((Zee I was curious and so I pasted all of that RP into a word document and it’s 47 pages long holy crap))

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“So we’re in love.” He said this as though contemplating the idea. Gradually a grin came to his face and he sprung to his feet, holding her by the waist and spinning her around. “So what’s that mean then, huh?” he laughed, putting Poppy’s feet back on the ground right in front of the wall of windows. Cal put a hand on either side of her, looking to the upper right corner of the room as though he was still thinking. His smile touched both ears as he looked back to her. “That mean we go pickin’ flowers or go out to eat or what?” he joked.

Poppy smiled broadly at his enthusiasm, chuckling a bit as he spun her. She felt just as carefree as he’d sounded and just as happy. It seemed to her to have been so long since she was as happy as she was when she looked into his shining, laughing eyes. Poppy was also glad to hear him sounding more like himself than when she had found him looking over her in the forest.

“We can do anything you want, dear, just as soon as I’ve showered and put on my own clothes.”

At her last sentiment his smile grew playfully devilish. “Y’know,” he said, a hand falling to her hip to slowly drift under her shirt again. “I’d be more than happy to help you get outta these clothes.” 

((calstop
also sorry this is really short OTL)) 

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Poppy allowed herself to grin and took Calvin’s hand. “If you behave yourself, I’ll think about it~” And with this said, she removed his hand from beneath her shirt. But, before placing it back at his side, Poppy brought his hand to her lips, biting the side of his index finger lightly. 

After placing his hand back at his side, she tossed a light smile to him from over his shoulder and exited the room, knowing he’d follow.

He pouted as he was turned away, quickly following after her. “Well where’re you goin’?” he asked as they walked through the long hallway. She seemed very intent on getting out of the castle. Granted, he had spent a good couple months thinking about it himself, but he had recently come to terms with his staying here. Or, at least he thought he had until this morning. If Poppy planned on going out the door he’d love to follow her, but even if it was only for a day or two did he think he could get away with it? The story of what had happened to Darren echoed in the back of his head and suddenly, for the first time in a very long while, he was afraid. Consequences of not only what he might do but what he’d already done swam through his mind and his walking slowed and, though he didn’t let this new disposition leak into his expression, he could feel a knot twisting in his stomach. 

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((No prob, yo uwu))

Being tangled in her was heavenly; it made him feel as though the tons of stone tied to his ankle had been undone. Her soft skin was wonderfully warm beneath his fingers, her lips delicious. His hand ran over her body, touching her, groping her, taking in whatever pieces of her he could reach. He was about to just remove her t-shirt when she spoke.

His intentions halted abruptly as he pulled just barely away from her to study her face. How many girls had said that to him? The number was almost embarrassing. He’d known even standing in front of some of them that it was hollow, just three words they thought they were supposed to say someone they found attractive. He was no better, having emptily given them back without hesitation. 

But now it was Poppy. A year of unspoken “I miss you”s were wrapped neatly in each letter, the words were strung together with silky red hair ribbons and strands of a beat up brown jacket. He could feel as they drifted from her lips to whisper against his skin. This is what it was supposed to feel like, and it was surprising to Cal how foreign it felt. His response bubbled up in his throat, spilling out of him like a surprised, slightly frightened boy. “…I love you too.”

At the age of thirteen, Poppy had fallen in love with the son of some noble’s servant. She’d never known them, nor seen much of his father but the two had grown inseperable fairly quickly. It should not have been a mystery to anyone that they eventually fell in love, and deeply so. And at the age of thirteen, her love died in her arms, his hair caked in blood, leg swollen, bluish welts raising to the size of thumbnails and gushing fluids of colors foreign to them both. She remembered thinking it was all her fault that the day had taken such a nightmarish turn. She’d cried and he hadn’t said a word, just staring into her eyes until they turned glassy and distant, fixed on a point just above the young princess’s head. Poppy had never been so scared in her life, but this, waiting for Cal’s response, it came close. Not by much, though.

Her breathing turned shallow as he pulled away, what hope she had in her heart that he’d feel the same beginning to slip awa from her. But then she saw his face, and how vulnerable it had looked just then, her face softened just a bit and she smiled, almost laughing at how quickly she had almost given up. Hearing him say those words undid the knot that had been long embedded in her middle and her body relaxed. “I-I’m glad to hear that” Poppy gave him the loveliest smile she could, one hand cupping his cheek. “Very glad”

“So we’re in love.” He said this as though contemplating the idea. Gradually a grin came to his face and he sprung to his feet, holding her by the waist and spinning her around. “So what’s that mean then, huh?” he laughed, putting Poppy’s feet back on the ground right in front of the wall of windows. Cal put a hand on either side of her, looking to the upper right corner of the room as though he was still thinking. His smile touched both ears as he looked back to her. “That mean we go pickin’ flowers or go out to eat or what?” he joked.

