Cole (winglessguard) wrote in zionmystiqueic, @ 2019-12-22 16:13:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !december, !thread |
Who: Bitsy & Cole
When: Friday evening
Where: Their wagon
What: Hanging out
Rating/Warnings: low
Status: Complete and Closed
Nimble fingers would flutter across the petals of a blossom native to Las Cruces. The Angel’s Trumpet came in a variety of pastel colors. Count on Bitsy to come up with a few seeds in her pocket of a flower that was usual in the spring.
Using her own determination she had brought in a bit of dirt, put it into a box, and from there her focus did the work. It had taken a little while to get the seed to sprout but once it had begun to blossom she felt more confident. And now she was feeling pure joy in the face of her little box of spring wildflowers.
In spite of the cold, Bitsy was on the floor with her legs tucked beneath her. Entirely absorbed in the moment she didn’t realize she was humming, almost singing to the flower. Her smile was bright and while it was night time her eyes were brighter still.
The skirt of her dress was dirty from the day; a stain of some condiment dotted the upper hem, a swath of grime swirled across a pattern. She barely noticed once her attention came upon the current blossom.
—
After a long day of hauling crates, washing dishes, and serving food in the mess tent Cole was down right knackered. The young man was always keen to lend a hand, especially when it came to the manual labor or chores that didn’t really involve talking with people. After all the angel was far more comfortable with silence, and not really a fan of chatting with strangers. So when they had arrived in Zion he had been glad to find work with the crew, instead of having to try his hand dealing with the public. Plus working in the mess tent meant getting to see more of Bitsy whenever she was around too. And that always warmed his heart immensely.
The two had been together for a while now; first traveling the open road on his motorcycle as they fled from her old man and her betrothed, then moving across the country from one town to the next. Only really stopping to hunker down for the winter, before heading out once more on their adventure. Sure his shepherd had tried to convince Cole that he was still too young to be going out on his own. Most reborn angels stuck with their mentor for around a decade, but when the young man crossed paths with Bitsy...well there was no way he could walk away. Not when every fiber of his being longed to be there for her; to keep her safe and to be her guardian angel.
Here and now life in Zion these last few two or three months had been good. The folks were kind, the carnival was a bit strange yet it was pleasant traveling with people who weren’t going to judge them for being an angel or an earth elemental, and it was easy to relax since danger wasn’t commonplace with the wandering carnival group either. With his boots kicked off, to avoid dragging mud into their tiny living space, the young angel opened the door to the wagon’s living compartment. Just seeing her there, humming to a newly blossomed plant, had a soft grin tugging at Cole’s lip too. Instead of interrupting Bitsy’s work the lad closed the door behind him quietly, and took a seat behind the wheel. Simply stretching out and sighing so softy as it felt great to finally sit down after standing for most of the day.
--
Those footfalls, as silent as they were, were not lost upon her ears. She possessed no above average hearing, by now Bitsy had come to memorize Cole’s cadence. Simply by the stride she could pick up on his level of exhaustion - it tickled her a little bit that she knew his walk that well but she was nothing if not observant. So as he crossed the little area they called home she couldn’t help but smile warmly into the blossom she had been humming to.
“Cole,” she would sing softly.
And then her attention would leave the bloom, distracted by better things. Moving to stand Bitsy took a moment to stretch - arms raised over her head, bare feet lifting onto the balls, before she relaxed. Her own stride was gentle and in a few steps she was there and crawling into the seat next to him. Without a bit of hesitation she reached over to find his hand with hers, finding the chill of the day still in his skin.
Little hands would cup one of his larger ones in an effort to warm those fingers.
—
It took merely a moment to shift in the seat, allowing his little flower princess to find a more comfortable position beside him there as her fingers wrapped around his own. Cole’s smile grew so bright as he gazed over at her; taking in the sight of the dirt and smudges that Bitsy had on her dress and skin. With a warm chuckle the angel found himself thinking about their first conversation over a year ago...thinking about how he had been the one all dirty and covered in soot and oil after his attempts to fix up the motorcycle he had stolen to whisk her away. Even the name he had now was all thanks to her, a humorous joke based on his own almost coal like covered appearance.
“Making yourself a new friend, Bitsy?” That gaze of his drifted back to the tiny plant, gesturing to it with a nod before playfully winking at his girl. “Picked out a name yet for it?” When those hands of his were warmed by her own the angel’s fingers moved to wrap so gently around her waist. Pulling the young woman closer; leaning back in the seat and bringing her to rest against his chest as Cole nuzzled against her neck.
These quiet moments with her were what he loved most. Just the two of them, sharing each other’s company and basking in the closeness too. That winter chill had all but faded from his form thanks to the warmth of her body, and with a tiny sigh of contentment Cole’s voice was heard once again. “So how was your day, love?”
--
His eyes were beautiful. Her own would look up and into them, admiring the color. She knew for certain she was apt to drown in that sea of hue if she wasn’t careful - they both knew she couldn’t swim but then she knew he would never let her slip silently beneath the waves either. Never in her life had she experienced such a unique color up until the evening she had met Cole. Moonlight or sunlight, they always seemed to shine bright.
