PavellumPendulum
honey believe me, ill have your heart on a platter
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Love felt particularly fickle, these days. Léo oftentimes found himself wondering if he was at fault, if he was simply too dense to dance the dance of courtship. He had most certainly pursued an interest or two back in France, but perhaps now that the clock was truly ticking, now that he was so far away from home, he was really starting to feel the pressure of it all trickling down his back. It had always been a dream of his to find his true love, to feel his heart sink so far into his stomach that they became one organ, until all he could stand to do was whisk that special person of his off their feet. He wasn't looking to expand his business through marital connections, nor was he searching for the perfect vessel with which he could procreate and spawn a proper heir, he wanted to truly love and be loved...!
Perhaps no one that caught his eye felt the same. His crushes came and went, some ending due to a stern look his way for having fumbled over his words in their presence, showing his social ineptitude... Others had simply dissipated from a lack of true connection. Though he was fine with doing the pursuing, he found it hard to stomach the demure, relaxed responses of any young lady that he tried to court, always feeling out of his element, as though he was intruding in a space in which he did not and could not belong.
And so Léo rested back in the worn chair that he always stole away for himself at the Raven's Port, noting how the fabric was faded from repeated washings over the year. It wasn't shocking, considering the fact that the tavern was the place where people indulged in spirits and the like, so spills were bound to happen. He didn't mind it too badly, especially since this place had become somewhat of a respite for him over the past few months, where he sought to ease the pains of reaching out for a love that he could not find.
Nursing the whiskey in his hands, he felt the the warmth of it blooming in his chest. Though he highly preferred wine, he rarely trusted the wines in public spaces here, since his tastes were rather specific. Whiskey was fine enough. He leaned on the counter, tapping his finger against the cool glass.
A stranger sat beside him, a man with a sigh that was just about as heavy as his own. A kindred soul, perhaps? Léo glanced in his direction. "Long day?" he questioned politely, though it was rather humourless despite his smile.
@MaryGold
Perhaps no one that caught his eye felt the same. His crushes came and went, some ending due to a stern look his way for having fumbled over his words in their presence, showing his social ineptitude... Others had simply dissipated from a lack of true connection. Though he was fine with doing the pursuing, he found it hard to stomach the demure, relaxed responses of any young lady that he tried to court, always feeling out of his element, as though he was intruding in a space in which he did not and could not belong.
And so Léo rested back in the worn chair that he always stole away for himself at the Raven's Port, noting how the fabric was faded from repeated washings over the year. It wasn't shocking, considering the fact that the tavern was the place where people indulged in spirits and the like, so spills were bound to happen. He didn't mind it too badly, especially since this place had become somewhat of a respite for him over the past few months, where he sought to ease the pains of reaching out for a love that he could not find.
Nursing the whiskey in his hands, he felt the the warmth of it blooming in his chest. Though he highly preferred wine, he rarely trusted the wines in public spaces here, since his tastes were rather specific. Whiskey was fine enough. He leaned on the counter, tapping his finger against the cool glass.
A stranger sat beside him, a man with a sigh that was just about as heavy as his own. A kindred soul, perhaps? Léo glanced in his direction. "Long day?" he questioned politely, though it was rather humourless despite his smile.
@MaryGold