It was a calm breeze billowing in the leaves that had Hilary looking up in the direction of the one walking silently next to her. Coincidentally, it also happened to be that same breeze that had a lustful cinnamon scent wafting to her, her body melting and eyes fluttering at the sweet, sweet smell of the other's perfume. She had no idea why she wanted to, but suddenly she had a craving to side closer to that wafting scent, to get more of that delicious aroma. Like perfume, only more masculine in the way it stung your nose.
Her gaze shifted back to where it was supposed to be, on the secluded path they were currently walking. Her bangs got in her sight messily, causing her to brush them back into the crevice of her ear slightly to get them out of the way. Growing her hair out hadn't been something she had planned on, but she certainly couldn't change that now. She had other motives to attend to other than getting her hair cut, of course she didn't have time to do it, and that was why she needed to keep it long.
I like it this way… it makes your face look more mature.
Hilary ignored her own mind.
Leaves brushed past their shoes on the dirt trail, some from being kicked, and others from that sedating wind ruffling nature's hair. Hilary had to forcefully keep her eyes trained on the dirt and rocks below them, trying not to be too obvious where her sight was lingering a bit too much these days. It shouldn't be that hard—she'd been having problems with her balance anyway, she needed to concentrate on her walking apparently, because she obviously had no coordination skills today. From falling down the stairs almost, all the way down to tripping over her own feet, Hilary had seen almost every which way that was possible to trip over. The circumstances of the day had no effect on that either, it was just that she hadn't gotten any sleep.
Even so, Hilary couldn't help herself from tripping over a fallen tree when one was in their path. Her shoelace got caught on one of the branches, causing her to fall, yet again, into strong arms almost deceitfully ready to catch her, as if they already knew she was going to screw up, knew that she needed this support. But she retaliated by swinging her arms rapidly as her voice got muffled in a cinnamon scented, cotton shirt, causing the other to let go of her as she fell to the ground.
Face planted in the grimy soil, she grimaced and then full out glared and cursed when she heard a snort from above her. Had it been any other person on any other day, she would have said something repulsively loud at the reaction, but instead slowly picked herself off the ground, rubbing her nose a few times before stubbornly walking off onto the path they were following.
She still had no idea where they were going.
So… do you wanna go for a walk?
No.
…just us?
Okay—why not…
Hilary bit her lower lip and kept her eyes trained on the ground, watching as her left foot would disappear, only to be replaced by her right, and so on and so forth as she kept her brisk pace. Before they had just been going at a slow, relaxed walk, but now she didn't want to have to live with these apprehensive feelings anymore—she just wanted to get this over with. She wanted to know where they were going.
It was a windy day. Spring, but windy and warm, late in the final days of flowers and newly brazen leaves. The air even tasted sweet with the new flowers' blossoming, the entire area becoming more enriched with the last of everything coming to life out in the open. The leaves shook themselves out from their resting places, coming to full bloom much like the flowers, but unlike them, they would remain through the hot days of summer all the way through the season, wherein the flowers would fall to become tasteful fruit to be picked by the many harvesters of the earth. The foliage would soon turn their darkest shade of green, the sun going from light to blaring in the days to come. Not something Hilary wanted entirely—she enjoyed the spring air a little too much, almost to the point of longing for the season to never end and for the others to hurry up and be done with so spring could come all that sooner.
I won't be coming back next spring, Hilary.
Her brows furrowed, eyes stinging because of the pollen being whipped into her eyes from the strong wind. Only allergies, she knows that. Believes that.
I don't know when I'll be back.
Because of her quick pace she'd forgotten the other must not have been able to keep up while walking. The sound of shoes pounding on the ground alerted her. She looked up, head twisted over her shoulder to see. She apologizes as soon as the other catches up, jerking her head almost painfully to the forefront again, this time looking at the trees ahead of her.
Just before she's about to stuff her hands in her pockets a warm grip grabs hold of her wrist. She tugs once reflexively, still not facing toward the other, confused but mostly just being stubborn. What?
Can we talk?
No.
I have something I need to get off my chest.
…Sure.
She isn't sure about the almost angry hold on her arm—but then again, she also isn't so sure of the thumb swirling calming circles on her skin, making her sigh in a way she never thought possible. She catches herself before it become audible, eyes churning with expressive confusion, bottom lip sucked once again between her teeth and brows pulled together. She mutters something, not so in-character of herself, always being one to fully articulate herself through words, not always the same actions like the ones being pulled on her right now like some nasty trick.
I…
No.
I think I…
Hilary turned then; face steeled to one of her hardest. Then, she reached her right hand back, curled it into a tight fist. The wind still billowed around them in a melodious swirl; leaves left over from the fall, crisp and clean, brushing up against them again.
That cinnamon scent floated to her; her eyes dilated—resolve. It suddenly didn't matter where they were going anymore. Both his hands cupped the cheeks of Hilary's face to bring their heads together. She swayed her head back and forth, as if saying no, but she isn't, and the other knew that.
I think I…
Tyson brushed his lips against Hilary's.
I think I love you…
