IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

It was easy for her to tell when somebody was starting to leave reality. Their eyes clouded over, they relaxed, nothing ever seemed to bother them. When it was a drink being involved, it was great. When it was something else affecting them…? Not so much, but she shoved that can of worms into the very back of her mind the second it seemed to creep into her mind.

Cam wasn’t fully gone yet, though, Rosalind noted. Just…in his eyes. Something was there. She’d seen it in married men before, and lonely men at bars. Every person had baggage, but for some it took more to forget and live in the moment.

She reached back to grab the bottle and refill the flute. She giggled softly, looking up at him. “Well, we’re just halfway through. Hopefully the rest of our ride,” she said softly in his ear. She hadn’t finished her first drink yet. She knew what alcohol did to her and it definitely wasn’t good. 

His breath smelled like the sweet champagne, and despite how close they were, he still wasn’t going any further. Of course she would have to be the one to initiate anything. She gave him a small, sweet smile and leaned in so that their lips nearly touched. “To us, Love,” Rosalind murmured before she closed the minuscule gap and kissed him with soft, gentle lips. 

Had the world exploded? No, he didn’t think so. It must have been this… headache. He assumed it was a headache, even though it felt more like a large weight had settled inside his skull, and any movement would disturb it. It’d be nice if he could stop being jostled around, though…

He blinked up at a blurred face, watching it swim back into view. What had happened? Was he still on the boat? Trying to move himself back into sitting position, the weight in his head slid from the back to the front, sending him reeling and groaning back down to the bench, where he promptly tried to curl up in a ball, only to be assaulted further into the ball.

Still curled up, he realized the situation. He must have fallen asleep. It had been at least four years, maybe five since he’d had any alcohol, and any of the tolerance he’d (probably not) developed was gone. The only thing he could really remember was a lot of champagne, Rosa, his wife-for-a-day being more in character than he was really comfortable with, and finally a kiss. Everything else was pretty much gone, but he highly doubted much had happened after that. It had been a warm, sunny day, after all, and he’d been fairly emotionally exhausted.

He tried opening his eyes again, only to be assaulted by the sun. But he had to sit up, at least… He dragged himself into a sitting position, but h e wasn’t happy with it. “Sorry…” he managed to whisper, not sure whether the look on Rosalind’s face was more amused or displeased. He really couldn’t see her that well at all.

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind gave a small pout as she moved back away from his shirt. Okay, so maybe not yet, but soon she’d get to see what he had underneath. Her tongue briefly licked her lips in thought. She hoped it was worth the wait, though by how things were going now, it wouldn’t take much longer.

"But it’s a fun game," she giggled, "and I certainly wouldn’t mind playing it with you."

She noticed how his posture changed, how the alcohol was doing its job. She was pleased…until his elbow met her head. She held back a sigh of annoyance, and settled for a slight grimace. Well, maybe the drinks weren’t the best idea, but certainly most convenient. After a few attempts at trying to fix her hair, she gave up and freed it from the various pins, elastics and clips. She ran her hands through it a few times to ensure it wouldn’t look too chunky from the hair spray. 

"Well, it’s very convenient," she pointed out. She easily curled up to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. She could get used to this. "It’s not a bad day to be married at all," she didn’t feel like ruining the ‘magic’ of the situation by mentioning they were threatened into doing this, so Rosalind leaned up and gently kissed his cheek. "I think what makes a day even better is having someone wonderful to share it with," her voice dropped in volume as she moved closer.

Yep. Yep, the world was starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges. Or…maybe that was just her hair. Goddess, it smelled good. Must been the hair spray…or shampoo? He was pretty much surrounded in the smell, like roses. Of course, he thought to himself, laughing a bit and dropping his head back. Roses. Rosalind. It only makes sense.

He awkwardly patted her shoulder only to be surprised when she kissed his cheek. He really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point though. He took yet another drink of the champagne, wondering if would run out any time soon, and hoping it wouldn’t. “So how much longer is that bottle going to last?” he asked, turning his head to face her only to find her quite a bit closer to him than she had been last time he’d looked that way. Despite his light intoxication and being a total lightweight, he still hesitated, some of his remaining inhibitions still remaining.


