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Okay, so this is what I thought up after catching up with season 2 of Star Vs the forces of evil.
This story was such a fun Idea, I thought, that I couldn't help but write it. However I do not know if I will continue this story after chapter one is finished. So really, me continuing this little story all depends on how responsive people are to it.
And so without further ado, here's the prologue.
This story was such a fun Idea, I thought, that I couldn't help but write it. However I do not know if I will continue this story after chapter one is finished. So really, me continuing this little story all depends on how responsive people are to it.
And so without further ado, here's the prologue.
Prologue
"Once upon a time in a universe far, far away where not even God can reach, there existed a world known only as Amalgma. Created by the love between Anima, the earth mother and Animus, the sky father, Amalgma was a world of magical gods and savage monsters. Weather they were god or monster though, they were both children of Anima and Animus even if they were also bitter enemies, for the elegant gods hated the grotesque monsters. As such, Amalgma was bathed in the blood of children and war between siblings as Anima and Animus could only watch sadly as their sons and daughters died honor less, spiteful deaths while ages bloomed and wilted.
In one such age, The Age of Roses, the unfruitful gods were becoming overrun by the fertile monsters and so came up with a plan of creation that would one day lead to oppression. Simple and elegant like the gods themselves, the plan was to create a new race, far more plentiful than the monsters, that could fight the war for the gods. And so the gods took flight, spreading seeds that had carefully been designed in magical workshops across the surface of Amalgma to be planted and grown inside the womb of Anima, the earth itself. One, two, three, four, five, six days passed and on the seventh hour of the seventh day, the seeds bloomed and a new people was born. Named Rosallins by the gods, for their artificial seeds were based on roses, they were similar to humans in almost every way and so were perfect to fight the monsters for the gods. With numbers and magic on their side, the Rosallins descended upon the monsters like demons, conquering monster infested land, hoarding knowledge, and forcing the once proud monsters to live in caves in the face of the Rosallin conquest. And so ended the Age of Roses, with monsters constrained inside caves, Rosallins inheriting castles on the surface, and god's living lavishly inside flying castles while Anima and Animus wept at the outcome.
Like this, many ages came and went until finally an age unlike any other settled upon the beings of Amalgma, it was an age of change, The Age of Dust. Like the many ages before, it started with the Rosallins, specifically the Princess of the Rosallin, The Lady Vanillia Rose who dared to do the forbidden. She fell in love with a monster, the very creature her people were designed to destroy and she fell head over heels for him in secrecy, seeing her love only in the wilds, outside of Rosallin civilization and away from the prying eyes of her mother and father, the queen and king. For a time, their love went unopposed, even supported at times by Anima and Animus who believed that the young couple create equality between the three races on Amalgma. Soon however, tragedy struck with the assassination of the Rosallin King and Queen at the hands of Monster assassins. Accordingly, Vanillia inherited the throne and the Rosallin Empire at the young age of seventeen. Yet, inheritance is not the same as being the actual ruler, instead it was decided by Intravious, the fist of the King that Vanillia would become ruler when she was of age. As such, Vanillia was livid, she wanted the power of being Queen immediately so she could hunt down the monsters that had killed her parents. But, no matter how much she complained, Intravious would not allow her to be Queen. Though frustrated, Vanillia soon caught a break when Anima herself offered to train her in magic so she would have no problem in achieving her vengeance one day.
And so for three years, Vanillia learned magic from Anima, was taught politics by Intravious, and studied monster culture more than any human alive with her monster lover who had vowed to support her vengeance. Thus on her twentieth birthday, Vanillia had come of age and was the most powerful magical being between both Rosallins and gods due to her training by Anima when she was coroneted as Queen of the Rosallin Empire. In a week she completed her first act as Queen, she hunted down everyone involved in her parents murder and executed them publically at her capital. It was after the Execution however, that Vanillia shocked her people when she proclaimed:
"With the deaths of these filthy murderers, humans and monsters are now equal and so it is with the utmost honor that I proclaim The Rosallin Empire to now be open to all citizenship seeking monsters who are willing to help me bring equality to the surface of Amalgma".
Unsurprisingly, her people were outraged for they did not trust the savage monsters but the Queen did not care, even when riots and rebellion broke out she ended them single handedly if she had to. Thus, forced equality was placed upon the Rosallin empire during Vanillia's rule as Monster immigrants flooded in. Sadly, despite Vanillias best efforts, she could not make the Monsters and Rosallins into allies especially after she decided to marry her monster lover and make him King. Just as badly though, not only did the two fail as effective leaders of the Rosallin Empire, but they also failed as parents by neglecting their daughter while trying to fix their empire and letting her be raised by Intravious.
Though traditional, Vanillia trusted Intravious with her daughter, and so he used that fact in his mission to destroy vanillia for the crime of what he felt was betraying her parents legacy. Intravious corrupted the Princess, The Lady Cacao Rose by loving her like the father she always wanted and telling her tales of her tyrannical parents who let savage monsters usurp the rights of the Rosallins. For years he corrupted her and made plans to overthrow Queen Vanillia until finally seventeen years after Vanillia became queen, he enacted his coup to take over the monarchy with princess Cacao at his side. Intravious knew that Vanillia was the biggest problem for his coup but he had seventeen years to prepare and so was able to find a way to capture her since he could not kill her for she was simply too strong. And so during the day of his coup, Intravious was able to kill the king with overwhelming numbers and capture the queen inside a rare magical object known as a Soul gem with the help of the princess. But though her capture was as sudden as lightning, Vanillia was able to drag her daughter into the Soul gem with her when she was captured.
Thus, the monarchy of the Rosallin Empire died that day with Intravious taking control of the Empire. However, before he did anything, he knew he had to find some way to get rid of the Soul gem that carried the souls of Vanillia and Cacao Rose. He could not simply destroy it, for that would release the souls within, and so instead he used magic to send the Soul gem to what he called another dimension. As it so happens though, the dimension he sent it to is the world We live in, the world we call Sugalin. And so as it traveled untold miles to get to our world, something happened inside of the gem as it crossed into our world. From within, Vanillia with her unimaginable amount of magical power was able to split the Soul gem from the inside as it descended upon our world. With the shard containing vanillia landing on a little village in the country of Nonamia where it was discovered by a little girl. This, Sweetie, is the story of that little girl."
- The Court Witch, The Lady Protector of Nonamia, The Messenger of the King, The Mother of Monsters, The Rider of Rainbows, The Baker of Cookies, She Who Dances With Magic and Mayhem, Weaver of Love and Fortune speaking to her eight year old daughter apprentice.
Chapter 1 part 1
- Location
- Montclair, California
Chapter 1
"Don't leave me Oscar".
Yawning, the words tumble out of Abby's mouth as her dreams tease her mind with thoughts that are the shape of cats. Seconds pass and soon the drifting feeling of slumber is shattered as weight suddenly becomes reality and she can't help but stretch upwards in her scruffy blankets.
I want a cat Abby silently thinks as she blinks her eyes open and looks around the little room that she calls her own.
Her gaze flickering over her straw filled bed, over her one and only coffer, and over the self made portrait that hung on the wall, she remembers the night before and the promises that were made.
Eyes suddenly twinkling, she bounces out of bed and imagines her simple gown flaring in non existent winds as she walks to her little coffer to get properly dressed. It was cold today, so simple black hoses were pulled up her long legs and a overdress pulled down her body afterwards, one with a lace slit bodice.
Now all I need is a Husband She thinks, smiling in pride at her growth, for Abby was a dutiful daughter who didn't want to be a burden on her family forever.
Sighing happily and now dressed properly, she rushes out of her small room, through the bar of her father's inn and through a small door way before she reaches her parents room.
Pausing as a stray thought echoes in her mind though, she stops and places her ear to the wooden door just incase her parents are doing anything unbecoming of themselves. Hearing neither moan nor groan, Abby nods approvingly and barges into the room to get what she deserves.
"Mama! Papa! Wake up, wake up!", Abby says, the excitement blooming in her voice and echoing through the room as she glided over to her mother's side "It's bath day".
Elated, she watched as her groggily parents woke, her mother's blue eyes blinking open to focus on Abby before they closed with an annoyed grunt and her mother turned over in her blankets, ready to go back to sleep.
Rolling her eyes, Abby looked over at her father who was far more mature as he stretched upward in bed, flashing his hairy chest.
Gross
Shaking her head, Abby caught her Papa's blue eyes and with a pout and a flutter of her eyelashes, pleaded with him for help. Smiling, Papa scratches his scruffy chest before reaching over and brushing Mama's little head.
"You'll thank me later", Papa says as he looks fondly at his mumbling wife buried in their scruffy, white woolen blankets "besides the earlier we get to work, the more time you two can spend at the river"
"Traitor"
Smiling at Mama's annoyed words, Abby mouths a thank you at her Papa as her Mama slumps up out of her blankets, golden hair frizzled and frazzled when she sits up. This is perfect, Abby can't help but think as she absentmindedly nibbles on her lip We're already up early, so me and Mama shou-
"Sweetie, since you're already dressed" Papa's words are on hawk shaped wings as they fly over Abby's round, golden haired head "why don't you go and get the today's meat from the Hawthorns".
-ld be able to get our work done early today. Nodding in satisfaction, Abby returned to the real world just in time to hear her father's annoyed "Ahem".
"I'm sorry, What?" Abby said, refocusing on Papa to find annoyed eyes looking at her and causing her to thank God that she wasn't closer to him or else she knew she would have gotten a thump on the head.
"I said that I want you to go to the Hawthorns and get today's meat" Papa said, his blue eyes blazing with annoyance.
"Okay!" Abby squeaked out as she fled from the room, her tail tucked between her legs as she returned to the Inn's bar and the words of her Papa settled in her head.
Oh, I get to go see Tom
Her mind turning into a clutter and her cheeks becoming rosy at the thought of the butcher's son, Tom hawthorn and her lover, Abby sighed as she looked over the common area of the Inn. Six table were arranged into two columns in front of the bar, taking up most of the space of the Inn and placed their for patrons.
Shaking her head, Abby banished the scandalous, cluttering thoughts from her mind and walked around the bar and then the Inn's tables before she ended up at the Inn's entrance, oaken double doors.
Stepping outside, she meets the wild world with a smile on her lips and a hand on her hips as she looks all around at Rockington Village.
Chapter 1 part 2
- Location
- Montclair, California
The village was almost alive, leading up Rockington Hill with streets littered with dust and chickens as Abby walked down wooden steps towards the inner most buildings of the village, noticing everything and nothing.
"Up already, Applebottom" A sing-song voice said, words like dancing butterflies as they caught Abby's attention and her eyes turned to see the form of her best friend gliding over.
"Of course, today is bath day" Abby says to the tall girl with short brown hair, smile full of joy as she was pulled into a smothering hug. Sighing regretfully, Abby forces herself to pull out of the hug a little as she looks up at the beautiful girl and notices the man watching them both, she is on a schedule afterall.
"You going on a hunt with your dad Liz?" Abby asks, nodding in the direction of Liz's father with her hands on the other girls hips as her sky blue eyes stalk her friends face, taking in every detail. The doe brown of her eyes, the shoulder length spikiness of her hair, the sharpness of her lips that contrasted completely with her father who stood a ways back.
"Yup", Liz said pulling Abby into another hug, their bodies a contrasting glomb as they stood together before finally Liz pulled completely away "I'll try to see you later tonight little Apple".
"You better" Abby mumbled, watching the girl head back to her father who was geared for the day's hunt.
Deciding she had stood around long enough, she wished the two good luck in her mind as she once again began walking towards the center of the village. Greeting any she knew along the way, which was many considering she knew everyone in the village, Abby walked past the Edric household, the village Mill, and the Sampson household before drawing near the village smithy, the home of the Immanuel's.
The family of her Betrothed. The family she would one day marry into, so her family could have one less burden to weigh their pockets down.
Slowing down, Abby watched the stray pockets of smoke that clung to the smithy and wondered if she should say hello to Aden, he was probably working at the forge by now she knew. Shaking her head though, she decided against it for their was a timetable to be held and she really wanted a bath today.
Walking past the Smithy, the Church , and two more households under the rising sun before she finally reached the Hawthorn household, the butchers of the village.
Embarrassedly, Abby felt her lips curve into a stupid smile and her pale cheeks become pink with blood as she stopped in front of the meat storehouse, the building on the side of the Hawthorn house. She knew it was were Magni and Tom Hawthorn worked on preparing the butchered meat.
Quietly she knocked on the pine wood door that lead into storehouse.
A moment passed, and she knocked again. Another moment, and another knock. Taping her foot upon the ground, Abby was about to knock for a third time, but before she could, the door finally opened to reveal the form of Tom in his butcher uniform.
God Above, He's gorgeous.
Throat suddenly dry, Abby thought he looked like a hero straight out of a fairy tale with wavy midnight black hair that felt like silk when she ran her fingers through it, and eyes green as the rustling forest in the middle of spring. Sharp and intense, her knees were weak under the weight of his gaze as the green of his eyes pierced her flesh and bones, and then pierced her deeper still, straight to her fawning soul. Blue eyes roving as her heartbeat quickened, Abby traced Toms every feature as she blurted out a "hello". She gazed at the supple smoothness of the tan skin she remembered feeling so good against her own, at the full lips that she remembered kissing, at the sternness of his jaw, and at the way his pronounced collarbone peaked out at her from under his grey, bloody, butchers tunic. Nibbling at her lips, she wished the tunic was out of the way so she could see the tanned flesh beneath, press her warm hands against the coded muscle she knew was their. But...no, not right now she reminded herself as she focused on the task at hand and suddenly realized that Tom was talking.
"-orking on your order right now so why don't you come in" Tom says, his words like butterflies, flying right over her head.
"Er, what?" Abby whispers in embarrassment.
"I said", Tom says, smiling in forgiveness at her adorably embarrassed face "I'm working on your morning order right now so you should come in and wait".
"Oh", She says, watching and blushing as he backs up a little and opens the door for her "thank you".
Smiling, she glides into the storehouse, a step closer to finishing her first job of the day, and a step closer to getting the proper bath she hasn't had in two weeks.
"Up already, Applebottom" A sing-song voice said, words like dancing butterflies as they caught Abby's attention and her eyes turned to see the form of her best friend gliding over.
"Of course, today is bath day" Abby says to the tall girl with short brown hair, smile full of joy as she was pulled into a smothering hug. Sighing regretfully, Abby forces herself to pull out of the hug a little as she looks up at the beautiful girl and notices the man watching them both, she is on a schedule afterall.
"You going on a hunt with your dad Liz?" Abby asks, nodding in the direction of Liz's father with her hands on the other girls hips as her sky blue eyes stalk her friends face, taking in every detail. The doe brown of her eyes, the shoulder length spikiness of her hair, the sharpness of her lips that contrasted completely with her father who stood a ways back.
"Yup", Liz said pulling Abby into another hug, their bodies a contrasting glomb as they stood together before finally Liz pulled completely away "I'll try to see you later tonight little Apple".
"You better" Abby mumbled, watching the girl head back to her father who was geared for the day's hunt.
Deciding she had stood around long enough, she wished the two good luck in her mind as she once again began walking towards the center of the village. Greeting any she knew along the way, which was many considering she knew everyone in the village, Abby walked past the Edric household, the village Mill, and the Sampson household before drawing near the village smithy, the home of the Immanuel's.
The family of her Betrothed. The family she would one day marry into, so her family could have one less burden to weigh their pockets down.
Slowing down, Abby watched the stray pockets of smoke that clung to the smithy and wondered if she should say hello to Aden, he was probably working at the forge by now she knew. Shaking her head though, she decided against it for their was a timetable to be held and she really wanted a bath today.
Walking past the Smithy, the Church , and two more households under the rising sun before she finally reached the Hawthorn household, the butchers of the village.
Embarrassedly, Abby felt her lips curve into a stupid smile and her pale cheeks become pink with blood as she stopped in front of the meat storehouse, the building on the side of the Hawthorn house. She knew it was were Magni and Tom Hawthorn worked on preparing the butchered meat.
Quietly she knocked on the pine wood door that lead into storehouse.
A moment passed, and she knocked again. Another moment, and another knock. Taping her foot upon the ground, Abby was about to knock for a third time, but before she could, the door finally opened to reveal the form of Tom in his butcher uniform.
God Above, He's gorgeous.
Throat suddenly dry, Abby thought he looked like a hero straight out of a fairy tale with wavy midnight black hair that felt like silk when she ran her fingers through it, and eyes green as the rustling forest in the middle of spring. Sharp and intense, her knees were weak under the weight of his gaze as the green of his eyes pierced her flesh and bones, and then pierced her deeper still, straight to her fawning soul. Blue eyes roving as her heartbeat quickened, Abby traced Toms every feature as she blurted out a "hello". She gazed at the supple smoothness of the tan skin she remembered feeling so good against her own, at the full lips that she remembered kissing, at the sternness of his jaw, and at the way his pronounced collarbone peaked out at her from under his grey, bloody, butchers tunic. Nibbling at her lips, she wished the tunic was out of the way so she could see the tanned flesh beneath, press her warm hands against the coded muscle she knew was their. But...no, not right now she reminded herself as she focused on the task at hand and suddenly realized that Tom was talking.
"-orking on your order right now so why don't you come in" Tom says, his words like butterflies, flying right over her head.
"Er, what?" Abby whispers in embarrassment.
"I said", Tom says, smiling in forgiveness at her adorably embarrassed face "I'm working on your morning order right now so you should come in and wait".
"Oh", She says, watching and blushing as he backs up a little and opens the door for her "thank you".
Smiling, she glides into the storehouse, a step closer to finishing her first job of the day, and a step closer to getting the proper bath she hasn't had in two weeks.
Chapter 1 part 3
- Location
- Montclair, California
Since I know I'm not that good at romance/whatever you would call this, please feel free to make suggestion for improvement.
without further ado here's chapter 1 part 3
Silently, Tom closes the door behind her as they begin to walk side by side, so close yet so far, through a dimly lit hallway. Almost absentmindedly, Abby stretched out her left hand, reaching out for Tom's, and caressing, brushing his bony knuckles with her left hand.
"Your looking gorgeous this fine morning" Tom says, going one step further than Abby as instead of holding her hand, he moves his right hand to wrap around her lithe figure and pull her closer.
"At least one of us is" She sniffs, and yet doesn't pull away from him, instead trying to snuggle closer to the man as they walk.
"Argh, such cold blooded words", Tom says teasingly as he slowly brushes her waist through the fabric of her clothes with his right hand "but I guess it's my fault for falling for you beautiful"
She knew the words were a lie, but nevertheless she couldn't help her stomach from tightening with affection as she sighed happily, and moved like lightning. Twisting her hips, she reached upwards with her lips and for one crystal clear moment, planted a soft, teasing kiss upon his full lips. And then the moment was broken, and Abby pulled away from Tom with a satisfied smile.
But just as the moment was broken, so was Tom's facade.
He tried being smooth and suave with girls he liked, but he wasn't, and it showed as his self control broke and he gave into instinct, turning to rain a triplet of small kisses on Abby's lips and cheeks as she giggled before finally his brain caught up to his body and feelings.
Blushing for the first time that day, Tom pulled his face away from the beautiful girl that was before him. Sighing as the two of them reached the end of the hall and turned into the meat preparing room, Tom glanced over and down at Abby.
"Tease" He says, grumbling as they stop at the entrance to the new room and gaze all around at the skinned, animal carcasses hanging from the wall.
"I know" Abby says, a delighted smirk on her face as she continues "now get me my meat".
"Ugh, you slaver" Tom says as he walks over to the table, where a carcass of some animal was laid, and picks up a long blade before he begins cutting into the dead animal.
Watching him work, Abby can't help but take a sniff of the bloody room. It smells of blood and guts, coppery and pungent. Honestly, she can't help but think it smells delicious despite herself.
For a time, Abby simply explores the room she is in before returning her eyes to Tom, the motions of his hands as he expertly cuts up pieces of meat and separates them into two piles as a question forms in her mind.
"So how do you know what part of the meat is good and what's not?" She asks looking for something to entertain herself with as she peers at the pile of meat that he was putting into an animal skin bag for her.
"Ehh, well this buck here has already been skinned and gutted, so all the meat here is good really", Tom says, not really looking at her but waving around his knife nevertheless "But your father pays mine good money so I'm making sure to give you the best pieces I can give"
"Awe, thanks Tom", Abby says, breathing the word as he brings his knife back to the animal's carcass "so what part of the little buck is the best?"
"Well my dad says it's the heart, but personally the heart is too chewy", He says, his voice slipping into that of a lecturers "I like the kidneys better, good meat, but not too tough"
"Sounds delicious" She says, though honestly she liked her meat like her best friend liked her men, on the rough side.
"For you and me maybe", Tom says as he finally puts the knife done, wiping his hands on his tunic as he grabs the bag of meat before turning to Abby "all done Abby"
"Thanks Tom", Abby says, giving her lover a little smile as she takes the bag with both her hands "I'll make sure to tell Papa that you made sure to give me the good meat"
"Oh you know i'll give you my meat any time beautiful" He says, smirking as his eyes turn teasing once again.
"Gross" Abby says, sticking her tongue at the man who thought he was clever with twinkling eyes as he smiles at her response, before watching her turn on her heel towards the rooms exit.
Crossing into the hallway, Abby watches her step, not going to fast so Tom knows he can follow her out. It isn't a very long walk to the door that leads outside though, with Tom having caught up to her side a few steps before they both reached the beginning of the hallway. Pausing though, before he can open the door to the village, Tom glances over to Abby with a small, hopeful smile.
"So...goodbye kiss?" He says, a little unsure if he would get one after the "meat" comment
Rolling her eyes at the doubt he didn't want to show in his eyes, Abby stretches up on her tiptoes and plants a small, wet kiss on his tanned cheek as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"Yay" Tom says lamely as she backs away, a huge, cheesy smile on his face as he leans forwards and finally opens the door to the village outside.
"See you around beautiful" Tom says as she glides out of the storehouse.
"So long Tom" Abby says, waving goodbye at him before turning to continue her walk back to the Inn that she lived in, spirit growing more optimistic with each step as the rising sun watched from overhead.
without further ado here's chapter 1 part 3
Silently, Tom closes the door behind her as they begin to walk side by side, so close yet so far, through a dimly lit hallway. Almost absentmindedly, Abby stretched out her left hand, reaching out for Tom's, and caressing, brushing his bony knuckles with her left hand.
"Your looking gorgeous this fine morning" Tom says, going one step further than Abby as instead of holding her hand, he moves his right hand to wrap around her lithe figure and pull her closer.
"At least one of us is" She sniffs, and yet doesn't pull away from him, instead trying to snuggle closer to the man as they walk.
