Violet Orchestra

He speaks with such sincerity that it is hard to doubt the truth of his words.Looking into his earnest blue eyes, Violet suddenly felt that maybe she underestimated Elaine and thought too highly of herself.

"You really think so?" he asked.

Elaine nodded seriously.

"...Why?" He was a little puzzled, "I thought...you liked me because I was good-looking."

This is not an exaggeration on his part, for a long time, all of his dates have been appearance-obsessed people like him, and he is attracted to them because of their good looks, which he takes for granted.Because of this, Elaine's indifference made him even more puzzled - he still remembered the way Elaine blushed when they first met. Of course, the other party was not someone who didn't care about his appearance at all, and the freckles on his face could at least make his own How could Elaine not care about the [-]% off appearance score?

"I really noticed you because you are good-looking," Elaine affirmed his thoughts, but added in the next second under Violet's puzzled and vaguely frustrated eyes, "but I like you , because you are Violet?"

Violet's eyes widened.

"A person is good-looking, of course it will become his attractive capital; but if a person is only good-looking, others will not like him for a long time, will he?" Elaine picked him up and put him on the windowsill On the other hand, let him be able to look at me at the same level, and let myself see his expression, "It is impossible to insist that it has nothing to do with appearance, but in the reason why I like you, appearance does not occupy the decisive part... maybe It doesn't sound very plausible, but to me you're Violet first, and the good-looking and likable poet second."

The window sill in the bathroom was a bit high, and Violet sat on it a little higher than Elaine. He rarely looked at each other from this angle, and there was no room for him to hide his emotions. He was a little overwhelmed by the young man.But he immediately felt that the other party's words seemed to be coaxing him. After thinking about it, he finally whispered: "But if I am not good-looking, the premise that most people like me will not exist."

He knows very well what it means to have a good appearance, because he himself has been the beneficiary of this.But at the same time, he also understands that others like him and find him interesting. This is based on his good looks and eloquence. Without his exquisite appearance, he will never be the eyes of passers-by on the road. The focus, too, won't be as popular with most people as it was in Rorscharia.

He's used to taking it seriously because he's been reaping the benefits of his looks for so many years.Beauty saved him from danger in many cases, and it also made him more and more dependent on his appearance, so that when Elaine suddenly saw his original appearance, his first thought was "Would he not like it?" me."

It was bad, he knew, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Violet was surprised to find that he desperately needed Elaine to give him a sense of security.

He was in a mess, put his hands on the window sill, pinched his fingers unconsciously, and pinched his fingers a little white. It wasn't until someone rescued them with warm fingers that he came back to his senses and looked down at Iraq. Lane's eyes.

The young man took one of his hands, brought it to his lips and kissed it, and smiled at him as usual.

"As I said, whoever I am is first and foremost your Elaine," he said to Violet. Violet."

"……why?"

"I don't know why." Elaine held his face and kissed the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed the small piece of skin with freckles with the tip of her nose. It was rare for Violet to show such a fragile expression, which made him a little At a loss, "But you are like this, I'm a little..."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence, and his ears turned red.The poet didn't know why, and blinked in confusion: "Huh?"

In the next second, he felt the reason for the embarrassment of the other party - Elaine was actually hard.

"You are so cute..." The young man stammered and explained, keeping a little distance away from him, lest the tent that he put up on his lower body reach him, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"I am like this," Violet pointed to the freckles on her face, "You can also get hard?"

"Of course, I really think this is cute." Elaine was still explaining to him while frantically covering up her embarrassing body changes, "It's not the same as usual, you are now... more natural and cute .”

With him like this, Violet didn't bother about his appearance anymore, he just thought it was a little funny, and stretched out his hand to pull him towards her: "Why can I get hard without me teasing you?"

Elaine looked at him aggrievedly: "Your expression just now was too... I couldn't hold back."

He was extremely shy, and he said the word "seductive" softly and quickly, but the two were very close, Violet still heard it, and the uneasiness and doubt in his heart almost softened into a puddle of honey because of his reaction , couldn't help hooking his neck, and leaned over to kiss him.

The kiss lasted for a long time, long enough for Elaine to count the number of freckles on the poet's face, and when Violet let him go, he couldn't help sticking it in again, still wanting more Lick each other's mouth.

