forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy looked up at Arvil’s phone, smiling when she saw the photos. “Oh, nice! Yeah, we should call and see if we can visit sometime.”

“Did you find anything that you liked?” Arvil questioned, cocking his head to the side. “And anything that you’d want for the wedding?”

“I found decorations idea the other day, and I found another venue just now,” Daisy said, turning her phone around to show Arvil. “It’s not as big, so we might have to find a place to hold the reception, but I planned for that.”

Arvil scrolled through the images, humming. “This looks good,” he mused. “Ah, this isn’t wedding related, but I just remembered—do you want to look for a house? Couples usually do that, right? Look for a house together.”

Arvil’s place was big enough to house at least four people—courtesy of his grandfather, who left the place for him—but he wanted Daisy to have the opportunity to search for things like that. He was stealing lots of things from her. The least he could do was give her an opportunity to feel a married life that started with love.

Daisy blinked, her lips parting in surprise. “O-oh… Uh, sure. Sure, yeah, actually. That would be— that would be great. Yeah. Let’s do that,” she stuttered, shocked.

“Is that a good shock, or a bad one?” Arvil questioned, quirking an eyebrow. He tried not to look at her lips. That was a terrible idea.

“Um. Good, I guess? I mean, it will definitely be nice to move out of my small apartment and into a larger house,” Daisy said with a shrug. “Thank you for offering, Arvil.”

“Don’t thank me,” Arvil said with a shrug of his own. “I want you to experience these things, too. Just because… you know, doesn’t mean you don’t get the right to enjoy it.”

Daisy blushed a bit, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Well, thank you, anyway. You don’t have to do this for me, but you still are. It— it means a lot to me. A lot.”

“Well, we Davis men like to keep our women happy and satisfied. It runs in the family,” Arvil hummed, trying to pretend he hadn’t not meant to say ‘our women.’ It just… slipped out. He really should be careful with his words.

Daisy’s blinked and raised her eyebrows slightly. “‘Our women’? Am I your woman, now?”

Arvil rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, it slipped out,” he winced. “Sometimes I forget the truth.”

“Which is what, exactly?” Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. She just wanted to know what he thought of all this. Why did he react the way he did toward her?

Arvil sighed. How was he supposed to phrase his words now? If he was honest, she’d know he liked her. If he told the bitter truth, she’d push him away. He was cornered.

“The truth that you’re not really going to be my wife,” he responded softly. “The truth that this whole thing between us are just webs of lies. But my wanting to keep you happy—not because I want something out of it—keeps blurring out the line between what’s real and what’s not. And I hope you know I don’t mean to own you. I will never dare to even think I do.”

Daisy narrowed her eyes slightly, not out of anger or anything of the like, but from confusion and wonder about what he meant. Of course this wasn’t real. She hated hat it wasn’t. She had always wanted to be married one day, but she had always thought it would be to someone she loved and not for mutual benefits… But he had also said he wanted to keep her happy, and that was a little confusing. Why did he want her happy? He barely knew her, after all…

“Oh,” she finally managed to murmur. “Well, I’m glad you don’t think you do, and… I’m glad you want me to be happy.”

The waiter granted Arvil mercy and arrived with their food and drinks. He set them on their table, asked if they needed anything, and left once they said no.

“Well, darling,” Arvil smirked at her. “Have a bite of your very first shawarma.”

Daisy rolled her eyes at his smirk and took a bite of the food in front of her. She nodded slowly as she chewed, taking in the flavor with a smile. “It’s good,” she mumbled after swallowing and before taking another bite. “Really good.”

Arvil was observing Daisy as she took a bite, humming when she commented on it. He picked his own food up and took a bite, loving the taste that exploded in his mouth.

“Isn’t it?” He hummed. “I’m glad I brought you here.”

Daisy nodded, continuing to eat her shawarma. “Mmhm. Me too,” she mumbled around a bite before chewing and swallowing.

“So we’ve found two wedding venues. I’ll most likely be free next Sunday; would you like to go see in that time?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink.

“Let me check my schedule,” Daisy hummed, grabbing her phone and going through her calendar. “I have a meeting from nine to ten-thirty, but we could meet at eleven?”

“Sounds good,” Arvil swallowed his bite before he continued. “I’ll pick you up?”

“From my apartment? Sure,” Daisy agreed with a nod. “We still would need to call them and check that we can visit them. We might have to set up appointments to do so.”

“Do you want to do that, or should I?” Arvil took another sip of his drink, moving his straw in his glass.

“Would you mind? I don’t particularly care for phone calls,” Daisy said with a shrug, picking up her milkshake and taking a drink of it.