A/n: I'm not exactly sure where this fanfic is going, the summary was only
to give a basic idea of what I think is going to happen....*shrug*
~Reviewers~
Starhollow: Thank you for the review, so so so much. I didn't know that there were other China Garden fanfics other than yours and the one I'm writing...what are their titles? Btw: Please keep writing your fanfic on CG. It's really fun reading something that's actually on the same subject ^ ^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ch. 4: Rose sighed as Gilbert, transformed into a stern, older brother, lectured her on the dangers of....what was it again? Oh yes. Making enemies among the villagers. She rolled her eyes mentally as she pretended to nod and listen attentively, and let her mind wander. James was probably off with another girl, Victoria was probably off with two other boys, and she was stuck in the library with Gilbert. She looked around discreetly, and let her eyes settle on the Book of the Sacred Dream, written by her mother Rosamund. Her mother, and her grandmother, and her great grandmother...all named Rosamund. She grinned suddenly as she saw James waving frantically at her in the window behind Gilbert's back and quickly sent a thought to him. *Rather boring in here, what are you doing out there?*
*I'm going swimming while you stay with your fond admirer.* He sent an impression of an impish grin. *Have fun.* She sent back an image of her making him stay on her patient bed for another three weeks and pouring nasty potions down his throat. Instead of groaning in mock horror as he always did, his eyes changed suddenly, became dark emerald. *See you later, Aurora dearest.* Rose frowned slightly. Why did he call her by her middle name? No one used that name except for her stiff-necked father. Who, of course, melted every time she used her mother's way of batting her eyelashes at him shyly...but that was beside the point. He was a lemon the rest of the time. She turned her thoughts back to James's odd behavior. Why did he act so oddly? She giggled out loud suddenly. Her acquaintance, Charlotte, would have told him that he looked hot. But of course, Charlotte was from America. Gilbert grinned at her, his lecture long over while he studied her face (for a painting, of course). "So. How would you like to learn more about your future inheritance as the Kenward bride?" His eyes held a hint of some hidden emotion, but revealed more of his easygoing self than had been for a long while. Rose smiled sweetly, and smacked him smartly over the head with a leather-bound book. "Sure."
Later, as Gilbert mockingly acted out the part of a lord saying good- bye to his lady, James burst in and pinned her to the ground with his twilight filled eyes. "I need to borrow Auro-Rose for a second, excuse me," he said icily. He dragged her out, then gave her the reins to a horse. "Ride with me for a while?" His eyes were pleading, and yet imperious. Rose said slowly, "What is this all about? This better not be some prank." James shook his head frantically. "No, no...it's just that I need to talk to you somewhere where we won't be overheard." He sent an impression of Gilbert and some members of their family. They rode hard and fast, going deep into the forests surrounding Stoke Raven. After they dismounted, Rose slid off her horse gracefully and put her hands on her hips. "What is this all about?" she demanded. James's eyes were now a brilliant green, boring into hers. "You know we're the Guardians." She nodded. "And you know we're supposed to be Destined together." She winced, but nodded again. He took a deep breath, and kissed her softly on the mouth. She stared shell-shocked at his brilliant eyes. Then she punched him in the stomach. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He said nothing, only looked broodingly at her. "Well?" She snapped, "Well what?"
"Did you feel anything?" Rose blushed for one of the first times in her life. "No. Absolutely not." She swung back on her horse and ran for home as if the Devil himself were chasing her, leaving James in the shade of the tree smiling softly and staring at her fleeing form. Perhaps things could work out after all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n: *cough* well, um, that was rather awkward. But you see, I don't actually want them...ok, never mind. I just realized I don't have a knack for writing romance, so I'm jacking the genre to make it something else. New ideas churning through my head...yay. Please review anyway!!!
~Reviewers~
Starhollow: Thank you for the review, so so so much. I didn't know that there were other China Garden fanfics other than yours and the one I'm writing...what are their titles? Btw: Please keep writing your fanfic on CG. It's really fun reading something that's actually on the same subject ^ ^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ch. 4: Rose sighed as Gilbert, transformed into a stern, older brother, lectured her on the dangers of....what was it again? Oh yes. Making enemies among the villagers. She rolled her eyes mentally as she pretended to nod and listen attentively, and let her mind wander. James was probably off with another girl, Victoria was probably off with two other boys, and she was stuck in the library with Gilbert. She looked around discreetly, and let her eyes settle on the Book of the Sacred Dream, written by her mother Rosamund. Her mother, and her grandmother, and her great grandmother...all named Rosamund. She grinned suddenly as she saw James waving frantically at her in the window behind Gilbert's back and quickly sent a thought to him. *Rather boring in here, what are you doing out there?*
*I'm going swimming while you stay with your fond admirer.* He sent an impression of an impish grin. *Have fun.* She sent back an image of her making him stay on her patient bed for another three weeks and pouring nasty potions down his throat. Instead of groaning in mock horror as he always did, his eyes changed suddenly, became dark emerald. *See you later, Aurora dearest.* Rose frowned slightly. Why did he call her by her middle name? No one used that name except for her stiff-necked father. Who, of course, melted every time she used her mother's way of batting her eyelashes at him shyly...but that was beside the point. He was a lemon the rest of the time. She turned her thoughts back to James's odd behavior. Why did he act so oddly? She giggled out loud suddenly. Her acquaintance, Charlotte, would have told him that he looked hot. But of course, Charlotte was from America. Gilbert grinned at her, his lecture long over while he studied her face (for a painting, of course). "So. How would you like to learn more about your future inheritance as the Kenward bride?" His eyes held a hint of some hidden emotion, but revealed more of his easygoing self than had been for a long while. Rose smiled sweetly, and smacked him smartly over the head with a leather-bound book. "Sure."
Later, as Gilbert mockingly acted out the part of a lord saying good- bye to his lady, James burst in and pinned her to the ground with his twilight filled eyes. "I need to borrow Auro-Rose for a second, excuse me," he said icily. He dragged her out, then gave her the reins to a horse. "Ride with me for a while?" His eyes were pleading, and yet imperious. Rose said slowly, "What is this all about? This better not be some prank." James shook his head frantically. "No, no...it's just that I need to talk to you somewhere where we won't be overheard." He sent an impression of Gilbert and some members of their family. They rode hard and fast, going deep into the forests surrounding Stoke Raven. After they dismounted, Rose slid off her horse gracefully and put her hands on her hips. "What is this all about?" she demanded. James's eyes were now a brilliant green, boring into hers. "You know we're the Guardians." She nodded. "And you know we're supposed to be Destined together." She winced, but nodded again. He took a deep breath, and kissed her softly on the mouth. She stared shell-shocked at his brilliant eyes. Then she punched him in the stomach. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He said nothing, only looked broodingly at her. "Well?" She snapped, "Well what?"
"Did you feel anything?" Rose blushed for one of the first times in her life. "No. Absolutely not." She swung back on her horse and ran for home as if the Devil himself were chasing her, leaving James in the shade of the tree smiling softly and staring at her fleeing form. Perhaps things could work out after all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/n: *cough* well, um, that was rather awkward. But you see, I don't actually want them...ok, never mind. I just realized I don't have a knack for writing romance, so I'm jacking the genre to make it something else. New ideas churning through my head...yay. Please review anyway!!!