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favorite!” added she taking the initiative of getting rid of her friend’s possible attempt of choosing Edward as her meal. The tension seemed terribly high, Venus waited patiently for her friend’s decision, and thankfully she chose wisely.
“I would love to.” Replied Florence perched at the edge of the window, she then laughed dramatically before letting her self fall - out. They were finally at peace.
Attempting to dine they were cooking together a stew on the cold fire. Venus turned the content as watching Edward cutting u p the onions. “You're crying!” c alled out Venus seeing tears run down from Edward's red eyes.
“It's the onions!” e xplained Edward.
“Really.” c hallenged Venus.
After finishing their meager bowls, they sat on the velvet cushions and furs arranged by the fire on the stone floor. Edward commented “That was delicious! Where did you learn to cook so well? ”
“Don't be a hy pocrite you did all the work!” g lared back Venus.
“Honestly wh ere did you learn everything?” a sked Edward.
“I've h ad many teachers and tutors.” r etorted Venus.
“You're terribly intelligent and educated, I'm sure Oxford wasn't your first taste in university studies. You must have multiple gratifying documents from such institutions.”
“Yes, but you do not need to have a written official document to dictate you what you can and cannot do. I've already been to oxford a few times, I've studied medicine, law everything really. My favorite of all will always be humanities.”
“Why do you continually repeat the same courses if you’re al ready wiser then the teacher?” a sked Edward out of curiosity.
“Good question!” Stated Venus bored from the repetitive questions she laid her head upon a pillow and observed in amazement the painted ceiling. “Look Edward.” She instructed pointing towards the ceiling. He crouched down holding his head with his arm as a support and looked at the richly painted ceiling. “Isn't beautiful.” t hought Venus.
Edward gazed towards her admiring her fascination, the longer he stared in her direction the stronger a surreal force pulled his lips towards hers “You're beautiful.” he confessed looking straight into her eyes, but the moments before his lips met his desired, Venus turned herself and faced the other side of the room exclaiming,
“Good night!” as she closed her eyes. Disappointed by his ridicules attempt Edward dropped his head onto a cushion and waited till his desperation putted him to sleep.
The morning light blazed through the window awaking easily Venus from her troubled sleep. All around her she looked at the chandeliers coated and stained by the melted wax of the hundreds of dead candles lit yesterday night. She got up and looked out the window onto the glacial appearance of the outside. The sunlight was blinding as it reflected off the snow. Venus arranged the wood in the fireplace waking up Edward with the noise. Still unaware of how Venus reacted from his attempt from last night he politely offered himself for starting the fire. He lit the flame and watched it grow into a fire.
“ Let’s go outside for some air.” s uggested Venus.
“What about the blood suckers?” Asked Edwards
“They're asleep by now.” r eassured Venus.
They both covered themselves warmly before venturing in the cold. Swiftly down the corridors Venus secretly grabbed a bow and some arrows she had an idea in mind. Once outside she told Edward what they shall do in the time being. “ Let’s go hunting!” she exclaimed.
“How?” ask Edward shyly in a firm tone.
“Don't tell me you've never hunted before, how pathetic. We will hunt with our brains Junior.”
“Don't call me that.”
“Pardon my little apprentice.”
“Well how do we hunt, misses know it all?”
“With our brains and a little luck… ” Venus spotted a heard of deer galloping in the distance. “ …T here is our dear deer.” h ushed Venus as she stabled her bow
“I would love to.” Replied Florence perched at the edge of the window, she then laughed dramatically before letting her self fall - out. They were finally at peace.
Attempting to dine they were cooking together a stew on the cold fire. Venus turned the content as watching Edward cutting u p the onions. “You're crying!” c alled out Venus seeing tears run down from Edward's red eyes.
“It's the onions!” e xplained Edward.
“Really.” c hallenged Venus.
After finishing their meager bowls, they sat on the velvet cushions and furs arranged by the fire on the stone floor. Edward commented “That was delicious! Where did you learn to cook so well? ”
“Don't be a hy pocrite you did all the work!” g lared back Venus.
“Honestly wh ere did you learn everything?” a sked Edward.
“I've h ad many teachers and tutors.” r etorted Venus.
“You're terribly intelligent and educated, I'm sure Oxford wasn't your first taste in university studies. You must have multiple gratifying documents from such institutions.”
“Yes, but you do not need to have a written official document to dictate you what you can and cannot do. I've already been to oxford a few times, I've studied medicine, law everything really. My favorite of all will always be humanities.”
“Why do you continually repeat the same courses if you’re al ready wiser then the teacher?” a sked Edward out of curiosity.
“Good question!” Stated Venus bored from the repetitive questions she laid her head upon a pillow and observed in amazement the painted ceiling. “Look Edward.” She instructed pointing towards the ceiling. He crouched down holding his head with his arm as a support and looked at the richly painted ceiling. “Isn't beautiful.” t hought Venus.
Edward gazed towards her admiring her fascination, the longer he stared in her direction the stronger a surreal force pulled his lips towards hers “You're beautiful.” he confessed looking straight into her eyes, but the moments before his lips met his desired, Venus turned herself and faced the other side of the room exclaiming,
“Good night!” as she closed her eyes. Disappointed by his ridicules attempt Edward dropped his head onto a cushion and waited till his desperation putted him to sleep.
The morning light blazed through the window awaking easily Venus from her troubled sleep. All around her she looked at the chandeliers coated and stained by the melted wax of the hundreds of dead candles lit yesterday night. She got up and looked out the window onto the glacial appearance of the outside. The sunlight was blinding as it reflected off the snow. Venus arranged the wood in the fireplace waking up Edward with the noise. Still unaware of how Venus reacted from his attempt from last night he politely offered himself for starting the fire. He lit the flame and watched it grow into a fire.
“ Let’s go outside for some air.” s uggested Venus.
“What about the blood suckers?” Asked Edwards
“They're asleep by now.” r eassured Venus.
They both covered themselves warmly before venturing in the cold. Swiftly down the corridors Venus secretly grabbed a bow and some arrows she had an idea in mind. Once outside she told Edward what they shall do in the time being. “ Let’s go hunting!” she exclaimed.
“How?” ask Edward shyly in a firm tone.
“Don't tell me you've never hunted before, how pathetic. We will hunt with our brains Junior.”
“Don't call me that.”
“Pardon my little apprentice.”
“Well how do we hunt, misses know it all?”
“With our brains and a little luck… ” Venus spotted a heard of deer galloping in the distance. “ …T here is our dear deer.” h ushed Venus as she stabled her bow
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