Poppy smiled broadly at his enthusiasm, chuckling a bit as he spun her. She felt just as carefree as he’d sounded and just as happy. It seemed to he to have been so long since she was as happy as she was when she looked into his shining, laughing eyes. Poppy was also glad to hear him sounding more like himself than when she had found him looking over her in the forest.

“We can do anything you want, dear, just as soon as I’ve showered and put on my own clothes.”

At her last sentiment his smile grew playfully devilish. “Y’know,” he said, a hand falling to her hip to slowly drift under her shirt again. “I’d be more than happy to help you get outta these clothes.” 

((calstop
also sorry this is really short OTL)) 

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He chuckled at her assertiveness, catching himself in the chair before replacing his hands on her hips. For a moment he was surprised by how quickly he’d jumped into kissing her when they were in the hall, touching her. They could have easily been caught and yet he hadn’t seemed to care despite how catastrophic it would have been. He only thought about it for a fleeting moment though, for the situation at hand was much more enticing than the possible consequences. 

“Y’know it’s kinda cute, seein’ you swimmin’ in my clothes,” Cal noted, placing kisses down her neck as his hand slipped under the baggy t-shirt and gently traced up her side.

Poppy leaned into him, catching fistfuls of his shirt as she did so in order to keep herself upright. There was something about Calvin’s touch, his warmth and breath that was…Dizzying, to say the least. She savored the feel of his hands on her bare skin, their sweet warmth worming their way under her skin. She licked her lips, craving more of that warmth and reached for him, hand under his shirt, drawing patterns over his torso with her nail. With every intoxicatingly lovely kiss he placed on the skin of her neck, her touch grew more forceful and her hands trembled, greedy, begging him for more. She wanted him, his touch, his warmth, all over her.

She raised one hand to guide his head back to her and kissed him fiercely, passionately, letting her lips linger only for a moment above his own before kissing him again. Poppy hugged herself closer to him, legs wrapped about his torso as she let her hands through his hair and down his neck. It was, perhaps, in that moment that she realized fully why she craved so much of him. It twisted in her stomach in a way simultaneously terrifying and wonderful. She was in love with every inch of him, taken by who she knew he was and who she didn’t. In love with his irritatingly smug grins and his kindness and his wonderful eyes, and she told him right then before she even realized it. Before she could think twice about it.

((Sorry this is really late ; n ; the first time I replied it was deleted somehow))

((No prob, yo uwu))

Being tangled in her was heavenly; it made him feel as though the tons of stone tied to his ankle had been undone. Her soft skin was wonderfully warm beneath his fingers, her lips delicious. His hand ran over her body, touching her, groping her, taking in whatever pieces of her he could reach. He was about to just remove her t-shirt when she spoke.

His intentions halted abruptly as he pulled just barely away from her to study her face. How many girls had said that to him? The number was almost embarrassing. He’d known even standing in front of some of them that it was hollow, just three words they thought they were supposed to say someone they found attractive. He was no better, having emptily given them back without hesitation. 

But now it was Poppy. A year of unspoken “I miss you”s were wrapped neatly in each letter, the words were strung together with silky red hair ribbons and strands of a beat up brown jacket. He could feel as they drifted from her lips to whisper against his skin. This is what it was supposed to feel like, and it was surprising to Cal how foreign it felt. His response bubbled up in his throat, spilling out of him like a surprised, slightly frightened boy. “…I love you too.”

At the age of thirteen, Poppy had fallen in love with the son of some noble’s servant. She’d never known them, nor seen much of his father but the two had grown inseperable fairly quickly. It should not have been a mystery to anyone that they eventually fell in love, and deeply so. And at the age of thirteen, her love died in her arms, his hair caked in blood, leg swollen, bluish welts raising to the size of thumbnails and gushing fluids of colors foreign to them both. She remembered thinking it was all her fault that the day had taken such a nightmarish turn. She’d cried and he hadn’t said a word, just staring into her eyes until they turned glassy and distant, fixed on a point just above the young princess’s head. Poppy had never been so scared in her life, but this, waiting for Cal’s response, it came close. Not by much, though.

