Whoever was behind him had laughed quietly and Anthony felt his cheeks heat. He was glad she couldn’t see his face; he was embarrassed, of course he was embarrassed, but he didn’t want her to know that if he could prevent it. He was quiet as she explained that he must have just stood too close, flinching instead as a thorn dug down into his skull. He hated plants… This was the defining moment in his future memoirs where he would be able to look back and point to a turn in his long, tenuous relationship with herbology— for the worse.
Anthony huffed to himself as the woman described what needed to be done. He would be patient for her sake more than the stupid bush. She seemed to know what she was doing at least, and for that he was endlessly grateful. “Thank you,” he said again, quietly. The soft pressure of fingers in his hair soon softened his irritable attitude and Anthony felt the tension in his shoulders ease. He… had never had a woman touch his hair before. Without being strange about it, he could admit at least to himself that it was rather …nice.
A small, surprised laugh bubbled up at the woman’s subsequent comment and Anthony lurched a bit prompting the bush to tighten its grip. “Sorry!” he apologized quickly. “But yes, that would have been much, much more unpleasant. Surprisingly - or perhaps not - it’s not the first time I’ve been caught in a bush either,” he admitted. “These curls are a real curse sometimes.” Was he trying for a joke? The lopsided grin on his face seemed to express as much, not that she could see it.
Anthony huffed to himself as the woman described what needed to be done. He would be patient for her sake more than the stupid bush. She seemed to know what she was doing at least, and for that he was endlessly grateful. “Thank you,” he said again, quietly. The soft pressure of fingers in his hair soon softened his irritable attitude and Anthony felt the tension in his shoulders ease. He… had never had a woman touch his hair before. Without being strange about it, he could admit at least to himself that it was rather …nice.
A small, surprised laugh bubbled up at the woman’s subsequent comment and Anthony lurched a bit prompting the bush to tighten its grip. “Sorry!” he apologized quickly. “But yes, that would have been much, much more unpleasant. Surprisingly - or perhaps not - it’s not the first time I’ve been caught in a bush either,” he admitted. “These curls are a real curse sometimes.” Was he trying for a joke? The lopsided grin on his face seemed to express as much, not that she could see it.
© ladybug for the gorgeous sig and matching (green) av & darling MJ for the rotating yellow avs!