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Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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C'mere, @Imperfect_Autumn~

Name: Arvil Davis

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6'0

(Looks cool, but really he's just a dork.)

Personality: Pouty, charming, a dork and incredibly arrogant. He makes remarks about his glorious beauty as often as he can, and he has an air of mystery, swagger, and sensuality surrounding him. He's also calm, casual, courteous and graceful, but also a shameless flirt to an extent. Despite all of that, he's a kind, generous and a loving person. He cares a lot about the people he loves and would go to the extreme to defend them. He loves very fiercely and passionately, and often times this intense love puts him in a tough position. He's also an affectionate lover, and though he doesn't fluster very easily, he's easy to get to if he holds you close to him.

Flaws: Arrogant, proud.

Favorite Food/drink: N/A

Favorite Animal: Sparrows

Favorite Color: N/A

Favorite Season: N/A

Other: He likes nighttime more than daytime. Cannot dance for his life and his singing is disastrous, so he sings to annoy others.

(Jeohfdjsjbffjksbx
I love him so much kdkdhdndn)

Name: Daisy Riley
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://pin.it/kkpchlnbsif7pe
Usual Outfit: Sweaters and leggings or jeans. Converse or flats of various colors, the most worn being black and light pink.
Personality: She’s a sweetheart with a touch of sass… Actually, she’s got quite a bit of sass. Lol. Her trademark expression is a wink with her tongue sticking out.
Flaws: Doesn’t always realize when it’s a good time to be sassy or when it’s not. Holds a grudge really well.
Favorite Food/Drink: N/A
Favorite Animal: Arctic foxes.
Favorite Color: Light pink and gray.
Favorite Season: Spring.
Other: She likes to write. Like, a lot. She can usually be found scribbling something down in her journal, either a new idea or part of an older one.

Daisy sighed as she stepped into the blessedly-air-conditioned cafe. It was such a relief from the heat outside, and it was just going to get warmer through the day. To make matters worse, she was supposed to be meeting the man her parents wanted her to marry here. And soon, by the look of the clock. That meant her bit of freedom would be ending…

Gavril was a decent man. He was good looking, he was wealthy, and most of all, he was good in bed. That should be enough for women, right? Not. Not for that girl, Daisy Riley. Beautiful, absolutely worth having for a wife. They would be perfect together, Gavril thought. She didn’t. He had sprung up his intentions to marry the beauty when he saw her a month ago—he just wanted to have her—to his parents, who in turn, talked to hers. She always avoided the conversarion. Now… now he could finally have her.

With an air of victory, Gavril entered the café, eyes instantly landing on the woman destined to be his wife. He made his way towards her and sat down.

“If it isn’t my beautiful future wife,” he smirked smugly. “It’s great seeing you after having been avoided for so long.”

Daisy glared across the table at Gavril. Her posture was stiff, shoulders tense and eyes void of emotion. She couldn't let him get to her. Not today of all days.

"Gavril. I am not your future wife," she declared through clenched teeth. "I have no intentions of marrying you."

Gavril frowned, the smirk dropping from his features.

“And why not?” He questioned. “What is it that you find so unappealing?”

What isn’t there?

“You’re rude and proud and arrogant,” Daisy started, her eyes hardening as she met his. And, oh, how the list could go on…

Gavril clenched his fists.

"Oh, and you know someone better?" he said coolly. "Instead of accepting this marriage as you should, you're refusing it. I could give you a life full of pleasure and wealth, yet you toss it away. What could be the reason for that?"

Arvil was annoyed, but he kept it behind his composed mask. He entered the cafe, needing to meet someone. His phone rang and he answered it, pressing it to his ear as he looked around as if he was looking forward to someone.

"Hello, there~" he smiled into the phone. "Missed me? Of course, you did. Why would I ever think otherwise?"

His eyes went towards a couple sitting in the cafe, the woman's face twisted in anger. A lover's spat, maybe? He looked away.

“Yes, in fact, I do know someone better,” Daisy bluffed as her eyes took in the room. There was a man on the phone, and he was rather attractive. She wondered if he would help her with this… With a nod in his direction, her gaze traveled back to Gavril. “Him. That man is my fiancé.”

A nod in his direction. Arvil blinked–what was the woman up to? He froze at her next words.

"Him. That man is my fiance." The man with her immediately snapped his cold gaze towards Arvil.

Well, wasn't that amusing? Arvil had a fiance, one he didn't even know of? Instead of ignoring her statement, he smiled lazily at her.

"Noah, I'll talk to you later, hm?" he made his way towards the woman. "I'll bless you with my presence later."

"Him? You choose that… thing over me?" the man with her snarled and Arvil's face twisted in annoyance. He slipped his phone inside his pocket and moved to stand next to the woman, throwing an arm around her.

"Jealous?" he purred, a hint of warning on his features. "Darling, you never told me you had an asshole bothering you. I would have taken care of him if you had. You didn't need to call me over like this."

So that worked… And now this is awkward. Great. What the heck do I do now?

Daisy shot a feigned loving smile up at the man. “Sorry, love—“ How awkward is was to say that to someone she didn’t even know… “—This isn’t the man I told you about. Remember? The one my parents want me to marry?”

Arvil’s eyes widened as if he remembered, the lazy smile still on his features as he looked at the man up and down, distaste present in his eyes.

“Ah, so this is the one. What did you say his name was again? Grover? Jeremy? Patrick?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “My bad. I tend to forget people who are beneath me.”

“So this cheap shot is the man you’ve chosen, Rose,” the other male turned his attention towards the woman, making Arvil furrow his eyebrows. Rose. Her name? No, it wouldn’t seem right.

“Cheap shot?” He repeated in amusement. “Now that’s funny and ironic.”

“Gavril,” Daisy corrected the man, turning her gaze back to the other. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she continued, “And where did ‘Rose’ come from? Seriously, Gavril, you don’t even know my name and you expect me to marry you?”

Gavril flickered his eyes back towards the woman, fists clenching. It amused Arvil greatly.

“I know what your name is,” Gavril answered, a bit enraged. “Do you truly see me as a fool? That I wouldn’t know who you’re seeing and who you aren’t? I doubt you’ve met this low-born before—and why would you, with your high status?” He turned towards Arvil, who now had a blank expression on his features, fury dancing in his black eyes. “Why don’t you tell me what her name is?”

“He shouldn’t have to prove himself to you,” Daisy declared, settling a glare on the arrogant man before her. “He knows that my name is Daisy, just like you do.”

“I’m the one your parents selected for you,” Gavril nearly snarled. It annoyed Arvil. “I’m the one you’re going to marry.”

Arvil burst out laughing, leaning against the woman—Daisy— for support.

“You know, you amuse me too much,” though his expression was light, the tone of his voice was lethal calm. “Daisy belongs to no one. She chooses who to marry and whose face to slam on a table. Most of all, she’s my fiancée, so please, do us a favor and remove yourself from our presence.”