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The third origin prompt for my FosKyn. X coming across the box which they were created from. This is also still a direct storyline from the first two origin prompts with a jump in time. Feel free to read those so this one can make a little more sense!

The Delicate BoxA beautiful mansion situated itself nicely along the cliff’s edge along the coast of France. The waves of the ocean below could often be heard when walking through the magnificent gardens that surrounded the large building. Set far from the path of normal traffic, it was a peaceful place to live for the wealthy family. Though some of them were uptight, one child in particular found love and beauty in all things. He was different from the rest, strolling through the gardens and marveling at the flora the workers carefully curated and the fauna he often found hiding among branches and in bushes. After several years doing this, he found an interesting trail of flower petals. Curious, he followed the pathway of petals until it stopped at a stone bench. On it was a single piece of paper, folded up, with a flower overtop of it. When he lifted the flower, his name was written in elegant calligraphy. Sitting down on the bench, he placed the flower to the side and picked up the pristine paper. It crinkled slightly as careful fingers opened it, like picking petals off of a delicate flower. It was a note, written similarly to what was on the outside of the paper. Easy enough for him to read, as that is what he was taught when learning to write himself. Dear Lyle,I hope this letter finds you well. I know we don’t know each other, but I seem to have found myself infatuated with you. I see you walking through the gardens, admiring the work we put into it. You’re so kind to animals that live here, too. I did not know how else to say this, for we are not meant to speak to each other. If you wish to meet, place your own letter in this same spot and I will know this could be more than just a fleeting feeling. I shall look for it by tomorrow eve, if you desire to attempt to meet in secret.With Tentative Love,FleurHe recognized the name immediately, staring at it for a few moments. She was a maid who worked in the kitchens mostly, but he knew she worked in the gardens as well. In truth he didn’t pay close attention to most of the servants they had in the mansion – he always felt they had too many – but thinking about her now… One thing he did notice was how different she was from the rest. She was kind, but not in a way that was demanded of their servants. Hers was more genuine, especially with himself. He had never realized until now, but he enjoyed her company in the few ephemeral moments they had together. He folded the note back up and grabbed the flower, quickly making his way to his room. He would have no trouble remembering where that stone bench was and he was eager to write his own letter. Once he finally arrived in his room, ignoring anyone who tried to speak to him in his hurried state, he knew he had to find a place to hide the letter. There was no way his family could learn about this – it would jeopardize her role in this place. Opening his large closet, he found a box tucked away in the far corner. Along it were many engravings, curved lines accented by small dots. He traced his finger along it before carefully opening it. There wasn’t anything inside, only the smell of old wood wafting upwards. This would be the perfect place to store the secret he now held. Setting the note inside, he brought it over to his desk and placed it next to his writing space. Getting his paper ready, he grabbed his quill and ink and began to write his response.Dear Fleur,I must say that this note comes as a surprise to me. I did not even realize how much you cared for me, for I was much too blind to see you past what you are. A foolish thing for me to have done, considering how much I wish all our servants were treated better. My family must have rubbed off on me more than I realize. However, I would love to be able to see you and truly get to know who you are. I will wait for you by the northwest archway tomorrow at midnight – I hope this finds you in time.With Curious Love,LyleP.S. I shall leave you with this box as a way to conceal these letters (should we continue this journey).There was no way he could send these things back on that stone bench. It would have to wait until tomorrow, to help keep suspicions low. He only hoped she would be quick to check back, or at the very least see that he had taken it. At least, that’s what he hoped she would assume. Regardless of where the note had been placed there was the risk of someone besides him finding it. She must’ve planned everything very carefully to ensure that was not the case. Not like anything would happen to her; no, there was only that risk if someone were to find out he was encouraging this behavior, and a willing participant in it.Breakfast that next morning seemed painfully long. It was expected of him to always show up, and be presentable. All the ridiculousness his well-known and rich family made sure to instill upon their kids. Trying to be just like them, stuck up and looking down on those who were not as privileged as them. But Lyle was not interested in the slightest. Once he could finally leave, he quickly went to his room and grabbed the box that contained his written response to the little love letter he had received. The maze that was the large, lush gardens was something he loved traversing. It was hard to navigate in his youth, but now he knew the paths like the back of his hand. Rounding the corner to where the stone bench was, he wasn’t looking where he was going as his gaze was fixed on the precious gift he held in his hands. Another figure was heading in his direction, also not paying attention to what was going on. The two ran straight into each other, the box nearly falling to the ground. However, the strange figure caught it before it could clatter and potentially break. Lifting it up, the two finally looked at each other. Lyle and Fleur. Gawking at each other, Fleur had awkwardly started to hand it back with an apology on the edge of her lips. Blood rushed to the cheeks of both, a light pink rosing on both of their faces. Lyle reached out for the box, placing his hands on the other side of it. Their fingers touched each other lightly as they both held it for a moment. Simply unable to break their gaze from each other in this chance encounter. Suddenly, it was like she had come to her senses and took her hands from the delicate box, muttering something unintelligible. Her head shifted down, breaking the long stare, as she started turning to leave. He put the box down quickly and grabbed her by the arm before she could go anywhere, pulling her into him and hushing her with a gentle kiss. Ever since that day, they found a place for that little box to hide without the knowledge of anyone else. They would often place letters and gifts inside. The letters would always remain inside, but they would take the gifts and hide them in their bedrooms. It was like a fairytale for the two, but the secret was starting to grow too large. Other servants and family members were starting to wonder why the pair were acting so strange lately. The servants would say nothing, for they treasured Fleur as a companion. Not to mention being so close to Lyle allowed them some breaks from work around him.Lyle’s sister, however, was not as kind. She followed him one day through the gardens, catching the pair together. It was the worst time for the lovers to have someone spying, as Lyle put a beautiful locket around Fleur’s neck. A family heirloom, something not to be given away so freely. They put something in their special box as well, only further infuriating the sister. It didn’t take long for his mother to find out from there.And then?