"It seems to be harder." Violet laughed softly, rubbing his knee against his crotch, and finally showed the same expression as usual, "How about... let's solve this first, and then talk about it Another question?"

By the time they finished tumbling on the hotel bed and tidied up the sheets and replaced them with new ones, it was completely dark.The hot water that Violet put in in the afternoon was already freezing cold, so Elaine got up without complaint and re-lit the stove, and carried the poet who was too lazy to get out of bed into the bathroom, helping him Got a paid kiss in the shower.

Leaning in his arms, Violet pinched his fingers lazily under the water, and asked, "Did you get angry when I talked to you like that in Hiran last time?"

Of course Elaine would not be angry with him, but he would always feel wronged in his heart, he knew it.

But the young man just shook his head and said nonchalantly: "Of course not, you are anxious about Petra, I know."

The more sensible he was, the more Violet felt like a bully who bullied others, and couldn't help turning around to observe his expression.

"You know, what do you know?"

Elaine was helping him wash his hair, but when he saw him turn around, he quickly let go, and after confirming that he didn't hurt him, he said suspiciously: "I know you didn't mean it..."

"What if I did it on purpose?" Violet interrupted him.

Elaine was taken aback by him, and she didn't react a bit: "...Huh?"

"What if I got angry with you on purpose? Don't you have any temper at all?" Violet was so angry that he raised his legs and sat on him aggressively, pinching his nose with his wet hands, "You It's not my puppy, there's no need to let me do everything, understand?"

"But--"

"No but." The poet blocked his rebuttal with a kiss, "You have to learn to be strong, I can't pay attention to your feelings all the time, if you feel unhappy, you must tell me, okay?"

The first half of the sentence seemed unrefutable, but the last one was in a negotiating tone. He always knew how to make people unable to refuse. Of course Elaine also accepted this, and hesitated to refute.

Seeing that the other party accepted his proposal, Violet recalled what he had been thinking about in the afternoon: "I still have to apologize to you. I was really too impatient at that time, and I didn't take your feelings into consideration. I'm sorry."

Elaine shook her head: "I said, it's okay."

"Obviously I'm older than you, but you've been accommodating me." Violet sighed, feeling a little funny sitting naked on top of him and talking about such a topic, "What should I do? Shame."

Before changing it, he absolutely couldn't imagine the current state - his face was completely uncovered, revealing the secret he had been covering up all along, and he was naked, sitting on the young man in a shameful posture, as if he was Do something intimate, but talk about serious topics.Obviously this should make him feel uncomfortable, but not only does he not feel that way now, he even feels the long-lost relaxation.

It was as if a small thorn in my heart had been pulled out, and I felt much more comfortable.

Now that he finally had time to care about other things, he remembered that Elaine seemed to be looking for something when he came back in the afternoon, so he asked by the way.Unexpectedly, Elaine was stunned for a while, and seemed to find it a bit difficult to speak.

"What's the matter, is there something inconvenient to say?"

"No," Elaine dried and washed his hair for him, fetched a bathrobe for him to put on, then took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom with him, "It's just a little thing during the day, if you don't mention it, I almost forgot."

Violet began to smear all kinds of things on his face again. Elaine's compliment of "this is so cute" is obviously not enough to make him give up covering up the freckles on his face. It is his limit to not smear anything when the two of them are alone up.He dipped the ointment from various bottles and jars and applied it on his face, and asked casually, "So what's the matter? I think you wanted to ask when you came back in the afternoon, and thought it was important."

Elaine recalled the conversation between him and Hodge in the carriage in the morning, and expressed his doubts.

"...Oh, this one."

The poet blinked, took off the towel for drying his hair, and put it on the back of the chair.

"You told me that it was your first time traveling away from Rosalia before, so... you probably don't know the thief Hodge either?" Violet asked.

Elaine shook her head, and was a little puzzled by the name he mentioned: "...Hodge?"

"Yes, it's that Hodge who lives in the room next to ours, the guy who snores while sleeping." The poet nodded, "Domonoch is his hometown, because I haven't mentioned it for a long time, I almost forgot, So when planning the itinerary, include it in the list of candidates.”

"Did anything happen to him back home?"

"Well...it's not a good thing, and he probably doesn't want to mention it." Violet thought for a while, and after wiping his face, he climbed onto the bed first, and then patted the place beside him to signal him to go up too. "The story is very long. Let me keep it short."