Her breathing turned shallow as he pulled away, what hope she had in her heart that he’d feel the same beginning to slip awa from her. But then she saw his face, and how vulnerable it had looked just then, her face softened just a bit and she smiled, almost laughing at how quickly she had almost given up. Hearing him say those words undid the knot that had been long embedded in her middle and her body relaxed. “I-I’m glad to hear that” Poppy gave him the loveliest smile she could, one hand cupping his cheek. “Very glad”

“So we’re in love.” He said this as though contemplating the idea. Gradually a grin came to his face and he sprung to his feet, holding her by the waist and spinning her around. “So what’s that mean then, huh?” he laughed, putting Poppy’s feet back on the ground right in front of the wall of windows. Cal put a hand on either side of her, looking to the upper right corner of the room as though he was still thinking. His smile touched both ears as he looked back to her. “That mean we go pickin’ flowers or go out to eat or what?” he joked.

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((I stole a laptop so no links woooo))

It was a room he’d never been in. “Alright, let’s see.” To his surprise  they weren’t met with a lock, though the door to the grayscale room stuck as though it hadn’t been opened in many years. The room behind the door was modest in size compared to his bedroom. Three of the walls were lined with maps and notes scrawled in chicken scratch. Globes with large chunks missing sat around on filing cabinets and small tables coated in old papers and a thin layer of dust. The farthest wall was a window, from corner to corner, which looked out on the forest where Cal had found Poppy the night before. Sitting right in front of it was a large desk with scattered books and journals that looked like they hadn’t been touched since the third king’s rule.

Cal closed the door behind them, spinning around placing his hands on her hips lightly, pulling her close. “No one’ll come lookin’ in here,” he thought aloud. “Looks like no one’s been in here awhile.”  

Poppy was, for a moment, completely enthralled by the room’s anchient-looking maps and weathered globed, and took a moment to imagine what stories this room might have told. There was a certain captivating vigor in the notes written along the maps, perhaps the excitement of new discovery, or secrets long buried suddenly uncovered. The books which messily lined the dusty sheves, she could see, were embossed and gilded with gold and wax seals, the titles in latin and spanish and other languages she could not recognize. They were beautiful, and had it not been for the current distraction of Calvin’s hands on her hips, she would have taken more care in closer examinging the room.

“I would say you’re right…” She said this, hands on his chest, pushing him carefully into an uplostered chair in the right corner of the room, sending a small puff of dust floating through the air, then proceeded to sit herself neatly upon his lap.

He chuckled at her assertiveness, catching himself in the chair before replacing his hands on her hips. For a moment he was surprised by how quickly he’d jumped into kissing her when they were in the hall, touching her. They could have easily been caught and yet he hadn’t seemed to care despite how catastrophic it would have been. He only thought about it for a fleeting moment though, for the situation at hand was much more enticing than the possible consequences. 

“Y’know it’s kinda cute, seein’ you swimmin’ in my clothes,” Cal noted, placing kisses down her neck as his hand slipped under the baggy t-shirt and gently traced up her side.

Poppy leaned into him, catching fistfuls of his shirt as she did so in order to keep herself upright. There was something about Calvin’s touch, his warmth and breath that was…Dizzying, to say the least. She savored the feel of his hands on her bare skin, their sweet warmth worming their way under her skin. She licked her lips, craving more of that warmth and reached for him, hand under his shirt, drawing patterns over his torso with her nail. With every intoxicatingly lovely kiss he placed on the skin of her neck, her touch grew more forceful and her hands trembled, greedy, begging him for more. She wanted him, his touch, his warmth, all over her.

She raised one hand to guide his head back to her and kissed him fiercely, passionately, letting her lips linger only for a moment above his own before kissing him again. Poppy hugged herself closer to him, legs wrapped about his torso as she let her hands through his hair and down his neck. It was, perhaps, in that moment that she realized fully why she craved so much of him. It twisted in her stomach in a way simultaneously terrifying and wonderful. She was in love with every inch of him, taken by who she knew he was and who she didn’t. In love with his irritatingly smug grins and his kindness and his wonderful eyes, and she told him right then before she even realized it. Before she could think twice about it.

((Sorry this is really late ; n ; the first time I replied it was deleted somehow))

((No prob, yo uwu))

Being tangled in her was heavenly; it made him feel as though the tons of stone tied to his ankle had been undone. Her soft skin was wonderfully warm beneath his fingers, her lips delicious. His hand ran over her body, touching her, groping her, taking in whatever pieces of her he could reach. He was about to just remove her t-shirt when she spoke.

