Tag: bpr

Creme: Now, don’t be out too late. You are an adult, but I still worry.

Hymenaios: I know, Maman.

Creme: Good.

Creme: Hymenaios, has dear Aurora seen the bluffs yet? That might give her some nice scenery. 

Hymenaios: That’s a great idea, Maman! I don’t know why I haven’t thought of that before! We should get going before sunset.

Aurora: Well, I’ve gotten pretty far. But I’m having trouble with one scene. It’s the scene where Caramel confesses his feelings for Blossom. I don’t know where it should take place or how it should happen.

Creme: Well, I have an idea of where, at least.

Aurora: And that’s what I got for this chapter. It’s still a rough draft, so it’s not perfect.

Creme: I think it’s amazing! I would love to read the entirety of it sometime. How far are you with the story?

For a moment, it almost seemed like their lips were going to meet. But Caramel pulled away. He didn’t want to upset her. What if she didn’t feel the same way? He had to tell her, just not now. He had a cake to finish.

“Oh, alright,” Blossom agreed. “Only because I’m hungry.”

“Come on. I should be taking the cake out,” Caramel finally said. It felt like they had danced for hours, though it had only been a couple of minutes.

“Aww, do you have to? You’re so warm,” Blossom said, leaning in closer to Caramel.

“Unless you want the cake to burn. Besides, that’s what you get for wearing a dress.”

As they glided through the kitchen, Blossom snickered to herself. Was this actually happening?

“What’s so funny, ma fleur?”

“It’s just, two months ago, I never thought I’d be slow dancing in a kitchen with a French boy while waiting for a cake to bake.”

“Well, it’s not exactly common,” Caramel retorted.

“You doofus. I know that.”

“Why don’t we dance?” Caramel asked.

“Dance? But there’s no music.” Caramel grabbed Blossom’s hands. He could never admit this out loud, but even just holding her hands made him feel that feeling that children would describe as butterflies.

“There. It should only be a couple minutes for the cake to finish,” Caramel said, still looking at the oven.

“Really? It smells like it’s done,” Blossom responded.

“Just because it smells good, doesn’t mean it’s done.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do while we wait?”