[Headcanon: esteljune:
Sometimes I like to imagine teenage Ratonhnhaké:ton getting all awkward around a young lady. "Women…mysterious creatures…"]
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He's met you before, Connor admits suddenly one night while having dinner with you in the mansion. You look up from your task of searching for your favorite spoon and raise an eyebrow.
„Really?" He nods, reaching past you then after a little bit of rummaging in the drawer behind you, he pulls out the spoon you were looking for. He hands you the utensil and you accept it with a wide smile plastered on your face. He doesn't smile back at you but his eyes, warm, welcoming and so-so brown, send a message you've been able to recognize for a while now. Your own smile gets wider, if it's even possible, and you start to follow him as he turns to the dinning room's direction.
"When was it?" You ask, intrigued by the information. This time you can almost catch that adorable little smile he sometimes flashes at you and this makes you even more curious. "God, Connor, you're killing me here!" You laugh, watching him as he sits down and makes himself comfortable. You arch an eyebrow at him but he refuses to talk and motions you to sit as well. You pout and get ready to whine but he raises a hand, gets a hold on the chair at the end of the table and pulls it out for you. Giving up, you decide it's best you settle down as well, thinking that this way he's possibly going to start talking and share his story. Connor grabs the utensils laid down beside his plate but doesn't start eating immediately. He's poking the table with the fork in his left hand and opens his mouth to talk.
*flashback**
He's staring at you. A young boy with dark hair and eyes, most likely from a native tribe, is standing in front of the Green Dragon and continues to stare at you. You try to go about your own business but you can feel his eyes on you and you keep looking back at the lad. He's handsome, you decide. Gorgeous even.
Oh, God, she noticed me. Well, I just have to act as I usually do. Calm down, Ratonhnhaké:ton. She is just a regular citizen. She is not even that pretty. Her bun is rather messy, that is not engaging. She has overly big breasts for her young age too. Why am I thinking about her bosom?
You raise an eyebrow as you notice the grimace, which appeared a few minutes ago, turning into an utterly shocked expression on his face. You sigh and shook your head then glance at the dog that's been following you around the whole morning. You smile down at the stray animal and offer him a piece of bread from your basket. He's eager to accept the food, it's plain to see, but nevertheless he stays put and takes the bread gently from your hand. You pat him on the head then proceed to the tavern.
Huh, she likes dogs. That is…that is a nice trait. But who does not love dogs, right? She is just an average girl, you do not have to act as if she is different from the many others, Ratonhnhaké:ton. For example, that woman with the red hair looks almost exactly like her. The only difference is that the red haired woman is a bit older and she does not have a bun, her hip is much wider and her skin is awfully pale. But she does have a bun, quite messy though, her skin tone is beautiful and her hip's shape is perfect. See, almost exactly like.., well yes, no.
He's staring, again. You start to think that you have something on your face, so you stop and look at your reflection in the nearest window. Nothing unusual. Okay. You straighten your dress, reposition the basket on your arm and continue your walk to the tavern.
She is coming this way. Why is she coming this way? Do not worry, Ratonhnhaké:ton, she is just a normal, not so pretty, animal loving young lady with a messy bun and overly big breasts for her age. No, you fool, do not think of her bosom anymore!
"Uh, excuse me." He whips his head to your direction and looks down at you. He's blushing slightly, you notice. A gentle smile finds its way up to your lips and you clear your throat again. "I-uh, can I get through?" You ask politely. His eyes widen and he starts to splutter. You let out a short laugh which causes him to stop the embarrassed stuttering and he finally manages to step aside.
"Here." He says, while motioning to the door and turning his head a bit to the side.
"Thank you." You reach out towards his arm but just when you're about to give it a pat, he suddenly turns rigid and takes a step further. You narrow your eyes and look at him confusedly. "Sorry." You breathe, timidly. He shakes his head, his cheeks getting pink, and screws his way in front of you then pushes the door open. He waits for you to enter and after that, he walks in as well and takes a seat at a table in the corner to the left.
"Ah, it's been so long, sweetheart! How have you been?" The warm voice of the owner, Catherine, sobers you enough to take your eyes off of the strange boy and make a dash to where the woman serves a bunch of men.
*end of flashback**
You stare at a crumb on the tablecloth as you recall the memory. You're still listening to Connor but the scene is just so realistic that you can't really react. You exhale loudly, not sure how long you've been holding your breath.
"How did you know it was me?" You ask suddenly. Connor looks at you a bit taken aback. You chuckle softly and put down your spoon. "I mean, when did you realize I'm the girl from the Green Dragon? It's been a few years now, yet you still remember me."
"Oh." He murmurs something you can't really make out but then switches to a louder tone. "I saw you treating a dog in front of Oliver's inn."
"A dog, huh?" You shake your head, grabbing your utensils again, chuckling to yourself.
"Yes, a dog." Connor replies, looking at you gently. You glance at him for a brief moment and catch him observing the region of your chest. He averts his eyes quickly and starts eating. You're almost sure that his cheeks turned a little redder than usual.