The flowers had found their way to Cam’s doorstep. Within the floral arrangement was a little note.
Happy Harmony Day, my dear ‘husband.’ Don’t forget about me, yeah?
~Love Rosalind

Cam panicked as he read the card. My address… how did she get my address…? What had even happened…? He could hardly remember, beyond a swan boat and a bottle of champagne. He groaned. He must have told her where he was from…that was the only explanation.
He sighed and returned the favor with a bouquet of orange blossoms. He didn’t think he’d even be able to forget her if he’d wanted to.
I’d assume these are fitting enough in return…technically they are orange blossoms, but they also signify marriage. I hope you enjoy the irony.
—Cam

The flowers had found their way to Cam’s doorstep. Within the floral arrangement was a little note.

Happy Harmony Day, my dear ‘husband.’ Don’t forget about me, yeah?

~Love Rosalind

Cam panicked as he read the card. My address… how did she get my address…? What had even happened…? He could hardly remember, beyond a swan boat and a bottle of champagne. He groaned. He must have told her where he was from…that was the only explanation.

He sighed and returned the favor with a bouquet of orange blossoms. He didn’t think he’d even be able to forget her if he’d wanted to.

I’d assume these are fitting enough in return…technically they are orange blossoms, but they also signify marriage. I hope you enjoy the irony.

—Cam

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind laughed softly, watching his face turn from just the pink to the bright red. That was definitely interesting. She had dealt with his kind of people before. It was fun for her, and fairly easy. All she had to do was get him to continue drinking, and he would be hers for the day-and probably part of the night. That was her goal, just to have some fun with her new “husband.” She rolled her eyes with a teasing smile, giving him a good look over. “You aren’t listening to me again, Love,” she sighed, but had to laugh.

She caught the glance at her chest and silently laughed. This was going much better than she had planned. After so little physical contact for so long, this was a refreshing change. She was definitely starting to thrive.

Cam’s question made her laugh and straighten up. “Well, aren’t we becoming a bit personal?~” she teased lightly. Her thin fingers played with the next button on his shirt. “Maybe we should play a little game?” she asked. “Each personal question gets you a little closer to being undressed?” She took another small sip from her glass, eyes laden just slightly. She shifted closer, testing out how he would react to the proximity.

“But, to answer your question, it did come from my breasts,” she giggled. “So, technically, you’ve already hit second base.” Rosalind cuddled up to him contently. “Would you care to check if there are other things down there?” 

He laughed nervously and removed her hands from his buttons. “That’s only fair if we both play,now.” He was starting to feel lighter, a bit…tingly. Ah, this was why he usually avoided alcohol, but it had been a few years and it was spring, he firmly reminded himself. This time might go differently, and much better.

He allowed himself to relax from his overtly rigid posture and slouch a bit, attempting to casually drape and arm over his “wife.” However, the champagne certainly hadn’t made him any more graceful, and he managed to drag his elbow across her hair, upsetting some of the pins that held it in place. “It certainly is a nice day, isn’t it?” He decided to ignore her invitation to investigate, as he was actually starting to enjoy the situation (even if it was still very awkward and unusual, and even if he was still violently pink). No longer trying to gulp the champagne down as quickly, he gestured out across the water. “I mean, all these people here, and somehow they picked the two of us to have to get married.”

tsoocblog:

deluxe ultra luxury super mega swan boat ride
pssst its pseudo transparent around the edges

tsoocblog:

deluxe ultra luxury super mega swan boat ride

pssst its pseudo transparent around the edges

Cam & Elise || Kissing Booth?

snotty-elise:

Of course she didn’t wanted to come! But did she had any other choice? Perhaps, but they were risky. Besides… He seems fairly decent. “I suppose.. I have nothing better to do.” Elise shrugged and decided to follow the guy… She never got his name— Did she? “By the way— My name is Elise Van-Fossen.” She turned around and gave a bow, it was only manners.

