THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
Trygve had done some thinking and well, he had already nearly died a few days ago only to frown. His mind being cluttered with several thoughts, his heart racing within his chest as he tried to figure out what he would do and his feelings for her weren't exactly hidden per say. He was sure if people put shit together they would know that he liked Aine and has for quite some time now yet he had been quiet about it with Aine seeing as he didn't want to risk their friendship. Or die from embarrassment that she probably didn't feel the same, he could only imagine how awkward it would be but he supposed if he never said anything then she would never know.
Trygve rose to his paws with a limp, his teeth gritted in pain but he'd get some poppy seeds later for now, he had to get ready. He had to look a lot better than what he currently looked like, which was shit. How did anyone even go about this kind of thing? He had seen his mother in several somewhat relationships yet it had been the guys who normally asked shit, he was definitely no expert on how to ask Aine if she would go on a date with him but he did know that she loved flowers. He would get her flowers. Maybe he was overthinking it? He was only asking her out to a date at the moment, he took in a deep breath. He went though most of the forest in search of a few flowers; hibiscus, marigold, white pansies, and some ferns to make it look a bit bigger than it actually was.
Everything hurt at the time but it was ignored, he wanted to go on a date with his best friend. That wasn't entirely weird, right? He swallowed as he made his way back to the treehouse where they both lived only to wince remembering Gael's existence, as if asking his own best friend on a date wasn't awkward enough... Her father would surely be there. It's now or never, Ry. He thought with a puff of his chest before finding his voice despite how hoarse it was at the moment "Aine? I gotta question for you," It was just a date. Just a date. Date. Anxiety took a grip of him as he stood there. He was really gonna do this, huh?
Trygve rose to his paws with a limp, his teeth gritted in pain but he'd get some poppy seeds later for now, he had to get ready. He had to look a lot better than what he currently looked like, which was shit. How did anyone even go about this kind of thing? He had seen his mother in several somewhat relationships yet it had been the guys who normally asked shit, he was definitely no expert on how to ask Aine if she would go on a date with him but he did know that she loved flowers. He would get her flowers. Maybe he was overthinking it? He was only asking her out to a date at the moment, he took in a deep breath. He went though most of the forest in search of a few flowers; hibiscus, marigold, white pansies, and some ferns to make it look a bit bigger than it actually was.
Everything hurt at the time but it was ignored, he wanted to go on a date with his best friend. That wasn't entirely weird, right? He swallowed as he made his way back to the treehouse where they both lived only to wince remembering Gael's existence, as if asking his own best friend on a date wasn't awkward enough... Her father would surely be there. It's now or never, Ry. He thought with a puff of his chest before finding his voice despite how hoarse it was at the moment "Aine? I gotta question for you," It was just a date. Just a date. Date. Anxiety took a grip of him as he stood there. He was really gonna do this, huh?
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan