raising an eyebrow.

“uh-huh.” the baker gives will a lighthearted once-over. “i’m sure you would if i let you.” he opens his oven, squinting to gaze at the brownies inside. too gooey. he closes it again and focuses his attention back to the other man. ++

“will.” a voice greets. austin slips inside after doing some garden work out back, jeans and hands covered in dirt. a familiar dog trails in behind him, a toy in her maw. he grabs a stray cloth off the counter, giving his hands a quick wipe. “you’ve come to snack me out of business, i assume?”

she’s bloodthirsty. ate a bug once.

i’ll have meadow do it.

rude.

a shiver runs down his spine. only *his* knight would have the gall to utter such things. his other hand moves to the long locks beneath him, pushing the hair out of the man’s face. “i don’t feel quite as lucky knowing you’re withholding your urges from me.” he admits, his own boldness shining.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀hana﹙farah﹚hawke .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀𝓻. 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ can 𝕸ake you feel ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱᵒʳ unless 𝐘𝐎𝐔 give them the 𝕮onsent to do so. #sdvrp | #mvrp : medieval event. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

/ #scared

brown eyes flicker upwards. he gazes around before speaking, silently wondering how he hadn’t heard anybody coming. “i do believe i am the simple one here, ma’am.” he replies with a soft laugh, eyes fixing back to the flower. “for nature is far more complex than i, or anyone else.“

.. don’t promise such things you won’t act on, sir wilhelm.

shut you up? now who ever said that?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @pollenkeep.bsky.social ⠀⠀

rolling a daisy between his fingers, inspecting it.

:-/

:-)

what was that, beautiful ??

okay ❤️ yay

hey can you repeat that i didn’t quite catch it

passing through town on a carriage ride. he’s waving!

“you should watch your words, sir wilhelm.” the prince speaks lightheartedly, eyes never wavering from the man below. “if i was none the wiser i’d think you were attempting to court me.” that same hand moves to grasp his chin, tilting his head upwards. +

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ sir wilhelm fitzroy ⠀⠀⠀⠀ #sdvrp #mvrp ⠀⠀⠀⠀☾ medieval event ⠀⠀⠀

a gentle smile crosses his lips. he’s used to extravagant things, but gestures like this from his knight aren’t one of them. “must you do this every time?” he inquires, voice hushed. though, he willingly extends his hand every time.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙨 anything, because ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩ives 𝔩𝙤𝙣𝙜 enough to see the 𝓹𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓈. #sdvrp | #mvrp : medieval event. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ temp medieval event pin. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ an oc for #mvrp & #sdvrp. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

austin contemplates, giving will a once-over. god, it would be a lot cheaper. after a few moments of silence, he reaches for the phone to cancel in defeat. “how long is it gonna take you?” he asks will as he waits for the people to pick up, receiver pressed to his ear.

“i’m also not the sort to be in debt to my new neighbors.” he replies, crossing his arms. meadow lingers near will’s legs, sniffing curiously. “don’t need that hanging over my head when i can’t get it back in time.”

“yeah?” he doesn’t have a clue in the world about cars, but that can’t be good. he slides the cake out of the pan and onto a cooling rack, frowning when he burns his fingers a little. “i’ve got a guy coming to check it out. he’s leaving in two hours.”

when he hears the door click open, austin sighs. meadow stands from her bed and stretches, suddenly alert as she makes her way towards the sound. “will?” he calls for confirmation, still mixing the glaze for the steaming cake. he scoops some up on his finger, popping it into his mouth. too sweet.

austin’s got a guy on the phone within minutes. the quoted price makes him cringe and grip the phone cord. how many muffins can he sell to make that back? when he hangs up the oven dings. he sighs in frustration, sliding his oven mitts on as he enters the kitchen.

what’s up his ass today? he grunts in frustration. “i better call mine up then, huh?” time is money on this fine morning and the mechanic in the town over will take a few hours. leaving the hood open to air out, he makes his way back inside.

cue his eyebrow raising. “i won’t have cash to deal if i can’t get my stuff down to the booth today.” he places a hand on the car, and gazes off in thought. “i’ve got a cake in the oven, if that changes anything.”

raising a hand to use it as a visor for his eyes against the blazing sun, a grin curls onto his lips. “somethin’ like that.” he replies. “you got time to come check this out for me? there’s goodies in it for you.”

you’re saying that as if *you’re* gonna be married anytime soon.

ha ha. right ?

pinching the bridge of his nose. the car won’t start. stepping out, he pops the hood open. smoke can’t be good. fuck. looking up to see @oilslicked.bsky.social over the back fence. he waves, attempting to grab his attention.

/ wow!! you’re early!

/ is this thing on…

for once i believe you over him.

you sure about that ?

who’s snatchin’ up my free samples? 💢

good morning! how’s she on this fine day?

“these beauties? and just what do you need hives for, mr. fitzroy?” following a few feet behind, watching closely.

“i can see that.” clicking his tongue. he isn’t too keen on people snooping around his property. “and does walton fitzroy from the health department want a cup of coffee for his hard work?”

raising an eyebrow at the sight as he comes around the back. he approaches, arms crossed over his chest. “can i help you with somethin’ there?”

stepping out of his house and stretching. he slept like a rock.

/ i forgot about this account….. hello……..