Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks
Valentine's Gift #2 for the wonderful @oh-so-youre-a-nerd! @choicesfandomappreciation
Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Tulsi (F!MC) (@oh-so-youre-a-nerd)
Book: Desire & Decorum
Word Count: >550
Rating/Warning: General/None
Synopsis: Ernest and Tulsi take a late afternoon walk around Ledford Park.
This art of Ernest and Tulsi is by @liiyaan!
The orange glow of the setting sun bathed Ledford Park in an amber glow, its warmth welcoming Ernest and Tulsi, who had embarked on a leisurely stroll through the newly renovated garden. The bushes, shrubs, and flowers had just begun to show the first signs of life as spring began ushering in a new season, one which would hopefully allow the couple to put the troubles of the past behind them.
Ernest breathed in the brisk, cool air settling around them as dusk threatened its approach. He marveled at the colors painted across the sky and how the rays of sunlight danced along the tops of the trees, holding onto the world around them. It reminded him of a poem he had once read. His lips curled slightly, his mouth opening, but before he could share the words of beauty in question, Tulsi had other ideas.
A whimsical query sparkled in her eyes. "If you were a flower, which one would you be and why?"
Ernest paused in his step, not expecting the question. He shook his head; he should be used to her impulsive questions. His guarded demeanor softened as their pace resumed.
"And keep in mind, there are right answers." She teased, her step light beside him as she eagerly awaited his thoughtful reply.
His free hand pinched the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowing as he considered his response. "If I must participate—"
"You must!"
"I thought as much," Ernest chuckled. "Then, in response to your query, a thistle."
"Go on," Tusli encouraged, waiting for his reasoning.
"A thistle is sharp with a protective exterior," he began, watching her reaction. "Some might even describe them as prickly, and yet, they are resilient and can thrive even when faced with challenges."
"I'll allow it." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, his blush warming her lips. "In some cultures, thistles symbolize devotion, bravery, and strength. You, Mr. Sinclaire, possess all of those."
"My beautiful Tulsi, may I regale you with a poem that I am reminded of this evening?" Ernest requested, his eyes brightening at the prospects.
Tulsi smiled softly, she might not appreciate his poetry as he did, but the way he lit up when speaking those words he held close made every word beautiful. "You may."
His attempt to begin was once more quieted by her words.
"However, as you do, consider what kind of fruit you would be and why," Tulsi added. "Oh, and you cannot say a pineapple. You've already used the prickly on the outside reasoning with the thistle."
Ernest attempted to stifle the chuckle rising in his throat. There was no use arguing logistics with Tulsi over the questions. It would get him nowhere, and he quite liked the enjoyment she found with these inquiries. He nodded his agreement and then began reciting the poem.
The cadence of his voice wove a tapestry of emotions, painting the air with the beauty and complexity of the poem's meaning. Tulsi listened, enchanted by the rhythm of his words and the way Ernest's eyes sparkled with passion as he unraveled the layers of the written art.
They might not find the appeal of the same things, but the love they found in each other, and the appreciation for each other's interests they had, kept their relationship growing with every word they shared.
Thia, I hope you enjoy this little drabble of your Tulsi and Ernest. I hope I captured them in a way that fits your vision. Happy Valentine's Day!
PS-I commissioned the art before I asked about their dynamic 🙈
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