as the memory of the recent events ran through his mind.
"Hmmm, what brings me to the market?" Andrew said aloud. He tried to think of a good excuse, trying to conceal his real one."My mother sent me for a new dress for her." That was a lie. Actually, Lord Delaford felt extremely bad about ruining Miss Brightmore's dress. It was his plan to buy a new one and send it to her. He forced a charming smile onto his face. [/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 19:55:24 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- The seamstress finished preparing it for her to carry it back home. As she hovered, when Andrew spoke, Emery grinned weakly, and nodded softly, "If you insist." When the seamstress gave her a tiny, cheerful smile, the young woman shook her head slightly when he couldn't see it. She didn't want him to worry. If he already wasn't. But she was known for over-worrying things sometimes. "Oh, only a little responsible." she winked, and looked to the woman softly, placing a hand on the wrapped dress, "Could...could I send for someone to get it later?" she didn't want the woman to say her real name if she could help it. The woman nodded, "Of course, Miss Nor-" Emery quickly cut her off, "Perfect, thank you." she patted the dress softly, eyes lifting from it to Andrew silently, hoping he hadn't caught that, and grinned innocently.
Seeing his grin, she suddenly felt self-aware. Granted, she wasn't fat, don't get her wariness wrong, she just felt - confused. Brown eyes locked to his blue ones silently as he replied about his mother, obviously Lady Delaford sending him for a dress. Spine twitched in anxiety at the thought of the woman erupting if Andrew told her he'd met up with Miss Norwood in the market. Though, she managed to paint a smile along her features, and nodded solemnly, "That's....nice. I'll..." her eyes flickered about nervously, "I'll leave you to it." With that, without letting her mind re-think it, Emery pick up her skirts, and dismissed herself, hoping no one would see her fleeing Andrew Delaford of all people.
She quickly headed out of the store, and into the busy walk-way. Pausing, she felt a tear streak down her cheek. Impatiently wiping it away, she shook her head. She couldn't, can't fall in love for a Delaford. Her parents would probably disown her from their family. Then what? She'd be left with nothing. Choking a shriek and a sob, Emery suddenly yelped when someone grabbed her...
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 4, 2009 20:09:24 GMT -6
Lord Andrew Delaford [/i][/font][/size][/center] Seeing the way Miss Emery ran off, Lord Delaford felt the strangest impulse. He felt the urge to run after her. Andrew tried to fight it, like when you're on a diet and you know you can't have that piece of chocolate cake. That's what Lord Delaford felt like right now. He knew sooner or later the impulse would seep out slowly into his other actions. It would start with back-talking his mother, then arguing with his father. It wouldn't end. Andrew decided the best way to prevent that, and possibly having his fortune disinheirted from him, would be to run after the girl.
"Emery, Emery! Wait up!" Andrew called after her, moving at a pace a little more than a jog. As he ran, and aiding be his calls, he couldn't help but notice the amount of people that were looking at him with suspicious and disapproving looks. And he couldn't figure out why.
Finally, Lord Delaford was within arms length of the girl. He felt his lightly tanned arm reach out toward her much tanner one. "Emery, just listen!" He said jerking her around so she was facing him. It wasn't until he was facing her that he did notice her cheeks were rosy and had wet lines from tears streaming down her face. "Emery," he said softer, placing both of his hands around her head. His thumbs cupped her cheeks and slowly they wiped away a tear or two. "Why are you crying?" Andrew asked looking into her big, brown eyes, almost like searching for an unnamed galaxy in them. [/blockquote] |
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 20:23:19 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- Hearing him shout her name, the young woman quickly glanced around at the other people, and gave them a weak smile through her tears. Quickly heading to an alley between buildings where they'd have privacy, she gasped when he suddenly spun her around, eyes noticing her's. Looking away, careful not to mess with her make-up anymore, Emery wiped them away impatiently, and inhaled deeply and slowly, getting ahold of her emotions. As his soft words curled around her like a thick down blanket, the young woman felt her emotions attempt to break loose. She had to see him - this was outrageous. It couldn't be. Yes - there was something strong here, like love at first sight with them.
But why him? Him of all people, she had to have feelings for. Her thoughts stopped immediately when his hands cupped her features, and patient thumbs wiped away her tears. Eyes looked up silently to lock onto his, and she nibbled her bottom lip for a moment, eyes resting on his lips, before lifting them to see his eyes. Finally, placing her own, slightly shaky hands over Andrew's, she replied, closing her eyes for a moment, "This...this can't work, Andrew..." she murmured, and opened her eyes, though she figured she'd regret it. She couldn't tell him. Could she? It wasn't fair to lie to him. Andrew had to know the truth, no matter what it may do to them.
