Re: OLD POST!!!!!

[BayMickey]

(I got one.)

Alexander silently moved closer to the shore of the lake, the one where Fayre's overdress lay. He quietly picked it up, retreating back into the forest. Alexander slung the dress on a branch only he could reach. He walked back out into the open, this time so Fayre could see him. His facial expression showed no guiltyness (that's not a word).

[Guest]

Fayre looked up and stared at him. She sat up and yawned slightly, looking around for her overdress. When she didn't see it, a confused look crossed her face. "Alexander, where is my gown?" She asked, getting to her feet. She felt rather weird in her thin underdress and bodice that was quite visible underneath it.

[BayMickey]

Alexander shrugged. "I do not know, Fayre." He walked around the lake, looking for it. "Well, that's puzzling..." Alexander rubbed his rubbled chin, looking back at Fayre. "That's unfortunate."

(Ugh.)

[Guest]

Fayre crossed her arms and stared at Alexander. “You sure didn’t look very hard, did you?” Fayre got to her feet and walked over to Alexander, poking him in the middle of the chest rather harshly. “Cut out the princely act, Alexander. Where did you put it?”

[BayMickey]

"What princely act? I didn't touch it. You've got the wrong man." Alexander reframed from poking her back, and kept staring blankly at Fayre. "I wonder what you'll parents thing when you walk into the castle with only and underdress..."

[Guest]

Fayre crossed her arms angrily. “Alexander, are you forgetting we used to be childhood friends? You’re not going to hoodwink me, princeling.” Fayre snapped. At his comment, she blushed furiously. “I’m not going to go back to the castle without it! My father would be disgusted with me. He’d think I was up to something. And I, as you should very well know, am not one to fool around with the likes of you!” Fayre said, glaring at him sourly.

[BayMickey]

"With me? Well, I'm the best man you'll ever meet! I'm rich, supporting myself with my own job. I have a good personality. And i'm a price. Your father likes me. And he knows it. He couldn't deny it." Alexander smirked, crossing his arms like Fayre. "And you do too." He smiled, walking back towards the forest. "Well, I'll be going now. Good luck with finding your dress."

[Guest]

Fayre’s jaw dropped at Alexander’s absurd statements. “I do not fancy you, Alexander,” Fayre snapped defensively and watched as he turned around to leave. Fayre stomped after him and gripped his shoulder, tighter than a normal woman would’ve been able to, “Alexander! I know you hid it.” Hating to having to resort to begging, Fayre put a sour look on her face before commenting, “Please give it back? Or are you just some gross pervert who likes to see women in their underclothes?”

[BayMickey]

Alexander didn't say a word, but raised his hand. He extended his pointer finger and pointed towards the tree in which it was hanging. He turned again, smiling, and walking back towards home.

(Fail.)

[Guest]

Fayre turned her head to see her dress slung upon a tree branch, which she immediately knew she wasn’t tall enough to reach. She let out an angry groan before turning back to Alexander. “How do you expect me to get that!?” She spat, waving at it dramatically. “Ugh! You’re so immature, Alexander!” Fayre said before walking over to the tree. So, she couldn’t reach it. That meant? Improvise.

[BayMickey]

Alexander called out behind him. "I expect you to climb!"

'Nuff said.

[Guest]

[ lol ]

Fayre, when she heard him, turned and stared at him, mouth agape. Did he really expect her to climb? In a dress!? Shaking her head in disapproval, Fayre decided her idea of improvising would work in her benefit. She sat down on the ground and took out a small pocketknife she tended to keep in her bodices, cutting a large piece of cloth out from her underdress at the rim.

[BayMickey]

Alexander stopped, not hearing an answer. He walked back towards where the dress was, seeing Fayre on the ground. "If you'd admit it, I'll get it down." Alexander smirked, putting his hand on the branch in witch the dress was hanging from.

[Guest]

Fayre looked up, staring at Alexander, who looked quite pleased with himself. Feigning curiosity, Fayre asked, “Admit what? I don’t know what I’m supposed to be admitting.” She looked back down at her dress and continued to cut a strand off.

[BayMickey]

"You know. I remember that little curly-haired girl admitting she had a desire for me to court her." Alexander smiled, remembering the little purple rose she had given him, picking from his mother's garden. Purple roses only grew in Amara, and Fayre had loved them, admiring the color.

[Guest]

Fayre’s head shot up immediately, her cheeks a rosy pink blush. Returning the pocketknife to a special place in her bodice, Fayre scrambled to her feet. “Are you suggesting that I admit I want you to court me now? After all these years you expect me to open myself up to you again?” Fayre couldn’t lie on the inside, however. A pang of longing shot through her as she remembered those days. She had wanted Alexander to court her. They were young and reckless, however, and Fayre learned soon enough not to live off of dreams. She was older now and should’ve gotten to her senses, but whatever she seemed to do, Alexander toyed with her mind and made her think otherwise, sometimes going completely against her own beliefs.

[BayMickey]

Alexander shook his head. "No. That was not what I was saying. I was trying to get you to say that you didn't hate me, like you act. But, you just proved otherwise." Alexander smirked, removing the dress from the branch. He handed it to Fayre. "There you go. Now. Tomorrow?"

[Guest]

Fayre opened her mouth to object, but quickly thought otherwise and dropped her gaze to the ground, taking her dress from him without another word. When he offered to see her the next night, same place, she took a moment to reply. “Fine, I’ll meet with you tomorrow night.” With as much dignity as she could muster, Fayre donned the overdress and marched back towards her kingdom, head held high.

[BayMickey]

(You want to skip to tommorrow?)

[Guest]

[ yeah, let's ]

[BayMickey]

uh, could u post first since i did last time we skipped?

[Guest]

Fayre was once again wearing a dress she could easily allow to get wet, and a smaller bodice than last time. She didn’t like the fact that the full-body bodice she’d worn yesterday was still wet, so she decided wearing one that was smaller and would dry quicker would be in her best interest. Fayre was sitting by the lake now, staring out over its glossy surface. It was a lovely sight, and she dipped her toes in the water from where she sat, perched on the white sand banks.

[BayMickey]

Alexander was dressed in his formal wear this morning, and didn't want to change. He decided to ride his horse today, tacking him and getting ready. This time, Alexander brought a bottle of brandy, for him, and some Amara wine for Fayre. He put the drinks in his saddle bag, going towards the lake in which he planned to meet the woman. He traveled swiftly, trying to get there before anyone noticed. When he arrived, he jumped off his horse, then let it roam freely. "Hello there." Alexander flashed a pearly white smile.

[Guest]

Fayre turned, getting up and picking up the lavender-colored skirts of her dress, walking away from the lake and smiling back. “Why, hello,” she commented, as if she weren’t expecting him to be here so early—or late, whichever it was. She glanced at his horse, then smiled, “Should’ve brought Blaze, hm?” she jested before smiling and carefully picking her way back to the spot she’d previously been sitting and spreading out her skirts around her, the silky fabric getting its rims wet in the water.

[BayMickey]

Alexander shrugged, walking towards the large rock. "I cannot plan on swimming today." He frowned, crossing his arms around his chest. he leaned against the rock, looking down at the woman. "Which is quite unfortunate." He smiled again, it staining his burly face.

(Ugh.)

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