His intentions halted abruptly as he pulled just barely away from her to study her face. How many girls had said that to him? The number was almost embarrassing. He’d known even standing in front of some of them that it was hollow, just three words they thought they were supposed to say someone they found attractive. He was no better, having emptily given them back without hesitation. 

But now it was Poppy. A year of unspoken “I miss you”s were wrapped neatly in each letter, the words were strung together with silky red hair ribbons and strands of a beat up brown jacket. He could feel as they drifted from her lips to whisper against his skin. This is what it was supposed to feel like, and it was surprising to Cal how foreign it felt. His response bubbled up in his throat, spilling out of him like a surprised, slightly frightened boy. “…I love you too.”

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((Oh, merp, I’m gonna be on a bus for like 3-4 hours tonight/be away this weekend so I can still reply but it’ll be ask a link since I can’t change the format on my phone xux If we both reblog as links though it eventually turns into the same format as text post reblogging I think ouo)) 

He pouted as they separated, only for a wide grin and a breath of a laugh to replace it quickly. “What’re yo—” It was then that he realized that they were in the hallway, almost back to the run-down area they’d moved through the night before. He was almost surprised that a guard hadn’t found them considering how loud he’d been earlier. “Oh, right.” 

Cal was just realizing how far through the halls they’d moved; his room was some ways back. The castle was in full swing now though, and he knew that if they were to try to get back to his room they’d encounter a guard on patrol, Bayerwald, or Darren. Hell, even if they got back to his room Darren would still come looking for him, invite himself into Cal’s room whether or not it was locked. 

Suddenly, he got an idea. The hall was littered with doors, most of which he’d yet to explore. “Here, let’s do this,” he muttered, regretfully slipping away from her, his hand drifting to take hers. They walked a little farther down the hall before stopping abruptly. Three doors were in plain sight, several more spread in front and behind them. “Pick a door, any door,” he chuckled with a suggestive smirk.

For a moment, Poppy looked up at him with one eyebrow arched before she turned back to the hallway chuckling. She gave his hand a firm squeeze. He was her’s, and she wanted him to feel that through their intwined hands. That solid, breathtakingly wonderful feeling of the realization. Mine.

Poppy looked across the hall, finding the farthest door to the right and led him to it.

((Sounds good u w u And havefun<3))

((I stole a laptop so no links woooo))

It was a room he’d never been in. “Alright, let’s see.” To his surprise  they weren’t met with a lock, though the door to the grayscale room stuck as though it hadn’t been opened in many years. The room behind the door was modest in size compared to his bedroom. Three of the walls were lined with maps and notes scrawled in chicken scratch. Globes with large chunks missing sat around on filing cabinets and small tables coated in old papers and a thin layer of dust. The farthest wall was a window, from corner to corner, which looked out on the forest where Cal had found Poppy the night before. Sitting right in front of it was a large desk with scattered books and journals that looked like they hadn’t been touched since the third king’s rule.

Cal closed the door behind them, spinning around placing his hands on her hips lightly, pulling her close. “No one’ll come lookin’ in here,” he thought aloud. “Looks like no one’s been in here awhile.”  

Poppy was, for a moment, completely enthralled by the room’s anchient-looking maps and weathered globed, and took a moment to imagine what stories this room might have told. There was a certain captivating vigor in the notes written along the maps, perhaps the excitement of new discovery, or secrets long buried suddenly uncovered. The books which messily lined the dusty sheves, she could see, were embossed and gilded with gold and wax seals, the titles in latin and spanish and other languages she could not recognize. They were beautiful, and had it not been for the current distraction of Calvin’s hands on her hips, she would have taken more care in closer examinging the room.

“I would say you’re right…” She said this, hands on his chest, pushing him carefully into an uplostered chair in the right corner of the room, sending a small puff of dust floating through the air, then proceeded to sit herself neatly upon his lap.

He chuckled at her assertiveness, catching himself in the chair before replacing his hands on her hips. For a moment he was surprised by how quickly he’d jumped into kissing her when they were in the hall, touching her. They could have easily been caught and yet he hadn’t seemed to care despite how catastrophic it would have been. He only thought about it for a fleeting moment though, for the situation at hand was much more enticing than the possible consequences. 

“Y’know it’s kinda cute, seein’ you swimmin’ in my clothes,” Cal noted, placing kisses down her neck as his hand slipped under the baggy t-shirt and gently traced up her side.

