forum Ivy & The Vines: a Peculiar Love Story (O/O)

Started December 10, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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"Thank you sir Pierre. Very kind of you." She smiled picking the tea cup up gently.

The cups were a deliberately chosen pearl, shining vaguely of the rainbow. "It's no problem, Ms. Clara." His tea cup lofted up to his lips— but he didn't drink it, necessarily, his attention lingered on the floating fragrant leaves of rosemary as if it gave him a thought. He smiled just so and sipped.

She did so as well and felt a smile curl on her lips. "This is lovely!" She complimented.

His attention floated back to the stranger on his couch. "…Oh? Oh, delightful," Pierre replied with a distant fancy.

"You alright Mister Pierre?" She asked setting the delicate glass aside.

"Entirely," he insisted ejth a little squint of his eyes. "Ms. Clara may i ask something of you?"

"Ask me anything my good sir." She nodded with a gentle look.

He tapped his pinkie against the fragile ceramic. "Has anything peculiar crossed your path lately?"

"Not really. Well I mean- besides the fact I misplace things all too often." She sighed picking up the cup again.

He leaned back in the armchair. "Right, well," he nodded, "Good,"

"May I ask you a question Mister Pierre?" She asked now wondering why he would ask a question like that.

The young man's attention perked. This in itself was an invitation of a yes, go on.

"Why are you so interested in me? It honestly seems a little strange in itself. No offense intended." She replied in a questioning tone.

He breathed in. "Intuition," he answered. "But, feel free to let when you like, Ms. Clara. I don't want to spook you," he humored faintly, but meant it.

"I'm alright for now Mister Pierre. Just a little curious that's all." She hummed sipping her tea again.

"I see you met Carmine," he looked over to his sweet cat, whom trilled sociably back to her owner.

"I did, she's very sweet." Clara smiled setting the half empty cup aside. She reached over and scratched the cat's stomach.

"Carmine is nearly seventeen," he commented with pride. "Energetic and as youthful as ever.."

"Sounds like my father." She laughed picking up the cat.

He smiled candidly. Oh, he could relate too terribly to that. "How's your father then..? Old?"

"Not exactly so, only 47." She nodded petting the kitty.

He yipped his head to one side. "Fair, fair. My father is nearly fifty two." He replied.

"He isn't that old." She nodded reaching over going to pick up her tea cup, but came to a warm ring where her cup had been. "Odd…"

Pierre lifted his chin to look. He breathed in sharp, "Oh, did it— is Carmine still on your lap? She knocks drinks over—" he commented quickly.

Clara lifted the kitty up to show him. "Right here. It's just my life. I misplace things all of the time." She sighed setting her down.