"Don’t let my last name frighten you." It always happens, her last name would always make people nervous just because her last name was so… Fancy I suppose. 

Cam was confused by the bow. Didn’t women typically curtsy? Nonetheless, he returned the bow. “I’m Cam. And I don’t see why a last name would frighten me…I’ve grown up around old French and German names.” He laughed lightly.

"So, have you never been to one of these festivals before?"

Spring Festival || Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match

winddragonpriestess:

He has a nice smile. Sonja fidgeted a little as she arrived at the booth. Thoughts of what could go wrong during the “date” consumed her. I’m usually not so nervous about these kind of things! Maybe it’s because I don’t even know him yet? His question brought her back to reality.

"Oh yes! I’m Sonja." She looked up at the purple clad man and gave him a bold smile. There, just keep doing what you’re doing. Just act normal! "So I’m assuming you got one of those cards too? The ‘match maker services’ one?"

A card…? “I just had a very sparkly woman present me with one a little while ago. So…yes?” He scratched his head and looked up at the sky. “I don’t…remember putting my name into anything though.”

"Oh! Do you have a booth here? It might have just been a fun gesture for the vendors." He looked her over for a name tag, but didn’t see one. Well, so much for that idea.

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

 As the champagne was opened, she couldn’t help but smile at her new husband. She saw the embarrassment when he seemed to speak without thinking, but chose to oversee it. She’d pretend not to hear what she didn’t want to acknowledge. That usually went pretty well. Carefully she filled both plastic flutes before she set the bottle down. She lightly tapped her flute to his before she took a small sip. Sweet and bubbly. Absolutely perfect.

She looked over Cam once move, eyes sitting on his chest for a few seconds before they moved lower and lower…and then right back to his face. “For the day, we’re married. I’m yours, love.” She spoke sweetly, even leaning in to make it much more intimate. She placed soft, little kisses on his neck before she sat back again. “You don’t mind if I call you ‘love’ for today, right?” she seemed…hesitant? Almost as if she was afraid of being rejected.

She was amused by how quickly he was drinking. That couldn’t be good. It was bound to hit him all at once. However, it certainly could be fun to see. She hoped he was a little bit more outgoing than he was sober. It wasn’t that she disliked him now-far from it, really-but he was too much on edge. She had to find a way to calm him, and alcohol was easily at her disposal.

She didn’t wait for him to finish the entire first drink before she refilled the champagne glass. “It’ll be a day to remember, I’m sure.” Her hand brushed his before she returned the bottle back to its place. Her eyes wandered out onto the water.

“Oh! Love, look! Ducks! They’re so cute!” she giggled, reaching over him to point. She made a point of giving him a full view of, well, everything down her dress. She smiled up at him, very subtly batting her lashes.

Cam was 100% not accustomed to women being so forthright. Most of the women he interacted with were either shy and withdrawn, or just friendly, or over the top and demanding, but he’d not really encountered “flirtatious” in such… close proximity. Like his neck. Not that he necessarily minded, but it felt like every nerve in his face and ears were going to burn off at any minute.

He hadn’t even finished the flute before it was full again. The alcohol wasn’t potent enough to do much more at this point than make his throat and stomach pleasantly warm. A few more drinks, and that warmth would probably start spreading… though it still tasted terrible. He wasn’t paying attention to whatever question Rosa had asked when she had asked it, so he mumbled out an “mmhmm sure” and took another drink.

He was busy wondering about how much alcohol it would take to affect him when she leaned over him. He noticed that she was practically showing her chest off to him, and though he politely looked in the direction she was pointing, he did look out of the corner of his eye at her rather ample bosom, wondering if she kept anything in there other than handkerchiefs. What did women carry around, even in purses? He cleared his throat. “Uh…if you don’t mind my asking, didn’t that handkerchief from earlier come from, well, your…?” He gestured awkwardly towards his own chest.

