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The first real kiss I had was for nothing more than my own fun.
There was this Ezrite boy who sung in the choir named Elyot that would say all the sweetest things to me. Promise me this, promise me that. But never before marriage. Always marriage first, despite the scandalous things he would suggest. The only thought I had in my cruel mind, though, was how I could see just how long he would hold out for his morals. I wanted to know just how much and how long it would take until his knees were weak with desire.
Some days I would wear a dress that perhaps showed some slight ankle. Instead of traditional stockings, fishnets beneath my Fith Day gown. I would catch him peeking at me, stealing glances of my fair demure. We once were alone without a chaperone in the confessional and I nearly got him to hold my hand. He never did, though. He stood tall and steadfast, no matter how much I made him bend.
I always admired my grandfather's perfumes, but for the longest time they were only ever an accessory to fashion. I did not learn just how tempting one could make themselves until I wore some as a woman courting the fancy of a man, and not as a little girl playing dress-up. There was this divine scent that my grandfather had designed, called Smitten. A touch of lemongrass and black roses of Sithicus, citrus seeping through the alluring scent of the Nuitari's light.
A few spritzes of the oil upon the wrists and the nape of my neck was all it took. I had never felt more powerful than when I brought his facade crumbling down.
I remember seeing that hunger in his eyes when we snuck off into the woods that night. Before the night even unfolded, he had cast it all away. I made him be the one to do it, I wanted to see the craving in his eyes. Inching closer and closer until his lips brought mine in for a rapture of lust and passion. His hands grabbed bunches of my dress and I leaned up, lifting my smile to whisper in his ear a simple: "we're through."
I cut him off and left him there, confused, heartbroken, and alone.
It always stuck with me how flimsy convictions could be and how sharply love could cut.
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Éléonore de Ambroiseux-Tabouillot