"You were really angry," she said quietly, playing with the of his tie as she spoke. She weaved it between her fingers, reminded of the fence that they built in the woods. "I didn't hear all of it, but I've never seen you that mad."
"I was worried. Really worried. I think it only fueled the anger, though. It's probably better you didn't hear. I used an extensive vocabulary, you could say." His voice was low as he thought back on it. "I was just really worried."
Her gaze strayed up to him, and she was quiet for a moment, her head leaning on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Finally, she reached up and kissed his neck, just under his jawline. "Well, at least we're out of there now," she said quietly. "And we're going to be better prepared going into this next one."
(I still get butterflies when I read the cute stuff) He nodded, then cleared his throat, changing the subject. "So, did I do any other ridiculous things last night? Or just the pillow fort?"
(Ach! Me too!) "Mainly just the pillow fort," she said. "You were surprisingly lucid. I wasn't expecting it. You said some weird things, but we actually went to sleep pretty quickly."
"Oh. That's mostly good. I probably didn't embarrass myself too much." He laughed quietly. "This fort is surprisingly nice. I would lay here all day if I could."
"That's loopy Francis talking," she said, closing her eyes. "Although I agree. It's... what's the word we decided on? Lovely?" (Question, are you planning on having Vivienne make any more appearances any time soon? In case you haven't figured it out already, I'm a bit of a planner. )
(Yeah, I was planning as well. She is going to cause some trouble, trying to get Francis back. He'll probably be able to mostly deny her cause he's loyal to Poppy. I just have to get more in depth with my ideas.) "I'm not loopy anymore, as sad as that is. And, yes. The word was lovely. I chose a word that reminded me of you."
(That b-) "Francis Craw, are you flirting with me?" she asked wryly, raising an eyebrow. "You know you don't need to do that. You already have me."
(Only word I use to describe her, too.) "I know. I can't help it. I still have a hard believing it, because it seemed so.. unrealistic. That, you're pretty, so obviously I must compliment you."
She blushed but shook her head, embarrassed. "Loopy Francis is definitely still here," she said, laughing lightly. "I thought he wore off after a good night's sleep, but I guess not."
"I'm not loopy anymore. I thought you'd be able to tell the difference," he said, sitting up and leaning over her, supporting himself with his hand. He reached down and kissed her on the forehead. "Am I not supposed to be nice when I'm not loopy?"
Her eyes closed slightly when he kissed her, but they opened quickly to look back up at him, bright and content. "You're always sweet," she said thoughtfully, reaching up to graze his jaw with her fingers. "You're just more liberal with your affections when you're loopy."
He smiled, then removed the sling, finding it a bit more comfortable with it. "I should really work on that, then," he said, leaning down to kiss her again, this time on the mouth.
She relaxed when he kissed her, and her hands reached up to him, one on the side of his neck, and one on his shoulder. Her lips curved into a small smile as she kissed him back, feeling her heart beating in her chest.
He gently brushed some of her hair back, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. He pulled away, looking to the entrance with slight annoyance. "I'll get this. Stay here."
"Hm? Oh, alright," she said, laughing slightly at herself, placing a hand to her forehead. "Sorry about that."
"It's not your fault," he said as he got out of the tent. "Stupid door." He opened it a crack, only to pause. "What do you want?" A familiar voice responded. Vivienne's. "Hey Francis," she said sweetly. "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today." He frowned, fixing his sleeve. "No thanks. I have plans already." She noticed his bruises, and smirked. "Have a fun night?" Her words frustrated him, but he blushed. "Excuse me? You must not be well informed. I need you to leave. Right now." (How unexpected!)
(Gasp!) Poppy heard her voice and frowned. She sat up, pulling the sheet closer around her, hating how the sound of it made her stomach drop.
She put her hands on her hips. "Hmm. I'm sorry. Won't you just accept my apologies?" "Please, just leave. I.. I don't love or even like you any more." The words sounded forced, like he didn't want to say it at first, but he did mean it. "C'mon, Francis, just one walk?" She made it clear she didn't want to leave.
