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Post by Tirael on Sept 21, 2009 22:28:04 GMT -6
So TELL her, you big oaf!
Tampa's words were still floating around Tirael's mind hours after she'd spoken them. And she was right, of course. He couldn't deny it. The only problem now was whether or not trying to tell her would just make him freeze up and look weird.
This should be fun, right?
The sun had already set, though it still illuminated the sky in a soft orange glow. The clouds looked like they were painted, and Tirael couldn't help but stare at them as he finished a duty shift around the makeshift campsite thrown together in the aftermath of the flood. The rains had stopped two days ago, and yet Camp Moss was still completely submerged, and probably would be for a long time. However, this was all in the back of the young healer's mind; he was busy talking to himself, trying to figure out how to tell Fern.
"Uhh, it can't be too direct, or I'll look like I want to have her just to have her...but I can't beat around the bush either...maybe a note?...no, I can't, it's too impersonal...come on..."
Putting a paw over his eyes in frustration, he allowed himself a moment to calm down. This wasn't going to work if he spent the rest of his life planning. It would just happen naturally, and that was that. "Oh Fern, why is it so hard to tell you!..." he said unhappily, and as he turned to stow away the roll of bandages in his paw, he froze when he saw the object of his affection right there. The cloth remained tightly grasped in his paw and he looked at Fern with a sort of anxious fear.
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Sept 21, 2009 23:10:15 GMT -6
"Oh Fern, why is it so hard to tell you!..."
"Yeah, right here, silly!" Fern said, placing the tray in her paws on the low "table" at her side. She turned towards the sunset, paw over eyes. "Its pretty, isn't it?" She asked, before grabbing his wrist as she plopped on the ground. "Time to eat." she said matter-of-factly. "Arula said you haven't eaten all day. Cook made vegetable soup, and we have this morning's bread."
She distributed the food, two bowls of the steaming soup, tankers of water and warmed bannocks open and steaming. They ate in silence for a few minutes before she spoke up again. "Tell me what?" She asked her friend, picking an ant off of her dress as she waited.
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Post by Tirael on Sept 22, 2009 0:11:39 GMT -6
"Yeah, right here, silly!"Laughing nervously, Tirael felt a small burst of hope that Fern hadn't overheard him. Certainly, it didn't seem like she knew what he was saying at the least... "Its pretty, isn't it?""Yeah...yeah, it is," he said, though he only glanced at the sky for a moment, and wasn't thinking about it as he spoke. When she grabbed his wrist, he tried not to gasp. The little things she did were always so amazing... "Time to eat. Arula said you haven't eaten all day. Cook made vegetable soup, and we have this morning's bread."Setting down the bandages, Tirael gave Fern a mock glare. "She said that, did she? Well..." Letting the expression go, he said resignedly, "I suppose she's right. Besides, that sounds delicious." Tucking into the soup gratefully, he stole glances at Fern every few sips. He found it amusing, her expression as she ate. She looked so serious, as though this was some important duty assigned to her, and yet she took it with pleasure. He found himself wondering what she was thinking, and if it was anything like what was going through his own head... "Tell me what?"Unfortunate enough to be midway through drinking the last bits of broth from his bowl, what would have been a gasp turned into an accidentally large gulp of soup, and Tirael felt dread clench his gut as he coughed. Repeatedly. This wasn't going at all like what he wanted, but he couldn't just lie to her, could he? Steeling himself, he turned and said, "Fern, I-" But looking at her proved to be too much. His mouth still open, the words caught just before they made it out, and he spent a few seconds wrestling with it, a confused expression crossing over his face. "...I-uh...maybe I should just write it..." Taking a stick, he found a nice little patch of dirt, took a deep breath, and began to write. I
LOVE
YOU Though it was a bit illegible due to the shaking of his paw, it was clear enough, and set in stone. No turning back now...
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Sept 22, 2009 10:30:54 GMT -6
"She said that, did she? Well..." Letting the expression go, he said resignedly, "I suppose she's right. Besides, that sounds delicious."
“Of course she’s right,” Fern said, watching him from under her eyelashes as she paid only a small amount of attention to the napkin she was unfolding in her lap. “Arula’s always right, didn’t you know?” She winked exaggeratedly, as if letting him in on some great secret. The older squirrel maid was usually right, and with the resoluteness and stubbornness to press her views on others, she usually brought them around to her way of thinking, but she did it so kindheartedly nobeast seemed to mind.
