[IC] Flower for the Wolf [Blank/ Lala Kitty]

[Lala Kitty]

"The longer you let me stay, the more I won't want to go," Rose admitted softly. She could feel the room automatically fill with discomfort at her words, but she felt it was important to be completely honest right now. If Fenrir allowed her to stay here with her granny, she'd eventually begin to hope that he'd just leave her here & not come back. Then it would hurt more when she actually left.

"I'd like to move away within the week, if possible," Rose mumbled before biting into her breakfast. Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably, placing her hand on Rose's arm.

"Rose, you don't need yo force yourself to-"

"But I do," Rose insisted, "We've already married, Granny. As much as I would like to ignore the truth, it means that we have to get to know each other in an odd order. I can't just pretend that we have no obligation as we court this year."

Willow frowned again, knowing Rose was right, but at the same time, felt uneasy. Rose was naive & didn't realize what a man & woman sharing a home really meant. It already took couples much self-control to remain abstinent, & this couple here was already married. Willow's biggest worry at that moment was that Rose was going to rush herself & become overwhelmed by a man who already ha experience in life.

"Granny, I'll be okay," Rose told the old woman with a warm smile. Willow nodded, a little relieved that Rose's spirits seemed to be lifting now before looking to Fenrir, seeing if he would agree to Rose's decision. After all, he knew the sensations of being in a physical relationship; it was probably going to be harder on him to hold back.

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“Whatever you think is best,” Fenrir replied, acknowledging Rose’s wishes. He started to realize how little he knew this young woman, though he wanted to. Her words had struck him, making him feel like an intruder. Well, I am an intruder, aren’t I? he contemplated, starting to give it thought, and in turn filling him with guilt.

She had a suitor lined up, didn’t she say? One that she chose; one that she may have loved. A man that may already know who she is and could give her what she wanted. Her words echoed in his head; the more I won’t want to go, and as much as I would like to ignore the truth. She didn’t want this; she probably wanted Fenrir go, and leave her out of his life. And I could… I could leave, return her freedom, never to come back… he gave it a serious moments thought.

But then what would he leave with? He would have nothing, and no one; just his lonely cabin in the woods. His only friend a young dryad that, while grateful for it’s company, often annoyed him. He could not live among his kin after the events of the war, and he could not live among humans, being a Lycan. He’d be alone for the rest of his life, of that much he was certain. And what a pathetic life it’s been… he thought, as melancholy began to set it.

Suddenly, a voice growled in the back of Fenrir’s mind. A wolf does not concern itself with the opinion of sheep. The voice wanted to reestablish Fenrir’s confidence, and in truth, had some success. But it was a voice he was afraid of, a voice he had always tried to silence. It made him uncertain; was it the man that chase after this Rose, or was it the beast?

After a few moments, he recollected himself.

“I could go into town with you today, if you’d like.” Fenrir added, unsure how Rose would feel about this offer.

[Lala Kitty]

Rose was a little shocked by Fenrir's offer to go to town with her, but not entirely displeased by it. In truth, she was a little happy that he was committed to getting to know her better, because she really had no idea how to court someone. Maybe spending the day with him would make them grow closer.

"S-sure," Rose answered, giving Fenrir a smile, "I'll feel a little safer when I take my route through the courthouse alley." Without anything else to say, Rose went back to finishing her breakfast, quickly finishing up her food & then helping her grandmother pick up everyone's empty dishes. Rose noted to herself that Fenrir seemed to eat a lot of meat, & she really did mean a lot of it. It was like the man wasn't even human.

After the breakfast things were put away, Rose filled her basket with the usual pies & cookies that were made from the night before, wondering to herself what Fenrir would think of her little town. Would he think less of her when he saw how tiny it was? Rose frowned at the thought, wondering why that mattered to much. She should be happy that something would cause him to have a disinterest in her, right? But she was conflicted, like she'd be sad if Fenrir left her behind.

"Are you ready to go now, Mr. Fenrir?" Rose asked as she stepped to the front door & carefully fastened her red cape around her shoulders.

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Standing up, Fenrir nodded in acknowledgment, preparing to leave.

“Ah,” he said, as he patted his person. “My cloak.”

“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, hastily heading to her room to retrieve the drab grey cloak, as if embarrassed that she had forgot to return it. It put a smile on Fenrir’s face, witnessing how his words sparked this adorable reaction from her. She returned in a moment, nervously holding out the cloak, trying to avert her eyes. “H-here…” she offered. Fenrir couldn’t help but smile again. Just the simple things this girl did could bring him happiness; the way she spoke, the way she moved.

“Thank you, Ms. Rose.” He said gently, playfully returning the way she always called him Mr. Fenrir. Taking the cloak from her, he put it on, pulling the hood over his head. Next, he made his way to the door. Grabbing the handle, he opened it but did not yet step through. “After you…” he directed. She nodded, and moved past Fenrir, leaving the cottage.

“Have fun you two.” Willow commented from the hall as they departed. Fenrir gave her a nod, and then proceeded to exit behind Rose.

Outside, the scenery was covered in a blissful white. It was chilly, but not too cold. The wind was gentle with an occasional breeze. It was a beautiful morning with clear sky, and the sunlight glistened off the brilliant snow. Fenrir and Rose quietly walked side by side, taking in this serene atmosphere as they made their way toward town.

As they walk, once again their images contradict each other; petite red beside broad grey. Their forms foiled each other firmly; he made her seem smaller, and in turn he seemed taller. After a few minutes passed, Fenrir carefully moved to hold her hand. He caught it, clutching it loosely. He was allowing her the option to break the grip if she so chose, not knowing what reaction his movement would provoke.

[Lala Kitty]

Rose sucked in a quiet breath as Fenrir grabbed her hand, completely caught off guard by the small display of affection. She looked at him purposefully, trying to see his motive, but he was completely at ease, although the couple had already held hands many times over.

"Casanova," Rose muttered softly, although her hand enclosed over his anyway & she made no move to pull away. Fenrir was so much bolder than any man who sought her affections before, Jack included. she found herself enjoying it though, his easy but firm approach to become closer taking away her shyness.

The city was rather busy that day, & Rose found herself walkout closer to Fenrir, even as people stared quietly. The town wasn't very big, & the last word on Rose was that she had picked Jack as her suitor, not some foreigner. Rose tried not to be intimidated & did her usual rounds to the bakeries, knowing she would have to face Jack today.