Guinevere Auclair

"oof," he lets out involuntarily, turning around and placing his hands against her shoulders to stabilize her. there's a flush to her cheeks. was she exhausted from working all day? nervous?

when he sees her eyes dance briefly between himself and the fireworks, he understands. "we can sit and watch the fireworks on that hill over there." he points to a mound of green and brown. already, a dozen other couples were there and he could hear children laughing in the same direction.

greyson doesn't judge her choice of ice cream, instead he approaches the man. "uh, one orange cream and a vanilla please. waffle cones." the man complies and sets to making their order.

"you can try mine too, if you want."

Guinevere Auclair

greyson frowned, turning from her to the hill. "i mean, it's really no trouble at all? but, also, if you don't want too, we don't have too."  he shrugged slightly. pushing to do something, even if he had a hunch she wanted to, was not a good thing. in the end he'd go with whatever she wanted.

greyson blinks at her question. it was a perfectly valid was, surely. but not something that was commonly asked.

"in case you wanted to see what it tasted like. maybe you'd want to get it next time you went for ice cream," he confessed, eyes searching her face for.. something. was she on guard? it'd make sense, they had only just met less than ten minutes ago.

had she.. never been on a date?

Guinevere Auclair

her reaction is unprecedented. the way her face flushes more; how she looks away; and even how she admits that she does want to watch the fireworks. greyson's grin turns mischievous. his nerves vanish in the face of hers and he settles into this 'date' more comfortably.

"i do. i want to watch them with you," he admits, violet eyes intensely pursuing the gray in hers. he's pulled away at the scratch of the older man's throat, arms holding out two waffle coned ice creams.

he takes the two cones, thanking for the man, before handing the orange one to her.

"here. give it a try."

Guinevere Auclair

"i do," he reaffirms, voice soft, but unwavering.

he reaches out for his cone and finally, hands gwen hers. it's untouched. "it is. but i like sweet things." he pressures his mouth against the orange cone and takes a small piece off, wary of brushing it against his teeth. his lips still holding a trace of the orange cream.

"shall we go find a seat?"

Guinevere Auclair

for the first time tonight, greyson truly sees her eyes light up. the fireworks like miniature stars in the pools of her soft grays. he wanted to lose himself in them. to stay there and be never leave.

he couldn't.

he wouldn't.

he shouldn't.

her lips part into a smile and he knows for an arceus given fact that he has.

she moves past, pulling him not by physical force but by his wanting alone. he licks his lips in involuntary imitation and tastes the orange cream leftover.

but the blush doesn't rise in his cheeks, instead, he chases after. his heart in his throat.