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind laughed lightly at Cam’s reaction. She leaned over and softly kissed his cheek, making sure that the passing people could see what she was doing clearly. “You’re cute, you know that?” she said sweetly. It was true. Out of all the people she had seen at the fair recently, he was the most likely bachelor. Well, she hoped he was a bachelor. ‘Oh well. Even if he has a girlfriend, it’s too late anyway. He’s mine for the day,' she thought with a small giggle. Sure, it probably wasn't the best way to approach it, but it was certainly the most fun thing to do.

She stayed close to him as they easily passed the long lineup of people and was ushered onto this…yacht of all swan boats. Well, it definitely worked for her. With her shoulders back and her chin held high, she followed Cam onto the boat. She sat down close to him, making sure to see the expressions of the other people. Some seemed annoyed, but most smiled at this new couple joined in “holy” matrimony. Yeah right. If sinner could have a single person as its representative, it would be Rosalind. She never did things the good way, she did them the easy and fun way.

As the champagne and plastic glasses were put into their hands, she laughed. “Well, at least it won’t be boring?” she grinned brightly. She leaned her head on his shoulder as the boat started off on its journey around the surprisingly large lake. It was much cooler on the water, she noted, with a pleasant breeze that she had to enjoy. She loved the heat, but being out in the sun all day did wear on her.

Taking the flute from him, she grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye. She placed both the glasses down on the small table beside her and held the bottle of champagne. He had to relax with a bit of alcohol, right? “To us?” she asked as she placed her hand on the cork. 

Finally out of the direct public eye (though he knew everyone was still staring at this atrocity of a swan boat), Cam managed to swallow down the lump of trepidation that had been forming in his throat. “To us,” he repeated, letting her pop the the champagne cork back towards the people on the shore. He absently “wondered if it had hit anyone,” then realized he hadn’t just absently wondered it but actually said it out loud. He weakly smiled and let Rosa pour the champagne into the flute, watching her fill it with an artistic flair.

He’d been right earlier, she knew exactly what she was doing. “So,” he started, quickly clearing his throat when his voice cracked, “So, Rosalind…” He realized he didn’t have much to say about the situation and ended weakly on “I guess we’re married for the day now.”

As the noise of the fair faded a bit, he was left to actually think about the situation he was in. He had come here to run a flower booth, make some quick and easy money, maybe make a few people smile, and instead here he was, faux-married to an attractive woman and drinking champagne on a deluxe swan boat in a mangled tux. This revelation did not sit well on his stomach or his knees, and he hastily took a rather ungraceful swig of the champagne. Bubbles…he remembered absently that bubbles got you intoxicated faster, or something like that about the bloodstream. And straws. He didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of alcohol, and he’d tried to avoid it ever since that one time in the city during his studies (which, coincidentally, was also with an attractive woman). But it was spring, he told himself, and he deserved a little extra downtime. He took another swig of the champagne. “To us, indeed.”

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

The blonde watched him attempt to regain himself with the faintest of smiles. He was cute, and  she wouldn’t mine consummating the marriage to him. It was too bad it was just a fake little ceremony. She noted the sweat on the back of his neck and quickly dabbed that away. She would make a good housewife for some man on another day.

Rosalind took her soft hand in his when he made his decision. She gave a little nod, pulling very lightly before she started to walk. “That works for me, dear,” she laughed a bit. White heels tapped against the uneven ground, but she never seemed to falter. She kept her balance perfectly, even playing it up for her husband by letting her swaying hips seem a bit more exaggerated.

"I don’t think I even know your name, sweetheart. It’d be nice to know what I’m changing my last name to," she smiled back at him, squeezing his hand. She loved having all eyes on them. She wanted people to be envious of her, it was a rare opportunity she wouldn’t pass up for the world. "My name’s Rosalind, by the way, I know you’ll be screaming that tonight." She murmured the last part in his ear as they fell into step with one another. She thrived off these little games, and loved seeing the different reactions people gave her. 

Her flirtatiousness reminded him of his past experiences with women…particularly during his studies. On the other hand, he had just gotten back from being stranded on an island in the snow, it was a Spring Festival, therefore it was supposed to be fun, and he could stand to lighten up a bit.