Eyes would leave his own long enough to cast a glance over her shoulder at the little blossom nearby. Her face glowed with radiance. “I did.” Those two words answered both inquired posed. “Daisy.” She had named the little flower after another though it didn’t seem to mind. “I heard about these flowers,” Bitsy explained, her eyes finding his again. “They’re called Angel’s Trumpets.” It seemed fitting to have them around.
Shifting closer to Cole, Bitsy turned more into his warmth, head laying upon him. She closed her eyes at the nuzzle of her neck, nearly giggling at the tickling sensation. Arm would lift and wind around him, tucking herself as close as possible. There was no denying that she loved him. Not only was he morally good, he seemed also to love her too.
At the question Bitsy took a moment to answer, letting herself bask quietly with her eyes still closed. “Fed the people, traded a bit of sewing for some seeds, and now I’m exactly where I want to be. There couldn’t be a better day.”
—
She was his world. His heart, and home. With a smile the young woman could quicken the angel’s heartbeat every time. There was something so magnetic about her eyes as well that had Cole hopelessly lost in that gaze too. Just hearing the name of the plant had the young man grinning anew, and hearing that it was called an Angel’s Trumpet sparked a glint of genuine amusement in his eyes too. “Well I’m sure Daisy will feel right at home with the other plants you are taking care of, Bits.”
As she cuddled against his body the angel wrapped both arms around her lightly. One hand lazily brushing his fingertips across her arm, nails delicately raking along her skin even as his own eyes drifted shut. When she spoke up at last Cole listened intently; earnestly eager to hear how her day had been, though he blushed a tad when she mentioned being right where she wished to be.
“You found someone to stitch up and repair your dresses? Or are they making you something new to wear?” With every uttered word Cole’s lips brushed so faintly across her neck. His warm breath tickling her flesh even as his fingers drifted down her arm to interlace his fingers with her own.
--
Cole was home.
She realized it the moment they had locked eyes for the first time. Wherever he was, she wanted to be. He was forever and a day and Bitsy wanted to know each second of each one. He was home and no matter where the road took them, where Zion took them, she would always feel that way. The sound of his heart echoed in her ear, he was warm.
“I hope so.” She knew he was right, the flower would make itself at home and prosper as the rest of them did. Her favorite were the lilies, but the Angel’s Trumpet was tying for first.
Every single plant meant something to her; like a human life they had value and purpose, more than just being fragrant or pretty. Many of them had various uses.
She leaned into his touch as his fingers danced across her skin. A soft exhale of satisfaction would escape. “I can stitch them,” she explained, though the words were more whispers in response to the murmur of his question against her skin. As he took her hand she smiled again. Eyes would flutter open and peer at him.
—
Cole had no past. No family, nor memories of anything at all prior to his rebirth. Oh that body of his still bore the old scars of a former life forever beyond his reach; and over the last year or so he had come to discover skills that he still possessed as well. However beyond such things the angel had no real sense of self or identity at all. At least that was the case until he had met her.
From that fateful day his life took on a purpose, to protect and cherish the young woman, and with every passing moment Cole found himself discovering more about both himself and the world he lived in. Some revelations had been simple enough; like finding out that he was a fan of malt shakes and buttery grilled corn cobs. Other things had been learned and uncovered during the precious moments spent in Bitsy’s embrace. Like how he loved to draw out those amazing little sounds from her with every kiss or caress of his fingers.
Even now the angel’s smile brightened more as she leaned into his touch, and without hesitation Cole offered a tiny nibble against her earlobe before quietly speaking up once more. “So it’s a new dress then? I can’t wait to see it, Bitsy.” Clothing had been a tad strange for him during those first few weeks after being reborn, yet the young man had come to earnestly enjoy seeing her try on new pretty things. Sun dresses in particular just seemed to flow and move so splendidly on her frame whenever she twirled or danced.
--
The past didn’t always matter. Bitsy was curious about Cole, where he came from and what his family had been like, but she didn’t ask. Now they had the future and she wanted to make sure it overshadowed any darkness he would ever feel. She wanted only the best and the brightest for him. Every experience he learned anew she wanted to be there with him learning just as much.
Being close to him was as close to heaven as she could get on earth. “You’ll be the first to see it,” she promised, nodding.
It would be colorful if she could get the right fabric. Bright colors, patterns. She knew that it wasn’t the fashionable thing to be so ostentatious but she couldn’t help it. Like the flowers she adored, she wanted to be as bright and sunny, as colorful.
Her fingers squeezed his lightly.
—
Oh that promise of hers drew a grin from the angel and those eyes of his sparkled with genuine delight as he tried to picture her in a new colorful dress. “You’d be the prettiest flower around, love. Swaying in the breeze, barefoot in the grass like a newly blossomed lily.” Just the thought of Bitsy giggling and smiling as she showed off the dress had Cole practically purring beneath her. Those fingers of his offering a gentle squeeze on her own before his hand moved to lightly wrap around her waist once more.
