Idyllic in 1826 (PM to apply)

[lurkkk]

OOC:

Arca is a 26 year old self indulgent artist living in a shanty hut in times of 1826 in a town known as Haley. Haley is blessed with beautiful mountains, wide plain of fields, blossoming wild flowers and tall long trees enveloping the town .The town is populated with roughly a hundred simple farming folks.

Arca is five feet ten inches, brown eyes, jet black hair, slim built, and his skin is tanned. He has broad shoulders, slim legs and his demeanour is lazy when he struts around.
He is a self proclaimed artist and his folks live in another town far away from Haley.
He tinkers with poetry, writing, music and painting of which he is not that good. He is looking for a passion in life but he lazes more around the town sleeping on green grass and gossipping with very few people.
He survives on his inheritance funds which are not many and he supports himself with fishing in flowing streams of river running across town of Haley.

Arca wakes up this morning, his room has a tinge of fresh wood smell, his bed creaks when he rises off his bed. His arms rising up as he rises on his toes to stretch. A glimmer of sunlight peeps through his window which has sparked him off his slumber.
He goes out of his one room house and smells of the fresh air. He walks to a few distance to a running subsidiary stream from the river running across Haley.
His palms sliding in and the chilled water soothes his sensations , he splashes the water on his face.

Arca dusts himself off and takes his coat he strolls along to the only meeting place in the town to Smithey’s place where his routine scrambled eggs and tea await him.
This has been Arca for the last few months. Arca strolls around tipping his hat to few of the towners till he arrives to Smithey’s.The sunshine is warm and has basked Haley this day.

Smithey’s is a wooden makeshift café which serves breakfast and dinner.Smithey’s is run over by Smith a plump, round 48 year old man, whose eyes are kind and wise.

Arca takes his usual seat and as he forks on his breakfast he hears more banter than usual, he mutters must be the outside towners.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*helpful bump*



Welcome to Lit!

Sounds a great setting and character!

I'm too busy to join at the moment .. but will certainly read along ...


Good luck with it!

{{{huggs}}}

DM x

 

[Azalea]

Thanks for "bumping" this up, it does have tremendous potential.....

 

[Azalea]

OOC: Elena, 5'4", brunete, dark eyes, not quite 30; visiting her Aunt Betha, who lives on a small farm on the outskirts of Haley.
Elena has recently been hurt by a long-time fiance', who walked out on her for another woman, leaving Elena devastated. She has come to stay with her aunt in order to take advantage of the fresh country air and time to think and reorder her life.

Elena writes poetry, sings and plays the piano, and has a university degree in philosophy, although she has never been employed. Haley needs a librarian, and her aunt is encouraging her to consider staying a while and taking the position. But Elena misses the city, the afternoon concerts in the park, the bookshops, the playhouse, and all the cultural amenities of a cosmopolitan area.

For now, she is sitting in Smithey's, nursing a huge mug of chocolate, daydreaming and generally oblivious to her surroundings. She does not notice the curious eyes of the handsome young man seated not far from her, watching her elegantly booted foot wagging absent-mindedly, her finger twirling a long dark tress straggling from her pearl barette.

He notes the title of the book lying open, face down, near her mug: Shakespeare's Collected Sonnets......

 

[lurkkk]

Arca is pleasantly enamoured by Elena’s dark eyes and he notices her nimble fingers nursing the steaming mug of coffee. Arca cannot resist the steam, smell of coffee and Elena’s eyes and he asks Smith politely for a cup of coffee .His eyes catches the title of the book and he softly smiles. He notices her dark eyes have a radiant beauty and he likes her hair pressed behind her ears.

“Howdy” Arca greets Elena, raising the coffee mug received from Smith, a soft friendly smile on his face and he sips on the coffee after meeting her eyes for a bare second. Arca Is a shy young man who looks to Smith, chatting with him, enjoying the coffee smell and steam filling his nostrils. Arca finishes his coffee and rises up, smiling at Elena too shy to say a word to her, he walks away to the door, raising his hand to his right side while he walks and greets “Later” to Smith.

Arca walks on to the beautiful path of boulevard laden with leaves of oak trees. A boyish charm overcoming him and he picks on a leaf out of a tree, he is thinking of Elena. He walks to a stream, steadily sits on the grass and throws a few pebbles, gazing at the ripples forming in the stream with the sunshine glimmering off the stream reflecting in his eyes.