None of these realizations made him feel any less awkward about the entire situation, though. She apparently knew what she was doing and what she wanted, so Cam let her lead him through the crowds, though he wondered if she wouldn’t step in a particularly thick spot of mud and sink in the heels he could just see barely under the dress.

As he caught up to her to match her, she whispered in his ear…”screaming that tonight.” Oh. Oh. So that’s where she thought this was going. He turned a violent shade of red and panicked, all semblance of composure he had managed to stuff into his knees gone again. But at the same time, something in the back of his brain whispered “you’ll probably never see her again in your life. This festival is enormous.” Thankfully they’d reached the line for the swan boats, though from the workers ushering them forward, they apparently got special treatment for being “the lovely wedded couple.” Cam tried very hard not to shudder and managed a smile as a bottle of champagne and two cheap plastic flutes were thrust into his arms. Thankfully, it wasn’t a pedal-boat, it was some sort of “deluxe super ultra luxury wonderful swan boat.”

thepurpleflorist asked: Cam saw the girl from the Kissing Booth earlier walking by. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her, picked her up (thankfully she was small), and took her over to the Tunnel O' Love. Without a word, he held her through the entire line. Once they were finally on the boat, he let out a huge sigh and said "I am so, so very sorry about that."

snotty-elise:

Elise saw the guy… Wait— What is he—

"HEY?!" Elise started to yell a little, it was so sudden!! "WHAT THE HELL?!" Elise tried to get away but alas, he was too strong. "Where are you taking me!?!?" Before she knew it— She was in the Tunnel O’ Love with this GUY!!!!

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Now she had to sit here and wait till this stupid ride was over. There’s no escape…

Cam continued into apologizing profusely. “I’m extremely sorry, but there was a person, and a dare, and…” He sighed. “There’s no acceptable excuse for this situation. I’m sorry.”

tagged: +TSxFestival  +elise 
IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind glanced back as Cam lead them away from the booth. She had asked a choice question and had only gotten a little “Yes,” that made it clear he wasn’t actually listening to her. Oh, how quickly we moved forward in our married life, she thought while rolling her eyes.

She smiled brightly as people passed them. She couldn’t help but notice how…wet his hand was. Before she could comment, or even make a look of disgust, he pulled away into the shade of the other booth. That would explain a lot.

She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as he started to strip. “Well, I thought we were supposed to wait until after the honeymoon for this, but I guess if we move behind here we might not be caught?” she teased with a bright laugh. She seemed to ponder something for a couple of seconds before she stepped forward. “I know how that feels,” she sighed, motioning to her own dress. She leaned up and undid the top two buttons of his shirt, smiling quite broadly. “I think that looks a bit more natural, oui?

Taking the tiniest step back, she placed her hands on her hips. They were still on close proximity, and she could notice the sweat on his forehead. “So, we should talk about that date,” she commented as she took out a handkerchief from the top of her dress. She didn’t have pockets, and her chest was a perfect place to keep thing safe.

"I gave you two choices and you just answered yes," she laughed a bit as she dabbed away some of the sweat. "So, a little date first, or the swan rides before our honeymoon?" she winked.

Cam blushed as she removed a handkerchief from her dress. Was that…common for women? Still a bit distracted, he only stepped back a little as she dabbed at his forehead. “Just…give me a moment to compose myself.” He bent over, hands on his knees, and took a few deep breaths, trying to get his knees to stop feeling like jelly. He hated being the focus of attention, and with a woman in a bridal gown with him… people would be staring all day, and he still had a booth to run (though by now it was fairly forgotten).

Standing back up, he neatly folded the suit jacket over his arm, and let the bow tie hang loosely around his neck. It felt a bit more normal, at least. Finally getting a moment, he actually stopped to observe the woman he had just been forced into getting “married” to. She was attractive, that was certain, and the wedding gown that the booth had chosen fit her well, if a bit tight in a few areas. Her features were well balanced and her eyes were definitely striking. Not bad, he told himself. They could have done much worse. Shaking himself back to the present situation, he made a decision. “Let’s just go to the swan boats and call that the date?” He didn’t know if there was much else to do, why else would someone even go on a swan boat?

