October 25, 2022 – 1:15 AM
Last modified: October 26, 2022 – 9:57 PM by Poppy Dashwood.
Poppy Dashwood — Played by Fox
Poppy couldn’t help the little smile that stole across her face at the gentleman’s response. Everything inside of her desperately wanted to ask:
am I wasting my time on you? She refrained, only just. Instead, a sweet little sigh escaped and she hoped in vain that he wouldn’t notice.
It was becoming more and more apparent to Poppy that the more time she spent with Kristoffer, the harder it was going to be not to… daydream about him. It was silly, she knew. Foolish, on the worst of days. Mama would chide her for thinking someone so young was even worth her fondness. But Mama didn’t know how sweet, and charming, and charismatic Mr. Lestrange had always been to her. But for one exciting fault, he was the epitome of the most deserving gentleman. It was a shame he had no inclination to marry, yet.
Poppy hated to think of the idea that one day he might, and it could very well be to someone disagreeable and vain. Oh how she would hate that. The very thought made her ill. Shaking it from her mind, she laughed softly again a his offer.
“One day I shall surely take you up on it,” she replied, easily.
“And who knows?” Her eyes glimmered with mischief.
“Perhaps we can go on an adventure, somewhere fun.”
© Fox
November 12, 2022 – 12:16 AM
He didn’t know what her sigh meant, exactly, but he heard it – he was too close to her to miss it. It felt, somehow, like a familiar feeling. She didn’t say anything to that effect, and nor did he. But Kristoffer was sure there was something hanging in the air between them, that thin, fragile space between them as they danced, some charged sensation that there was more at stake here than just a dance.
But maybe he was fooling himself about that, imagining things where they weren’t. Maybe he’d been twisting logic too much tonight to try and convince himself there was no feeling there at all. Maybe he’d hoped it would work. Maybe he’d wanted to make her jealous, to avoid her; maybe he wanted to do the opposite now, stay here and dance with her for the rest of the night.
Maybe, he considered, thinking was doing him no good.
Maybe he should just enjoy the dance. “That sounds like a plan, Poppy Dashwood,” Kris declared, squeezing her hand a little tighter in conspiratorial answer, if nothing else. He doubted it would ever happen – but it was almost enough to imagine the adventure they could have. He smiled at her; it was almost his usual smirk. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”