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((I’m not joking I googled “how to write the kissings” and looked around for like 30 minutes I’m so bad at writing kissy things I’m so sorry omg like on a list of things I’m bad at writing physical romance is like #1 this dumb little blurb literally took me an hour and I may have gotten some help i’m so sorry i’M AWKWARD. and also this))

He was gentle, subconsciously keeping his stronger arm lightly on her waist while the other pulled her closer. He wanted more though, and this message wasn’t lost in the carefulness of his touch. He followed her lead at first, parting his lips to allow their tongues to mingle.

His mind was blank of everything else, focused solely on every tiny inch of her.  From the smooth, gently curves of her hips to the soft, subtle touch of her lips against his.  He found it endearing how he far he had to look down for their lips to meet, how he had to tilt her head upwards. Despite the weathered state of her skin it was still soft to the touch.

Pulling her in a bit tighter, he ran the tips of his fingers gently down her spine.  Their kiss deepened, and he moved his hand just above the lower of her back.  

((Yeah, it’s kinda hard u - u; I’ve never had any experience with this sort of thing so I’m guessing a lot I hope I’m doing this right! > n < Past read romance novels, don’t fail me now!(But seriously, i stink at this))

She kept eyes closed through this, consentrating solely on his touch and his breath on her face. The lightness of Cal’s touch was enticing, his fingers, his warmth felt on her skin long after they’d gone.

It was almost maddening, how good it felt, how she still ached for more. Poppy let her tongue graze his own, gradually getting more forceful in her movements. Hands running up his back, under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingertips, her nails as she lightly ran them across his lower back. She had completely forgotten they were still in that hallway. That anyone could have walked in to the hall and seen them…

Her eyes flew open, having suddenly realized this, and looked up at Calvin, hating the sensation of her mouth leaving his. “Where’s your bedroom?” Her words were inelegant and breathy, instantly she wished she hadn’t said anything at all.

((Oh, merp, I’m gonna be on a bus for like 3-4 hours tonight/be away this weekend so I can still reply but it’ll be ask a link since I can’t change the format on my phone xux If we both reblog as links though it eventually turns into the same format as text post reblogging I think ouo)) 

He pouted as they separated, only for a wide grin and a breath of a laugh to replace it quickly. “What’re yo—” It was then that he realized that they were in the hallway, almost back to the run-down area they’d moved through the night before. He was almost surprised that a guard hadn’t found them considering how loud he’d been earlier. “Oh, right.” 

Cal was just realizing how far through the halls they’d moved; his room was some ways back. The castle was in full swing now though, and he knew that if they were to try to get back to his room they’d encounter a guard on patrol, Bayerwald, or Darren. Hell, even if they got back to his room Darren would still come looking for him, invite himself into Cal’s room whether or not it was locked. 

Suddenly, he got an idea. The hall was littered with doors, most of which he’d yet to explore. “Here, let’s do this,” he muttered, regretfully slipping away from her, his hand drifting to take hers. They walked a little farther down the hall before stopping abruptly. Three doors were in plain sight, several more spread in front and behind them. “Pick a door, any door,” he chuckled with a suggestive smirk.

For a moment, Poppy looked up at him with one eyebrow arched before she turned back to the hallway chuckling. She gave his hand a firm squeeze. He was her’s, and she wanted him to feel that through their intwined hands. That solid, breathtakingly wonderful feeling of the realization. Mine.

Poppy looked across the hall, finding the farthest door to the right and led him to it.

((Sounds good u w u And havefun<3))

((I stole a laptop so no links woooo))

It was a room he’d never been in. “Alright, let’s see.” To his surprise  they weren’t met with a lock, though the door to the grayscale room stuck as though it hadn’t been opened in many years. The room behind the door was modest in size compared to his bedroom. Three of the walls were lined with maps and notes scrawled in chicken scratch. Globes with large chunks missing sat around on filing cabinets and small tables coated in old papers and a thin layer of dust. The farthest wall was a window, from corner to corner, which looked out on the forest where Cal had found Poppy the night before. Sitting right in front of it was a large desk with scattered books and journals that looked like they hadn’t been touched since the third king’s rule.

Cal closed the door behind them, spinning around placing his hands on her hips lightly, pulling her close. “No one’ll come lookin’ in here,” he thought aloud. “Looks like no one’s been in here awhile.”  

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A wave of relief came crashing down over him and he didn’t want to contain his excitement. A wide, boyish grin came across his face as he began to regain his confidence, not only in the truths his spoke but in his hopes for the future. Suddenly everything didn’t seem so grey, “You’re kiddin’,” he chuckled, pulling her close and murmuring hardly inches from her face. “Y’know a girl like you can have any guy she wants.”

