http://didntsayeatcake.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] didntsayeatcake.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2010-10-05 10:06 pm
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*Dressed and ready to go hunting*

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now he wishes he had not brought it up.]

There was an accident, and one of his grooms was killed, and he never hunted at all after that, and would not allow me to learn to ride until after he had passed away. But he did not enjoy any physical activities. He was very portly. Like I am.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's what he gets for blurting something out and not deliberating over his words for forty-five minutes before saying them.]

Not those things such as: dancing, but...I had not ever considered that. It is certainly better than be sickly, as I was as a child.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
A hammer is not terribly heavy, you know.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
You will have to come to my forge and see for yourself.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There are no mud puddles.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks thoughtful. He halts his horse near another puddle, and dismounts into it. He scoops up handfuls of gunk and smears his hunting habit with it.]

We will tell her it was my fault: that you were only helping me, and I soiled your clothing.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He shrugs.]

But this time she will not.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles back, and gets remounted.]

Let us find our stag again. Or at least some wild birds.

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Seated on his horse, but only paying attention to one thing.]

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Here's one more outright stare, although it's not at all disapproving. Louis does look like he might topple off his horse at any second, and he is breathing very unattractively through his mouth, but his half-lidded eyes are unusually bright and a little glassy. She is so graceful; even without her voluminous skirts she appears to float when she walks. And, just as it had at the opera, the world has bent and parted at her very whim. And she does not seem to have any idea that it has done so at all. She is so kind, even reality hopes to please her.]

Not at all, Madame.

[He nods at the unmounted horse beside him.]

Will you join us?

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Realizing she has caught him staring, he quickly glances down at his horse's withers. He fiddles with his reins.]

Yes.

[He clears his throat.]

Your outfit is very...appropriate.

[The shape of her body is enticingly clear, and at the same time: she seems less fragile than usual.]

I hope your horse is to your liking?

[identity profile] kingofawkward.livejournal.com 2010-10-06 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Worried?

[He has no idea what his face looks like sometimes. And it's probably for the best.

Louis summons up all of his tact. Every last drop.]

You look...far decent-er than I.

[And then he makes himself very busy patting his mount's neck so no one can see how red he is. His hunting party is very politely ignoring them. They're good men, all.]

She is called Belle.

[And she is so chestnut she is nearly gold.]

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