Over the days he meets Elena again sometimes outside her aunt’s house, sometimes at Smithey’s and he tips his hat in his coyest greeting with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

Arca spends his day and sometimes night painting instead of other days dozing off near the streams and hearing the chirping of birds. In the evening when the sun has settled calmly, he jaunts along striding in fresh air till he reaches to Elena’s aunts place. Her aunt invites him in as she always does for a cup of coffee and he steps in, till he sees Elena coming out of her room with a book pressed on her chest in her hands. His eyes meeting hers and he smiles……..

 

[Azalea]

"We have a guest, Elena, I invited him infor coffee," smiled Aunt Betha, who was always a generous soul. In truth, she had invited Arca in because she hoped to shake her neice out of her mournful solitude.

Arca smiled shyly at Elena.
"I believe we've met, ma'am," he said, "sort of, anyway. I was out walking and your kind aunt asked me in."

Elena, clutching the volume of poetry to her breast, felt a slight discomfort at being forced into socialbility, but the sweetness and ingenuousness in the young man's eyes disarmed her.

She held out her hand to him, saying, "Yes, we have almost met, but not quite! I have seen you in Smithey's many times, though I do not yet know your name."

She sat down and accepted the proffered cup of coffee from her aunt, and looked expectantly at their guest.

"I'm Arca, ma'am, pleased to meet you," he answered, fidgeting a little with his cup.

She laughed softly. "Please, call me Elena!"

 

[lurkkk]

Aunt Betha’s house is tidy.
Arca sips on his coffee, Betha asks in her soft voice, “So Arca what have you been upto these days?” ….“Oh the usual, fiddling with painting these days I have captured an image of a white bird flying in its glory”,his frankness about his progressing work so peculiar for an artist.

“Well, my Elena is an artist herself in her own right, why aren’t you Elena ?” Betha smilingly inquires Elena playfully.

 

[Azalea]

"Oh Aunt Betha, really," Elena replied, blushing. "Not really, just a few lines of poetry here or there. But I want to hear more about your white bird, Arca. I would love to see what you've painted."

Arca smiled, pleased that he had been correct in supposing she would appreciate the finer things.

"Elena, I would be glad to show you my paintings, if you would promise to give me your honest estimation of their worth. And you must also promise me to let me see some of your poetry!"

"It is nothing, really, but if you like I will show some of it to you."

"It is growing late, and I must take my leave, ladies. Thank you for your hospitality," said Arca, realizing he should go.

"I will walk you to the gate, and we can agree on a way for me to see your work," said Elena, rising from the table.

 

[lurkkk]

Arca rises after putting down the coffee mug quietly on the beautiful crafted oak wood table. He smiles at Betha and nods her to leave. Elena comes in with her and he could feel her scent gradually as she approaches him. She walks through the door quietly, and Arca behind her before he steps closer to her side outside.

Arca's finger tips barely touch Elena's fingers as his hand is on his side to hers and he smiles, "Well I have not finished my painting yet, you forgot I am just fiddling with it " He pauses and smiles, having a glimpse of Elena who is looking straight and making long strides in the fresh air.

"I would love to see your poetry" Elena looks up, smiling at him, her cheeks are pink and her lips full, smiling together in her eyes.

They walk together, enjoying each other’s company to a distance, before Elena realises she must get back.She takes a stride back and they wish each other goodnight.
Elena hears Arca again from a distance hoarsely, “I will see you at Smithey’s and your poetry tomorrow”

 

[Azalea]

The next day, Elena sat in Smithey's, nursing a mug of coffee, trying not to look as if she were watching the door. On the table was a worn notebook, stuffed with loose odds and ends of paper scraps, full of her verse. She was nervous about showing them to Arca, but he had been so sweet the evening before, so definite about wanting to see them.

She was looking forward to seeing his paintings. She supposed some people would look dimly upon an unmarried woman visiting a young man's home without a chaperone, but Elena did not care.
Let people take care of their own business, she thought, I simply want to make friends.

An inner voice whispered, "Are you sure you want to be just friends?"
Elena ignored the little voice. She admitted to herself Arca was extremely attractive, and very engaging company. But she would be careful this time, careful not to jump into anything.

She felt his presence next to her before she heard anything.
Looking up, she saw his figure outlined in the light behind him, his dark hair tinged with gold in the light's reflections, and her breath caught in her throat.
Just friends? nagged the little inner voice, mockingly......

 

[lurkkk]

Arca, has had a neat haircut and a shave trimming his moustache, he overcame his lethargy to match the freshness of Elena. He finds Elena sitting quietly and he quietly sits besides her, her scent stimulating him just a little bit. He smiles and greets her Hello .He smiles in her eyes and they do not say a word. He looks at the notebook and he notices her pink finger tips and her smooth nails. He could not resist and slips his finger tip over her finger tips tracing over, till he hears Smith’s soft voice Coffee ?….He smiles in Elena’s eyes and she nods, … Yeah, two …Smith nods and walks away.

