YAY NESSA THANK YOU SO MUCH. A wilfred drabble coming right up! ^^
Random generated title: ‘Weeping Truth’
Random prompt: “It’s completely terrible, but hell, it’s better than going home"
The blonde male sat on the sidewalk, his only shield from the rain being the thin black cloak thrown over his shoulders. Perhaps he was a little too rash running away from home like he did, his cold wet state certainly had him second guessing his actions. However the young prince felt that at 16 years old he deserved a bit more freedom, a chance to be himself outside of his princely duties. It was difficult, struggling to be prim and proper all the time, with his young butler friend constantly breathing down his neck. Claude was only doing his job, Wilfred knew that, but sometimes he just needed a break. He pulled the thin cloth around his shoulders tighter against him, hugging his knees to his chest in order to keep warm.
“You must be freezing,” A sweet voice spoke from above, and just as it had floated through his ears like a warm summer breeze, the rain pouring down on him seized it’s assault on his body. Bringing his head up, he was met with a pair of friendly brown eyes that reflected the smile on her face within their depths. She was holding a pink umbrella, decorated with strawberries over his head, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.
“I am,” He spoke bluntly, “It’s completely terrible, but hell, it’s better then going home.”
“Really?” Deciding to take the opportunity, the girl sat down next to him, sitting close enough to share the shield of her umbrella from the rain. “I guess I can get that, there are times when I don’t want to go home either. I think everyone has those days, and sometimes you just need a break from it all.”
They sat in silence for a moment, Wilfred unsure of how to respond. The tapping of the rain hitting above them the only sound, along with the roaring for a car or two that would pass by. He had wanted to say that his life is a bit different the most, and though he’s more privileged in many ways, he is also left with a lot more responsibility then others at his age. However, this girl did not seem to recognize him, and he did not want to deal with the possibility of a gushing fan girl if she realized. So instead he simply nodded, his blue gaze glancing her way before retreating once again.
“Have you ever danced in the rain?” She spoke suddenly, giggling a bit as she rose from the cement. “You seem like you need a little fun, and there is nothing more freeing then doing something a little reckless.”
She set down the umbrella without bothering to close it and took a hold of the prince’s hands. Without much fighting he allowed himself to be pulled up, but he had to admit he really wasn’t all too sure about this. If Claude were here, oh he would probably have a heart attack. This thought, made him smile and he shook his head.
“I can’t say I have danced in the rain before,” He bowed before the girl who shared his age and took her hand, “May I have this dance?” His many ballroom classes had taught him proper etiquette on asking a lady to accompany him on the floor.
The girl was however taken by surprise, and she blushed at his chivalrous actions. “O-Of course!” She took the hand, and immediately was pulled against his chest. Their warmth of their bodies together heating them up against the cold rain, and her embarrassment keeping her cheeks hot.
“Don’t be nervous, this was your idea,” Wilfred said as he began to move, unable to resist teasing her just a bit. The sound the droplets hitting against the cement mixed with the hard and suddenly erratic thump in his chest giving him his beat. He chuckled, and oh my god his smile. The girl was fairly sure her own heart had just stopped, this man was beautiful. What had she managed to get herself into?