Fern sighed with quiet exasperation as Tirael continued to eat his meal obliviously. She’d found that, over the past year, her feelings for the young otter had grown stronger than merely friendship, but he didn’t seem to feel the same way, and she didn’t want to ruin the very good friendship they did have, in favor of a more romantic relationship that they didn’t have. Eating the last bite of her bread as she waited for Tir to answer her question, she reflected on this last thought. Nor were ever likely to have, if she was reading things right.
Tirael burst into a coughing fit, and Fern started half out of her chair, before remembering his instruction on cases just like this when she’d begun her work in the infirmary. ”If a creature is coughing and making noise, they probably just swallowed the wrong way. They can still breathe, and excavate the obstruction on their own. If, however, you pound them on the back, they may get the object more firmly lodged and not be able to breathe at all. Now, if they can’t breathe, this is what you do…”
"Fern, I-"
She started, brought out of her reverie by a hesitant voice. She couldn’t help but smile, Tirael was so timid sometimes that a beast wouldn’t look past that, but she knew, from the battles they’d been in, as well as from her observations of his interaction with his family and even his patients, that he had a kind and resolute heart, and a protectiveness that served him well.
"...I-uh...maybe I should just write it..."
“Write what?” She asked, what could be so important that he’d have to write it? What would give him such hesitancy that he’d have to—maybe he’d noticed her feelings and wanted to let her down lightly… maybe—no, that wasn’t possible.
Was it?
She watched with trepidation as he started sketching in the dirt.
I
Her heart contracted, he was going to say it, tell her he didn’t feel the same way, he—
LOVE
She sat frozen for a moment, eyes locked on the words.
YOU
He loved her too! She felt light, dizzy, as though she were going to float straight through the forest canopy to the top of the world, and it was a heady feeling. “You… do?” She asked finally.
After what seemed like an eternity she unthawed, reaching across the narrow table to hug him. “I love you too.” She whispered.
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Post by Tirael on Sept 22, 2009 16:19:30 GMT -6
Taking another deep breath to keep himself from having a heart attack, Tirael let the stick drop out of his paw and stared at what he'd just etched crudely into the dirt. It was rather ugly, when he thought about it, and who would want a relationship that started in a patch of dirt?
“You… do?”
Oh no, she doesn't feel the same way, I ruined our friendship, she's going to avoid me forever!... With these and other thoughts clawing at his heart, he nodded nervously. "Yes," he managed in a loud whisper. She looked so shocked, so horrified...why did he have to tell her? Why did he have to get so greedy, wanting more from Fern when she was already such a great friend to him? Now he wouldn't have a friend or a girlfriend! He'd ruined e-
“I love you too.”
At first just startled by the hug, he had no time to think before she uttered what he'd longed to hear for so long. Joy crept into every part of him, and after a moment's hesitation in which he thought this was too good to be true, he wrapped his arms around Fern. At first a tentative gesture, the realization that this was all very real gripped him, and he felt a burst of elation. Pushing the table aside with one of his legs, he moved closer, relishing the embrace as time slowed to a stop. Nothing else could be more important than this, more more fulfilling. She loved him. She loved him!
"I..." The couple moved to a more loose embrace, allowing Tirael to look Fern in the face. Knowing that she loved him too made it so easy now to talk to her, and he felt like he should take advantage of that. "I've loved you since we met, Fern. You're so beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and I think I'm babbling, but I just love you..."
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Post by terg on Dec 9, 2009 16:26:18 GMT -6
OOC: hope you don't mind....
BIC: Ephriam passed by the two otters a few yards away. He held his own steaming bowl of soup in his paw and was so engrossed in eating it he didn't notic that events taking place just a ways away. Drops of water clung to his long whiskers, from what he didn't know. He flicked them off and in doing so obstructed his veiw of the soup for a bare second.
He raised his gaze from the now empty bowl and let it fall to his side, still in his paw. He glanced around and nearly skipped over Tirael and Fern but did a quick double take and saw the hug. Though he was to far away to hear any words he had a faint idea of what was going on. He was a male and didn't really have any intrest or knowledge in romantic things but it was pretty evident what was occuring. The writing in the dirt was also a bit of a clue...
Fern and Tirael where both young, and Ephriam had no trouble seeing them together. Slightly embaressed to be looking at them in their happy moment though he turned and took a step back toward the makeshift kitchen to return his dish.
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