He kissed her then, just to see that he could, to see this was real, to see again how beautiful the feeling was. Here she was, the woman who, whether she knew it or not, began to pull him towards his identity. He had always wondered what it would be like to kiss her; how their lips would mesh together, how his hand would tangle in her hair, how he’d feel butterflies as though he were thirteen again and it was the first time he had kissed a girl. 

In that moment, it was all of that and more. He drew back from her only slightly enough to murmur against her lips, “And you’re tellin’ me that outta all of them, you want me?”

Poppy considered what he had said for a moment. Any guy? Now that wasn’t true, she knew from experience that it wasn’t true, and truthfully, she was grateful for that. That she couldn’t just get anyone, that she’d have to work a little bit herself, not that she’d ever considered this whole thing to be a game, or something that could have been taken lightly.

Even so, Poppy knew she wanted him. She had known it for so long it seemed foolish to need to consider it now. There was just something about him that set him apart from the others…She could almost relate to him in some ways, and she knew the same was true for him. Neither of them were perfect, but at least they could help eachother. Perhaps that was it, that feeling that, as long as she was with him, she could feel content and possibly whole. She could love him with her whole heart.

Smiling against his lips…What a wonderful feeling. His mouth wasn’t exactly soft, but she liked that, a roughness to them that contrasted her own lips. Poppy let her lips part just enough for her tongue to lightly graze his lower lip. “That is exactly what I’m saying…”

((I’m not joking I googled “how to write the kissings” and looked around for like 30 minutes I’m so bad at writing kissy things I’m so sorry omg like on a list of things I’m bad at writing physical romance is like #1 this dumb little blurb literally took me an hour and I may have gotten some help i’m so sorry i’M AWKWARD. and also this))

He was gentle, subconsciously keeping his stronger arm lightly on her waist while the other pulled her closer. He wanted more though, and this message wasn’t lost in the carefulness of his touch. He followed her lead at first, parting his lips to allow their tongues to mingle.

His mind was blank of everything else, focused solely on every tiny inch of her.  From the smooth, gently curves of her hips to the soft, subtle touch of her lips against his.  He found it endearing how he far he had to look down for their lips to meet, how he had to tilt her head upwards. Despite the weathered state of her skin it was still soft to the touch.

Pulling her in a bit tighter, he ran the tips of his fingers gently down her spine.  Their kiss deepened, and he moved his hand just above the lower of her back.  

((Yeah, it’s kinda hard u - u; I’ve never had any experience with this sort of thing so I’m guessing a lot I hope I’m doing this right! > n < Past read romance novels, don’t fail me now!(But seriously, i stink at this))

She kept eyes closed through this, consentrating solely on his touch and his breath on her face. The lightness of Cal’s touch was enticing, his fingers, his warmth felt on her skin long after they’d gone.

It was almost maddening, how good it felt, how she still ached for more. Poppy let her tongue graze his own, gradually getting more forceful in her movements. Hands running up his back, under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingertips, her nails as she lightly ran them across his lower back. She had completely forgotten they were still in that hallway. That anyone could have walked in to the hall and seen them…

Her eyes flew open, having suddenly realized this, and looked up at Calvin, hating the sensation of her mouth leaving his. “Where’s your bedroom?” Her words were inelegant and breathy, instantly she wished she hadn’t said anything at all.

((Oh, merp, I’m gonna be on a bus for like 3-4 hours tonight/be away this weekend so I can still reply but it’ll be ask a link since I can’t change the format on my phone xux If we both reblog as links though it eventually turns into the same format as text post reblogging I think ouo)) 

He pouted as they separated, only for a wide grin and a breath of a laugh to replace it quickly. “What’re yo—” It was then that he realized that they were in the hallway, almost back to the run-down area they’d moved through the night before. He was almost surprised that a guard hadn’t found them considering how loud he’d been earlier. “Oh, right.” 

Cal was just realizing how far through the halls they’d moved; his room was some ways back. The castle was in full swing now though, and he knew that if they were to try to get back to his room they’d encounter a guard on patrol, Bayerwald, or Darren. Hell, even if they got back to his room Darren would still come looking for him, invite himself into Cal’s room whether or not it was locked. 

