forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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Chuckling, lifted another spoonful of soup to my mouth. “Whatever you say, love.”

I put a few coins on the table before I stood up. “Come, let’s go,” I held out my hand for Elle to take. “Do you want to walk around?”

“Yes,” I answered happily, slipping my hand into his. “Please.”

I intertwined our fingers together as we exited the restaurant, keeping her close to me. When I noticed men staring at her, I tightened my hold on her.

“Maybe we should behave this time,” I mused. “What do you say?”

“That’s true,” I murmured, shifting uncomfortably beneath the stares I was getting.

I let go of her hand to wrap my arm around her shoulder, face twisting coldly. I was, perhaps, acting too possessive, but this girl was mine. I would rip out eyeballs of those who dared look at her.

“Oh, do you want to check that place out?” I shifted my gaze towards a music store. “You like music, don’t you?”

I nodded quickly, my face lighting up at the sight of the store. “That would be great, actually. Can we? Do you like music?”

“It’s good,” I shrugged, leading her towards the store. “Because of my schedule, I didn’t exactly get enough time to listen to music, but I did occasionally try.”

“I like classical music. Big orchestras,” I began to ramble. “Strings instruments and brass. And woodwinds. I love the music violas and oboes produce, it’s so rich and beautiful. But cellos are nice, too! I’m not a huge fan of trumpets.”

I looked at her in adoration, finding it quite cute when she rambled on like that.

“So basically, those are a must when we reveal your identity,” I mused to myself. “I’ll make sure you’ll have all the music you desire.”

I suddenly shut my mouth, flushing pink when I realized how much I’d been rambling. It took a moment for me to comprehend his question, but once I did, my eyes turned bashfully downward. “You don’t have to do that for me..”

I snorted. “Of course I do,” I told her, smiling softly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you comfortable.”

The musty smell of the records shop hit me full in the face the moment we entered. I smiled at the memories that rose to mine of the very similar ship near my house. “The feeling is mutual, love..”

“I’m glad it is,” I sent her a grin, one that was only reserved for her. I looked around the room, records meeting my eyes. “Well, look around.”

Blushing lightly, I turned in a slow circle, scanning the labels on each shelf.

"This way!"

I followed after her, reaching out for her hand.

“Which music do you like, Elle?” I questioned her.

"Mozart, Shubert, Tchaikovsky," I began to list, grinning widely as I ran a hand along one shelf. "Bach is nice, too. Tchaikovsky's my favourite, though. I like Symphony No. 5, have you heard it?"

I looked at her as if I’d never seen her before. “I… have heard of neither of those,” I finally answered. “I have, however, heard of Tchaikovsky, but not much.”

I blinked up at him.

"You don't know Mozart? Or Bach? Or Shubert?"

I shook my head, rubbing the back of my head.

“I have not,” I replied. “But I suppose you’ll teach me, right?”

“Mozart?” I blinked incredulously. “The most famous classical composer?? Of course I'll teach you!”

“Well, good,” I laughed at her. “Look around, take whatever you need.”

I was off before he could say much else, skimming each shelf, pouring over each limited edition record.

“Wow…” I murmured to myself, flipping over a more modern rendition of my favourite composition.

I kept my eyes on Elle, watching her have a little of her fangirl moment. Why was she so adorable? My heart swelled each time she showed me different sides of her, and each side made me fall in love with her deeper.

The longer I stared, the more the illusion disappeared from my eyes. I began to imagine my Elle, with her short hair and quirky smile, and the beautiful freckles on her nose.

I ran my fingers along the edge of the previous object in my hands, oblivious to the way my boyfriend was watching me. “Can I take this one?” I asked without raising my head, a tiny smile tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” I murmured, too caught up in her to even register what she was saying. “Take whatever you want. Anything you need, it’s all yours.”