❨ blackberry winter | beryl&violet | event two ❩
Apr 16, 2019 21:38:58 GMT -5
Post by tris 🍒 on Apr 16, 2019 21:38:58 GMT -5
He finds comfort in Violet's dazed expression, her cotton candy thoughts; and the fact that she smells of lavender and honeysuckle doesn't hurt her case, either. Beryl's a man of expensive tastes, a glutton for pleasure — and if anything, he believes that he has found a companion in the girl. Sure, the odds are stacked against them for this challenge, but he just shrugs it off with a lazy roll of his eyes.
Who cares if their competitors underestimate them? Violet's invitation had been a last minute decision, and Beryl still has more than enough wealth to fall back on should he fail — what do they have to lose? Something, yes, but not everything. He hooks his arm through hers when the challenge begins, ten bodies scrambling for the exits. Rushing doesn't suit him.
"What are you thinking?" And he considers waiting for an answer, truly, but his hypocrisy rears its ugly head. "I want to try the restroom first. We had to wake up so early, I hardly had time to freshen up." He laughs, bright and warm, maintaining the right amount of eye contact. Even the nectar of a venus flytrap is sweet. "We're going to be fast friends, I just know it. Tell me all about your favorite flower as we walk."
Minutes later, they arrive at their destination. He detaches himself from Violet and approaches the mirror, adjusting his hair and smirking at his reflection with pride. "People think these curls are au naturel, but that's a lie. Years of careful grooming are to blame." He turns to face her, fingers still twirling a lock resting against his forehead. "Is it the same for your plants? Or are they born beautiful?"
How wonderful it would be, he thinks
— to be a rose without thorns.table: dars