Emery opened her mouth, as tears soon stopped. Or so she hoped. "You...won't think of me the same...Andrew." she whispered, knowing he'd hear. She lifted his hand from her features, and softly kissed the palm of his hand, feeling too - dirty to kiss his God-like lips. Lifting her attention, Emery murmured, releasing his hand so he could do with it what he pleased, "My real name....isn't Emery Brightmore." brown eyes looked regrettably towards the lovely blue ones she adored, "I'm....Emery Norwood...."
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 4, 2009 20:38:38 GMT -6
Lord Andrew Delaford [/i][/font][/size][/center] Shock wouldn't even begin to cover what emotions Andrew felt. It would be more along the lines of heartbreak. For a moment, he just stood there, dumb-founded and too shocked to say anything. Finally, another feeling replaced the shock. It was love.
Normally, Lord Delaford would laugh in your face at the word 'love'. It wasn't even a word he used in everyday vocabulary, let alone to a girl he had just met a couple days ago. And not to mention to the daughter of his father's enemy. But, he felt it. A sharp, stabbing pain in his heart at the word Norwood. Why did the only woman Andrew ever had feelings for was the daughter of his family's sworn enemy? It wouldn't work; it couldn't work, but it had to.
Gently, his hand took Emery's. He brought it to his lips and felt the warmth and softness of it against his cheek. From there, he brought it to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on it. Then, slowly, he placed it back down by Emery's side.
"Well, Miss Emery Norwood," hearing the name Norwood used not in a derogatory sentence, but in a soft, careless sentence felt weird to Lord Delaford. what would you say if I didn't care about that? What would you say if I told you I loved you, and have had feeling for you from the first day I set my blue eyes on you? What would you say if I told you that you're the only girl I've ever longed for? What would you say if I told you names didn't matter to me? His deep voice was filled was sadness and happiness at the same time. "Miss Norwood, what would you say to me, the son of your father's only enemy? [/blockquote] |
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 20:53:36 GMT -6
EMERY [/i][/font][/center] here i am once again
i'm torn into pieces
here tonight, let's pretend
i thought you were the one [/color][/center] ---------------- The instant her real last name left her lips, she immediately wished she could reign it back in. The word floated heavily into the air, painted with hatred for the fued between their families. What was it even over anyway? She'd heard it was from love, but how? Her parents were happily married, but were his? She could only guess. Her thoughts drifted back to when her father had gone hunting, and had almost been pierced by an arrow. Had it been a foul-laced one and missed its intended target? Or was the Delaford household getting resltess over the dispute. Emery knew, when she raised her children, there wouldn't be a fight between the families.
Especially not if they were Andrew's as well.
When he lifted her hand to his cheek, it sent sparks of electricity down her spine. Enjoying the momentary feeling of it, she then shifted her head slightly, and when he released it, she quietly ran it through his messy blonde locks. Unable to resist it anymore. Emery smiled weakly, though it faded as he spoke, putting emphasis on her name. Brown eyes flickered towards the street to see if anyone was watching. No one was - thankfully. They were in the clear for now.
As he spoke, she listened intently to what he had to say. Though, when the words seemed to sink her, her heart flipped joyfully in her chest. Feeling like it would expand till it killed her, Emery practically melted into his arms right then and there, and demand for him to marry her already. But - their families couldn't know. Her parents would most likely disown her, and claim her not to be their first-born child. "I..." she tried to respond. For once - she couldn't. Lifting her gaze, Emery then opened her mouth to say something, and finally managed it, "I would say right back...Andrew," she sighed, loving how his name rolled off her tongue, "Our parents' silly politics shouldn't reflect on us. I too, have loved you, Andrew Delaford since I first saw you in the rain. It pelting your hair and face." she lifted a hand and trailed it along his cheek and jaw bone, before cupping his chin softly.
"It too, doesn't matter to me. We are a different generation, and I don't want anyone but you with me for the rest of my life." she admitted, since they had admitted their forbidden love for each other. Leaning slightly against him now, surprised she'd done that, Emery looked to Andrew silently, and lifted herself up slightly, and pressed her lips swiftly to her's, before drawing away, as if testing the waters. They were so sweet - and addictive. The young woman smiled weakly, one hand still on his jaw, before then, she kissed him softly and short once more.
Thoughts of her family drifted away with Andrew. It felt as if nothing else in the world matter.
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Post by » andrew delaford on Apr 5, 2009 8:17:33 GMT -6
FINISHED OOC; AWWW! They ish SO cute together! =] [/blockquote] |
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