Suddenly, he got an idea. The hall was littered with doors, most of which he’d yet to explore. “Here, let’s do this,” he muttered, regretfully slipping away from her, his hand drifting to take hers. They walked a little farther down the hall before stopping abruptly. Three doors were in plain sight, several more spread in front and behind them. “Pick a door, any door,” he chuckled with a suggestive smirk.

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“‘Cause I was fallin’ for you.” He looked her straight in the eye as he confessed this. “And that scared me.” He hadn’t meant to avoid her, not at first, but as he could begin to piece together his past he became more and more afraid of getting close to others. “I didn’t know who I had to go back to. I wasn’t sure if I had any kinda family and I didn’t wanna get involved with someone ‘cause I wasn’t sure if I’d end up hurting them when I found home.” He rarely talked about those three years he hadn’t had his memories these days. He still cringed thinking about how foolish he was and the grim reality of what it was still, even a almost a year later, a fresh wound. “I especially didn’t wanna hurt you.

“And yeah, there’s been other girls between then and now, I won’t lie to you. But—“He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair looking dejected. His voice seemed to lose its urgency, taking on an embarrassed, almost ashamed tone. “But it’s you, okay? It’s always been you, Poppy.” 

While he spoke, Poppy had kept her face hard set, eyes on his own. But she almost couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe what he was saying, that he was saying it. She had to maintain her composure in fear that if what she really felt—that strange simultaneous feeling of her heart both melting and shattering—shown on her face, she would look pathetic.

But even so…All of this time, could he have felt the same as she had? The mere possibility had somehow made itself improbable in her mind. He was always, to her, someone who she could never have. She had many admirers and those who even managed to captures parts of her heart, but never like he had. And this…Thoguh she did not wish to even think about how it stole her breath away to hear this, that was exactly so.

It’s always been you, Poppy.

How could that be so?

Absently, almost as it by some sort of instinct, she reached for him, placing a hand on his left cheek and, like a blossoming flower, a desire grew from deep within her, to entangle herself in him, to breath him in. It was almost completely foolish. Almost.

“I…” Suddenly, she found herself almost speechless under his gaze. Poppy hoped he could not see that power he could have held over her. “I believe I feel the same, Calvin”

((I’M SOOOOOOO SORRY I WAS ON A SCHOOL TRIP AND COULDN’T REPLY OH IM SO SORRY))

((IT’S FINE MAN I’VE DISAPPEARED FOR A LOT LONGER IN THE PAST))

A wave of relief came crashing down over him and he didn’t want to contain his excitement. A wide, boyish grin came across his face as he began to regain his confidence, not only in the truths his spoke but in his hopes for the future. Suddenly everything didn’t seem so grey, “You’re kiddin’,” he chuckled, pulling her close and murmuring hardly inches from her face. “Y’know a girl like you can have any guy she wants.”

He kissed her then, just to see that he could, to see this was real, to see again how beautiful the feeling was. Here she was, the woman who, whether she knew it or not, began to pull him towards his identity. He had always wondered what it would be like to kiss her; how their lips would mesh together, how his hand would tangle in her hair, how he’d feel butterflies as though he were thirteen again and it was the first time he had kissed a girl. 

In that moment, it was all of that and more. He drew back from her only slightly enough to murmur against her lips, “And you’re tellin’ me that outta all of them, you want me?”

Poppy considered what he had said for a moment. Any guy? Now that wasn’t true, she knew from experience that it wasn’t true, and truthfully, she was grateful for that. That she couldn’t just get anyone, that she’d have to work a little bit herself, not that she’d ever considered this whole thing to be a game, or something that could have been taken lightly.

Even so, Poppy knew she wanted him. She had known it for so long it seemed foolish to need to consider it now. There was just something about him that set him apart from the others…She could almost relate to him in some ways, and she knew the same was true for him. Neither of them were perfect, but at least they could help eachother. Perhaps that was it, that feeling that, as long as she was with him, she could feel content and possibly whole. She could love him with her whole heart.

Smiling against his lips…What a wonderful feeling. His mouth wasn’t exactly soft, but she liked that, a roughness to them that contrasted her own lips. Poppy let her lips part just enough for her tongue to lightly graze his lower lip. “That is exactly what I’m saying…”

((I’m not joking I googled “how to write the kissings” and looked around for like 30 minutes I’m so bad at writing kissy things I’m so sorry omg like on a list of things I’m bad at writing physical romance is like #1 this dumb little blurb literally took me an hour and I may have gotten some help i’m so sorry i’M AWKWARD. and also this))

He was gentle, subconsciously keeping his stronger arm lightly on her waist while the other pulled her closer. He wanted more though, and this message wasn’t lost in the carefulness of his touch. He followed her lead at first, parting his lips to allow their tongues to mingle.