With Elena sitting besides him, he is absorbed happily in his own world unwary of other folks present in Smithey’s…..Aaah so these are your poems……He slowly flips each page, looking over her handwriting and the scribbled pages of her verse, her handwriting neat and she just simply puts a single line scratch over a line, a word where she has edited….He remarks.. Nice

Smith….comes up with the hot steaming coffees. He passes the coffee to Elena. They silently sip coffee together, and he looks at her full lips dipped on the brim of the coffee mug with the fading steam rising, flushing over her beautiful face, a tinge of stimulation springing inside his groins.

He flips the first page of her notebook, reading the verse on the second page, and he looks over her, …. You know, we can enjoy your writings to a stream bank nearby, besides the day is too glorious to be missed he looks in her eyes, softly enquiring.
He is surprised of himself, overcoming his shyness so easily, has to be the way Elena makes him feel so comfy around her.

 

[Azalea]

Arca's fingertips on hers had felt so warm, so sweet and unassuming. It had been so long since a man had touched her affectionately, her heart began to race.
When he suggested they walk together to the nearby stream, she found herself all too eager to accompany him, eager to be alone with him, to share her verse with him......and perhaps, a little more, though she tried not to think about such things.

The two left the little inn and went swiftly together, Arca's hand clasped in hers, and soon they had left the confines of the village. As they neared the grove through which the stream ran, Elena asked, "Do you come here often, then, Arca?"

He looked into her eyes, sensing her eagerness, and said, "I come here occasionally to sketch, to dream a little. Do you?"

"I have come here once or twice, needing to get away for a while, have a quiet place to think, to write."

They walked through the small grove of willows and live oaks, and arrived at the grassy meadow through which the stream flowed, its slow-moving waters a soft sound. Arca helped Elena get seated comfortably, then sat close beside her.

She found herself wanting to run her hands through his dark hair, and blushed.....you have only known him for a day, girl, watch your heart, the inner voice warned. But Elena had been watching her heart for far too long, and she felt the need for affection, for real companionship. And she admitted to herself that this intriguing young artist was stirring longings in her she had thought long dead.

 

[lurkkk]

Only the pleasing sound of chirping of birds was heard between their smiles while they enjoyed each other’s company, peering at each other’s eyes now and then.
Arca turns over the pages leisurely, reading the verses, some verses poignant to which he could relate to and some were Elena’s own fancies.
The day seemed still, fresh with bright sunshine glittering Elena’s forehead beautifully.
She was poised smiling at Arca .

Aaaah this was a beautiful piece ….

Elena, inquires Which one ? Let me see

Elena approached very close to Arca, her cheek touching distance to his.While her fingers touching Arca’s fingers as she gazes upon the verse.

Arca felt cosy,warm as he felt her breath so close to his cheek,and he felt the crave to kiss Elena’s pretty lips.He continues with the poetry, and reads one to Elena, just to keep his mind away from his playful thoughts.

A whisk of fresh air breezes through them, as Arca closes eyes to inhale the fresh air.
He slides on his side, keeping his head on his hand rested on his elbow, and peers over to Elena.She looked so pretty, and Arca slides futher to lie on his side, his cheek brushing the grassy meadow , near Elena's knees.
Smiling at Elena from below, Arca felt the urge to place his head on her soft lap, but he was contented for now just to gaze in her beautiful eyes.

 

[Azalea]

Elena loved the sound of his voice as he read the poems, and she felt warm and relaxed with the sun and his gentle presence.
She found herself wanting to touch his dark hair, silky and tousled, so close to her lap. After a few moments, she reached her hand to touch his head, softly, and he gazed at her, smiling.

She stroked his hair, letting her fingers run through it. Then she surprised herself with her own boldness. She asked, "Why don't you lay your head here in my lap and I'll massage your temples and scalp for you?"

Arca did as she asked, laying his head ever so gently upon her lap, and he closed his eyes as her fingers began to rub his head in the most soothing, wonderful manner.

Elena felt a stirring inside of her. This man was so easy to be with, so open and warm. She suddenly had to fight the urge to kiss him, and blushed as she realized how badly she wished he would do so.

 

[Azalea]

bump

 

[lurkkk]

Arca felt her fingertips running over his forehead,her touch sensuous to him and he so longed to kiss her full lips.

He brushed his arm over her face, pulling her lips slowly longing to taste her lips,his fingers pressing on the nape of her neck ...her smooth skin on his fingertips, as his lips moistened in a lovely anticipation to meet her lips.