02-07-2023, 01:26 AM
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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: On second thought, her helping with potted plants is enough xD Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
There it was again. Wifey. It and other pet names, especially 'babe', were among the most innocuous words in the spoken word. Existence, survival, all hinged on separation and unique identity and among those factors was your name. When you first meet an individual, among the first questions one may ask is their name and that sharing could, arguably, be quite the intimate gesture. So why, oh why, would you want to be stripped of that by a person you were meant to have a partnership with? When one began using such saccharine sweet words, it often turned into rarely uttering the other's name and then...well...there was a history she would like not to tread along and relive while attempting to maintain a certain level of professionalism.
Which is why her jaw set as she force a polite but tight lipped smile on her snowflake kissed skin - essentially devoid of any warmth despite said smile. "Yes," she confirmed his inquiry before whipping out her notebook and jotting down a note to pick one of those up from the greenhouse outback. "Asclepias tuberosa, or butterfly root, would make a fine addition to ---"
Interrupted. Truly, one of her favorite things to be: interrupted. Just ask the cockroach in the jar in her pocket how well she took to being interrupted.
Tempted to ignore his recognition of her previous schooling and continue to explain her suggestion, Valerie closed her eyes for three counts while holding her breath before releasing it slowly through her nostrils on the beat of four. "I did." Though her tone hardly shared his enthusiasm.
She did not have particularly fond memories from Ilvermorny outside of Kyle and Jesús...and even those were horrendously tempted now thanks to the pompous bronzed Thunderbird.
Babe.
Yes. Jer liked using that word too. Of course he only used it with the wifey but there you were. The man would have suggested that Valerie hadn’t been given the proper nicknames by the right person or persons. Such endearing terms only served to remind another that they were loved and cared for dearly. He would be defending the use of sweet nicknames for as long as he lived, thank you very much.
Jer thought that Valerie was having a bad day hence the uptight attitude. That wasn’t his problem, was it? Maybe the plant lady just had had it with customers. Maybe he ought to make his second selection as quickly as possible to make a timely escape. Maybe he ought to blurt out about Ilvermorny. Yes, let’s go with that Jer.
For a moment, it seemed that there would not be an answer to his question. At the same time, Jer was given the impression that his present company was seeking patience in the brief moment she closed her eyes before exhaling. Surely he wasn't the cause of such actions? “I knew it! I…. think you were two years my junior.” Think was the keyword here. “Jeremy Dawson here. Not sure if you remember me now but it's nice seeing you again!” Oh yes. “You were mentioning butterfly root. I am slightly familiar with that one; rather gorgeous too. Hmmm. May I have one of it?” |
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