His mind was blank of everything else, focused solely on every tiny inch of her.  From the smooth, gently curves of her hips to the soft, subtle touch of her lips against his.  He found it endearing how he far he had to look down for their lips to meet, how he had to tilt her head upwards. Despite the weathered state of her skin it was still soft to the touch.

Pulling her in a bit tighter, he ran the tips of his fingers gently down her spine.  Their kiss deepened, and he moved his hand just above the lower of her back.  

thegunnergal:

askprincecal:

thegunnergal:

askprincecal:

His eyes widened. “No!” His words were genuine. “Yeah I joke around, but I’d never do somethin’ like that!” He felt panic clench at his throat. “You gotta believe me.”

He looked her in the eye as he murmured, “You know why I stopped showin’ up?” He’d always had the means of finding Poppy. Tex could have gotten him to her in no time no matter where in Ooo she was, he had many times before. 

Poppy looked up at him, suddenly very tired. Her head felt suddenly as if it were about to split. She raised a hand to her temple as if to relieve the pain between her eyes and gave a long sigh. Should she believe him? She was not sure she wanted to anymore. The whole ordeal was exasperating.

“I never assumed much. I suppose because you simply lost intereast in my company, though I suppose one could hardly blame you…” She looked to Calvin now, irritation and curiosity alike both plain on her face, “Why did you stop?”

“‘Cause I was fallin’ for you.” He looked her straight in the eye as he confessed this. “And that scared me.” He hadn’t meant to avoid her, not at first, but as he could begin to piece together his past he became more and more afraid of getting close to others. “I didn’t know who I had to go back to. I wasn’t sure if I had any kinda family and I didn’t wanna get involved with someone ‘cause I wasn’t sure if I’d end up hurting them when I found home.” He rarely talked about those three years he hadn’t had his memories these days. He still cringed thinking about how foolish he was and the grim reality of what it was still, even a almost a year later, a fresh wound. “I especially didn’t wanna hurt you.

“And yeah, there’s been other girls between then and now, I won’t lie to you. But—“He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair looking dejected. His voice seemed to lose its urgency, taking on an embarrassed, almost ashamed tone. “But it’s you, okay? It’s always been you, Poppy.” 

While he spoke, Poppy had kept her face hard set, eyes on his own. But she almost couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe what he was saying, that he was saying it. She had to maintain her composure in fear that if what she really felt—that strange simultaneous feeling of her heart both melting and shattering—shown on her face, she would look pathetic.

But even so…All of this time, could he have felt the same as she had? The mere possibility had somehow made itself improbable in her mind. He was always, to her, someone who she could never have. She had many admirers and those who even managed to captures parts of her heart, but never like he had. And this…Thoguh she did not wish to even think about how it stole her breath away to hear this, that was exactly so.

It’s always been you, Poppy.

How could that be so?

Absently, almost as it by some sort of instinct, she reached for him, placing a hand on his left cheek and, like a blossoming flower, a desire grew from deep within her, to entangle herself in him, to breath him in. It was almost completely foolish. Almost.

“I…” Suddenly, she found herself almost speechless under his gaze. Poppy hoped he could not see that power he could have held over her. “I believe I feel the same, Calvin”

((I’M SOOOOOOO SORRY I WAS ON A SCHOOL TRIP AND COULDN’T REPLY OH IM SO SORRY))

((IT’S FINE MAN I’VE DISAPPEARED FOR A LOT LONGER IN THE PAST))

A wave of relief came crashing down over him and he didn’t want to contain his excitement. A wide, boyish grin came across his face as he began to regain his confidence, not only in the truths his spoke but in his hopes for the future. Suddenly everything didn’t seem so grey, “You’re kiddin’,” he chuckled, pulling her close and murmuring hardly inches from her face. “Y’know a girl like you can have any guy she wants.”

He kissed her then, just to see that he could, to see this was real, to see again how beautiful the feeling was. Here she was, the woman who, whether she knew it or not, began to pull him towards his identity. He had always wondered what it would be like to kiss her; how their lips would mesh together, how his hand would tangle in her hair, how he’d feel butterflies as though he were thirteen again and it was the first time he had kissed a girl. 

In that moment, it was all of that and more. He drew back from her only slightly enough to murmur against her lips, “And you’re tellin’ me that outta all of them, you want me?”