Doodles: Swept Away

It's been a really long time.. So long that I have forgotten how to do this (post an entry).. I am growing old and weary.. LOL..

Anyway, it's just one of those days when I dig through stuff and find unfinished fics. This is one of my doodles from a long time ago.. It's a part of a longer fic that I could no longer finish because oh well, I don't know how to do this anymore..

Hope people still come here to read..





He drummed his fingers on the coffee table. Impatience consuming his very being. But then there’s nervousness and excitement, too. It was making him crazy and eager. He wondered if his EQ was being affected by this thing he put himself in (because he did feel like a child put under a marshmallow test).


And it wasn't helping that he was confined in the waiting room and forced to wait with a bunch of crew and a cameraman (who has his handy camera focusing solely on his awfully nervous and jittery face).

"Buin!", he called out so unexpectedly one of the staff almost tripped.

"Buin, come out!!", he said again, perhaps forgetting where he was and that he was being filmed. Because all he needed was for her to come out, all he needed was to see her. And this that he is doing right now is torture.

He was pretty lived a pretty busy and hectic life, but Tuesdays was something different to him. There's a different rush, a different sort of feeling that washes all over him.

"Shillang, I'm coming out now!", a voice from the other room announced—this was his answer, the one he has been waiting for for 18 minutes and 42 seconds (which to him felt like three Tuesdays of not seeing each other).

And just like in the movies, the white sliding doors opened in the most dramatic kind of way.

And, there she stood, like a Goddess that she is.. The Divinity that she has always been..

And just like in the movies, he sat there, barely breathing, in a wonderful daze.

And just like in the movies, when the Prince sees his Princess, the Prince was swept away without a warning.

The beauty before him, wearing the wedding dress that he handpicked, was no Princess, but a Queen.

He looked at her without blinking. Like night when the morning begins the day, he was swept away.