Post by Onzy on Feb 26, 2011 13:22:06 GMT
Connor led the blindfolded female towards the empty pastures. With Spring in the air, he had noticed a change in the atmosphere. All the tension that had come with Winter was slowly seeping away, everything that had happened was slowly evolving into the past. Not the most romantic of types, Connor knew that with this day, he would have to pull out all the stops, as he did every year. It was SJ's and his three year anniversary, and somehow it all felt so binding. Not that he cared. SJ bought out the best in him, tamed the arrogance that ruled his life. He was someone different around her, and he loved her for it. Connor, where are we going? she asked for the millionth time on the slow journey. You'll see, he answered, whispering it softly in her ear.
SJ had been lured to the barns late that evening. Simon had told her to dress comfortably, but wouldn't disclose the reason why, and when she had arrived at the barn, who would be waiting for her but Connor. He had blindfolded her, and now she was on her way to someplace. She trusted Connor, but she knew that something was up.
Relax, and trust me, he said softly, feeling the tension coursing through SJ. The stars seemed to be out in full force, and their glittering dance was the same. Pulling Sj to a soft halt, he took off the blindfold, watching out of the corner of his eye at her reaction to the scene before her. A picnic lay before them, the blanket strewn with rose petals, and the basket next to it.
Oh Connor, she said, astounded, I love it, she carried on. Connor gently took her hand, and seated her on the blanket, before he took his place himself. Pulling out a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne, he popped the cork, and poured two glasses. Happy anniversary my love, he said in his smooth Irish accents.
SJ had been lured to the barns late that evening. Simon had told her to dress comfortably, but wouldn't disclose the reason why, and when she had arrived at the barn, who would be waiting for her but Connor. He had blindfolded her, and now she was on her way to someplace. She trusted Connor, but she knew that something was up.
Relax, and trust me, he said softly, feeling the tension coursing through SJ. The stars seemed to be out in full force, and their glittering dance was the same. Pulling Sj to a soft halt, he took off the blindfold, watching out of the corner of his eye at her reaction to the scene before her. A picnic lay before them, the blanket strewn with rose petals, and the basket next to it.
Oh Connor, she said, astounded, I love it, she carried on. Connor gently took her hand, and seated her on the blanket, before he took his place himself. Pulling out a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne, he popped the cork, and poured two glasses. Happy anniversary my love, he said in his smooth Irish accents.