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

She knew that she would be a bride from a very young age. All she played pretend as when she was a kid was a princess, a bride, or the wife. She always expected to get married-just not like this.

How she ended up being dragged into a fake marriage, she’ll never know. Working at a fair didn’t sound so bad, really, so she could have easily skipped out and been “stuck” with a job for Goddess knew how many years. But maybe it was the idea of marriage that drew her in?

Whatever it was, she was now stuck with that man for the rest of the day. She was glad he wasn’t some random 78-year-old in sweatpants and those dirty, grease-stained tank tops.

She gave a smile to her new husband, only learning his name was Cam a few minutes before the ceremony. It was nice enough, and she did get a nice dress out of it. A while mermaid dress with light blue embroidery for a little extra. The only issue she had with the dress was that it was long. Although elegant, she preferred much shorter dresses. Not just to flaunt what she had, but it made moving so much easier for her.

Once the marriage certificate had been presented, she seemed almost…excited. Maybe this was the only time she would actually get married?

A large smile played on her features as she took Cam’s hand in her own. “Now then, dearest husband, where should we go for our honeymoon? Right to those swan rides, or have a little date beforehand?” She laughed light at the situation. They had to act like newlyweds, so she planned to milk it for all it was worth.

Cam was sweating. This was such an unusual situation to be in…This woman, Rosa, she seemed nice enough, and it wasn’t a real wedding, after all. He’d always loved making bridal bouquets,  and looked forward to actually making one for his own future bride, but not like this! He’d had no choice, really…

He took a breath and tried to calm his tremors. He didn’t llike this, he needed to leave, and the bright spring sun was making him even more nervous. The black tuxedo they’d stuffed him in didn’t help; it was absorbing all the sunlight and heat possible. He plastered on a smile for the camera, and turned to Rosa as she took his hand, saying something about swan boats. He couldn’t hear much over the blood rushing through his ears, so he stammered out a “yes” and took off in some general direction, pulling her after him.

Normally he wouldn’t be so direct, but he had to get away from the marriage booth, and he needed to find shade. Ducking into the shade of the nearest booth, he quickly unbuttoned his jacket and shed it, and then pulled the bow tie off as well. He suddenly remembered his female companion again and turned to her. “I’m so sorry… that suit was just cloying.”

Cam & Elise || Kissing Booth?

snotty-elise:

Tch. “Meeting new people… It’s a waste of time.” Elise couldn’t see a reason as of why try and have acquaintances. It just doesn’t click, all you needed was money, right? Besides, having ‘friend’ will just drag you down and use you. “As long as they keep away, I’m okay.”

A flower booth? That’s a little odd… He didn’t seem like the person to… Well, be around flowers? “Weird. I don’t see why you don’t have clients. It’s a perfect time to give flowers. So it seems.” Elise’s body posture changed, she leaned back on her seat, keeping her chin up. Else was interested. 

"Hmm. I don’t have to?" Another lie. Damn those ratty servants… "I’ll do just that." Elise stood up from her booth and looked around, she stood out a lot… Elise is an extremely beautiful lady, and she knew there were so many eyes on her, but some were bad. This caused a little discomfort… "What… Does this place offer?" She was afraid of getting lost…

A waste of time. While he was a bit taken aback by the idea, he wasn’t going to argue. To each his or her own…  He mentally shrugged it off.

"Of course you don’t! I mean, I’m here, and not there, after all…" He waved a hand around. "And I suppose people are just busy with the other things here. I’ve walked by the ferris wheel a few times, and of course there’s food and games and things like that." He could tell she was rich (not that she hadn’t made it extremely obvious), but she was also pretty, and Cam felt that she just didn’t understand people.

"I was going to head back to my booth anyway. Would you like to come? You could pick out a flower crown." He hoped that perhaps the idea of pretty things would lure her away from her booth and out into the festival some more.