I looked in his sky blue eyes and I felt like I could feel the sun shining out of them by how warmly he was looking at me. But I’ll respect whatever answer you give me.” And if you give me your permission to court you, I’d like to try figuring out how to go about doing it.” I want to kiss you good morning and goodnight. I want to talk to you every waking moment. But what I do know is that I want to be with you every chance I get. “How do you court someone you’re married to?” I felt a flush immediately fan my cheeks and travel to my neck and ears. “So, Seraphina Syverson, would you do me the honor of letting me court you?” And since I can’t ask you to marry me again I want to try and right what I did wrong as best I can,” he said. “I know this is a bit backwards seeing as we’re already married but I didn’t propose to you properly like I should have. From behind his back he pulled out a bouquet of daisies, bluebells and brown-eye susans and held them out to me. “I got something for you.” He came over to the blanket and knelt down on one knee in front of me. “You look a little up to no good,” I teased, smiling back. He was holding one hand behind him and smiling at me. I looked up as soon as I heard Sy come back to the garden. I didn’t have no nightmares that night, just sweet dreams. My mind had enough thoughts a buzzing through it to keep me occupied until I fell asleep. But that night I didn’t bother with my book. He’d been kind and lit the lamp by my bed for me like usual, knowing I liked to read before going to sleep. He didn’t linger long and I listened to him retreat to his own room. They didn’t right away and my heart hammered in my chest thinking about him standing there on the other side, waiting to make sure I got to bed. I closed the door but stood there leaning against it, waiting to hear his footsteps leave. My breath shuddered as he removed his hand, leaving my skin cold in its absence. When he stopped, I looked up at his eyes as they were looking down at mine and I watched that flame from the lamp shining in them, burning hot as the blood in my veins right then. I wanted that moment to just stretch on for eternity. I closed my eyes and soon Sy’s mouth was on mine. He put his hand on my cheek and I leaned into it. “Would it be alright if I asked you for a goodnight kiss?” he asked, his voice low, almost whispering. The light from the lamp he was holding flickered and danced, sending stripes of gold across his face. That night he walked me to my bedroom like he did most evenings so he could tell me goodnight but instead of leaving he stood in the doorway for a moment. All I could do was think about if I’d ever get to kiss him again. When he went back to his chores, I was good for nothing. I craved what his lips could do like the ground craved rain in a drought. I hadn’t ever craved something other than food my whole life but that kiss was sweeter than any honey I’d ever tasted. Those blue eyes were the last thing I saw right before he kissed me. My mind went right to the morning before. I leaned back and looked at the sky while I waited for him. I’d been out there for about half an hour when he said he needed to grab something and for me to sit tight. So I brought a blanket out and sat, talking to him as he worked. He was working in the garden, trying to put up a fence around it to keep the critters out and from eating our food, but when I asked if he needed me to do anything, he said all he needed was for me to keep him company. Like the day before I finished up my chores and went to ask if he needed any help. I wouldn’t’ve been out there if it weren’t for Sy. It was only a color and yet it felt far more than that. It represented happiness and feeling safe and being cared for. I couldn’t recollect when it changed, I’d always loved yellow the most, but somewhere along the way that color meant a little bit more to me than just pretty yellow. But I wasn’t paying those clouds any mind, instead I was looking through them at the bright blue sky. The next day I was sitting on a blanket near the garden, stretched out under the morning sun as I tilted my head back, watching thick cottony clouds roll through. If you’d like to be added/removed, just let me know! Tag List Round 1 - (IF YOU’RE CROSSED OUT IT WON’T LET ME TAG YOU) Warnings: Slight mentions of past parental abuse, discussions of death.Ĭhapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (An arranged marriage AU with Captain Syverson) But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. Summary: The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive.
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