A hint of yawn fell from his lips for a second, but the angel stifled it quickly before another could escape him. From sunup to sundown the young man worked diligently. Both to earn some coin for them, but also because he earnestly enjoyed lending a hand around the carnival. Sure the mess tent could be chaotic at times, but there was something pleasant about contributing a good day’s worth of work too. Plus working hard meant there was a fair wage to be saved, well saved and also to be spent on getting Bitsy pretty things that made her happy too.
“I was thinking about taking a ride into town tomorrow night on the bike. Maybe we could go check out the sights, and grab a bite to eat at one of those fancy restaurants or something?”
--
He was so sweet, so kind to her. Color flooded her cheeks at the comment. Nobody in her life had ever made her feel so important until she had met him. “Your lily,” Bitsy assured him. There could never be anyone else for her in the world. She didn’t want anyone else. His little flower names always warmed her core.
The hitch in his chest from the yawn made sense. Their work was tiring but necessary, though she loved every moment of it. Contributing, taking care of others. Those traits were in her blood and giving felt good, knowing she was needed and had purpose was good. Soon sleep would take them both but until then she was content just staying with him, wrapped up in his warmth.
“Really?” She inquired, eyes widening a touch. “That sounds wonderful!” Bitsy didn’t expect fancy things. She was far from a material type of girl, but once in a while she liked to picture herself among the fancier things. “That sounds like a great idea.”
—
“My beautiful little lily.” As those words were so softly uttered his hand moved to gently rest beneath her chin, tilting Bitsy’s head up so his lips could find purchase against her own in a kiss. That kiss lasted for a moment or two, a spark of heat and desire mixed into the intimate liplock as well. Still when he pulled back at last the lad paused to so lightly nip at her lower lip, playfully teasing the young woman for a second before he rested his head against the seat once more.
Her sudden question and excitement at the prospect of going out was met with a nod and smile. Oh the angel had no drive or interest when it came to acquiring wealth for the sake of wealth itself. Nor were the trappings of materialism of any interest to Cole either. However being able to lavish gifts, big and small, onto his flower princess did make the young man happy. “Sure, why not? Think I still got that dress shirt and church trousers packed away, so we can get gussied up and go have a ball.”
The world was still somewhat new to Cole, so he had a blast exploring and see the sights. It was part of the appeal of traveling along with Zion; because the carnival was always moving from place to place, and there was always all manner of new towns to check out.
--
She was swimming in delight as their mouths touched. Eyes slipped closed, she exhaled through her nose upon returning that sweet kiss. Being connected to him was something she didn’t have to vocabulary to describe, nor did she really want to try. It was best kept to herself like a secret. Only when he pulled away would her eyes flutter open again. Her stomach churned with heat and desire - those feelings put color into her cheeks and a hitch into her breath.
Excitement began to wash away that flush of desire. “You know I am always just as happy staying here together.” She wanted to make sure he knew she wasn’t after material things though she suspected he knew already. The daughter of a farmer was destined to dream of fancy things. Once in awhile she would wonder what her life would be like had things been different and she was born of more escalated status. But then she found herself thankful for the blessings already bestowed upon her, finding herself wealthier than most already. Love was a precious jewel that Cole had given her. She wore it with pride.
“You’re always so good to me,” she expressed, delight settling into her bright eyes. Her fingers would curl into the fabric of his shirt after her hand slipped to his opposite side from where she was settled.
—
Her words were all it took to have his smile growing quickly again, and Cole knew without a doubt that she meant what she said. After all the angel had a nose for telling when folks were lying, and he hadn’t sensed any deception from Bitsy at all. “I know, lily. Still this is our adventure so making the most of it just seems right….not that staying snuggled up with you is ever wrong.” No, the young man liked this too. Immensely. There was something so deliciously sweet about sharing these quiet little moments in each other’s arms. Something amazing about being so close to someone as amazing as his little flower princess.
Cole might have been new-ish to the world, barely two years since his rebirth, but the lad honestly loved exploring al that the world had to offer them. Especially when Bitsy was there by his side. “You are always so good to me as well, love.” As she settled in there against his body the angel’s arms settled around her too. Those eyelids drifting shut, breathing growing slow and steady, as he began to drift off to sleep right there in his girlfriend’s embrace.
--
Bitsy could never lie to Cole. She couldn’t lie to anyone, not really. While she understood little white lies, she preferred to confront the things bothering her instead of running from them. And lying seemed like something you wouldn’t do to someone you love. Never in her life would she wanted the guilt of having to fib to Cole unless there was something good coming from it.
Lily. She loved the way he incorporated flowers into terms of endearment. He understood her deep love of the earth and everything that grew on it. A laugh would escape her. Bitsy smiled, arms winding more firmly around her boyfriend for a moment. “It’s my favorite thing,” she confessed, looking up at him, “being here with you.”
Eyes would close. “I love you.” A breath escaped her. Bitsy curled closer to Cole and began to drift away into slumber, too.
—