"Argh, such cold blooded words", Tom says teasingly as he slowly brushes her waist through the fabric of her clothes with his right hand "but I guess it's my fault for falling for you beautiful"
She knew the words were a lie, but nevertheless she couldn't help her stomach from tightening with affection as she sighed happily, and moved like lightning. Twisting her hips, she reached upwards with her lips and for one crystal clear moment, planted a soft, teasing kiss upon his full lips. And then the moment was broken, and Abby pulled away from Tom with a satisfied smile.
But just as the moment was broken, so was Tom's facade.
He tried being smooth and suave with girls he liked, but he wasn't, and it showed as his self control broke and he gave into instinct, turning to rain a triplet of small kisses on Abby's lips and cheeks as she giggled before finally his brain caught up to his body and feelings.
Blushing for the first time that day, Tom pulled his face away from the beautiful girl that was before him. Sighing as the two of them reached the end of the hall and turned into the meat preparing room, Tom glanced over and down at Abby.
"Tease" He says, grumbling as they stop at the entrance to the new room and gaze all around at the skinned, animal carcasses hanging from the wall.
"I know" Abby says, a delighted smirk on her face as she continues "now get me my meat".
"Ugh, you slaver" Tom says as he walks over to the table, where a carcass of some animal was laid, and picks up a long blade before he begins cutting into the dead animal.
Watching him work, Abby can't help but take a sniff of the bloody room. It smells of blood and guts, coppery and pungent. Honestly, she can't help but think it smells delicious despite herself.
For a time, Abby simply explores the room she is in before returning her eyes to Tom, the motions of his hands as he expertly cuts up pieces of meat and separates them into two piles as a question forms in her mind.
"So how do you know what part of the meat is good and what's not?" She asks looking for something to entertain herself with as she peers at the pile of meat that he was putting into an animal skin bag for her.
"Ehh, well this buck here has already been skinned and gutted, so all the meat here is good really", Tom says, not really looking at her but waving around his knife nevertheless "But your father pays mine good money so I'm making sure to give you the best pieces I can give"
"Awe, thanks Tom", Abby says, breathing the word as he brings his knife back to the animal's carcass "so what part of the little buck is the best?"
"Well my dad says it's the heart, but personally the heart is too chewy", He says, his voice slipping into that of a lecturers "I like the kidneys better, good meat, but not too tough"
"Sounds delicious" She says, though honestly she liked her meat like her best friend liked her men, on the rough side.
"For you and me maybe", Tom says as he finally puts the knife done, wiping his hands on his tunic as he grabs the bag of meat before turning to Abby "all done Abby"
"Thanks Tom", Abby says, giving her lover a little smile as she takes the bag with both her hands "I'll make sure to tell Papa that you made sure to give me the good meat"
"Oh you know i'll give you my meat any time beautiful" He says, smirking as his eyes turn teasing once again.
"Gross" Abby says, sticking her tongue at the man who thought he was clever with twinkling eyes as he smiles at her response, before watching her turn on her heel towards the rooms exit.
Crossing into the hallway, Abby watches her step, not going to fast so Tom knows he can follow her out. It isn't a very long walk to the door that leads outside though, with Tom having caught up to her side a few steps before they both reached the beginning of the hallway. Pausing though, before he can open the door to the village, Tom glances over to Abby with a small, hopeful smile.
"So...goodbye kiss?" He says, a little unsure if he would get one after the "meat" comment
Rolling her eyes at the doubt he didn't want to show in his eyes, Abby stretches up on her tiptoes and plants a small, wet kiss on his tanned cheek as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"Yay" Tom says lamely as she backs away, a huge, cheesy smile on his face as he leans forwards and finally opens the door to the village outside.
"See you around beautiful" Tom says as she glides out of the storehouse.
"So long Tom" Abby says, waving goodbye at him before turning to continue her walk back to the Inn that she lived in, spirit growing more optimistic with each step as the rising sun watched from overhead.