AP for me: 22 (writing, wc: 1143) 50 (origin) 20 (NPC) 8 (storytelling) || TOTAL AP: 100

GP for FosKyn: 11 (writing, wc: 1143) 15 (origin) 6 (storytelling) || TOTAL GP: 32

Description
The third origin prompt for my FosKyn. X coming across the box which they were created from. This is also still a direct storyline from the first two origin prompts with a jump in time. Feel free to read those so this one can make a little more sense!

The Delicate BoxA beautiful mansion situated itself nicely along the cliff’s edge along the coast of France. The waves of the ocean below could often be heard when walking through the magnificent gardens that surrounded the large building. Set far from the path of normal traffic, it was a peaceful place to live for the wealthy family. Though some of them were uptight, one child in particular found love and beauty in all things. He was different from the rest, strolling through the gardens and marveling at the flora the workers carefully curated and the fauna he often found hiding among branches and in bushes. After several years doing this, he found an interesting trail of flower petals. Curious, he followed the pathway of petals until it stopped at a stone bench. On it was a single piece of paper, folded up, with a flower overtop of it. When he lifted the flower, his name was written in elegant calligraphy. Sitting down on the bench, he placed the flower to the side and picked up the pristine paper. It crinkled slightly as careful fingers opened it, like picking petals off of a delicate flower. It was a note, written similarly to what was on the outside of the paper. Easy enough for him to read, as that is what he was taught when learning to write himself. Dear Lyle,I hope this letter finds you well. I know we don’t know each other, but I seem to have found myself infatuated with you. I see you walking through the gardens, admiring the work we put into it. You’re so kind to animals that live here, too. I did not know how else to say this, for we are not meant to speak to each other. If you wish to meet, place your own letter in this same spot and I will know this could be more than just a fleeting feeling. I shall look for it by tomorrow eve, if you desire to attempt to meet in secret.With Tentative Love,FleurHe recognized the name immediately, staring at it for a few moments. She was a maid who worked in the kitchens mostly, but he knew she worked in the gardens as well. In truth he didn’t pay close attention to most of the servants they had in the mansion – he always felt they had too many – but thinking about her now… One thing he did notice was how different she was from the rest. She was kind, but not in a way that was demanded of their servants. Hers was more genuine, especially with himself. He had never realized until now, but he enjoyed her company in the few ephemeral moments they had together. He folded the note back up and grabbed the flower, quickly making his way to his room. He would have no trouble remembering where that stone bench was and he was eager to write his own letter. Once he finally arrived in his room, ignoring anyone who tried to speak to him in his hurried state, he knew he had to find a place to hide the letter. There was no way his family could learn about this – it would jeopardize her role in this place. Opening his large closet, he found a box tucked away in the far corner. Along it were many engravings, curved lines accented by small dots. He traced his finger along it before carefully opening it. There wasn’t anything inside, only the smell of old wood wafting upwards. This would be the perfect place to store the secret he now held. Setting the note inside, he brought it over to his desk and placed it next to his writing space. Getting his paper ready, he grabbed his quill and ink and began to write his response.Dear Fleur,I must say that this note comes as a surprise to me. I did not even realize how much you cared for me, for I was much too blind to see you past what you are. A foolish thing for me to have done, considering how much I wish all our servants were treated better. My family must have rubbed off on me more than I realize. However, I would love to be able to see you and truly get to know who you are. I will wait for you by the northwest archway tomorrow at midnight – I hope this finds you in time.With Curious Love,LyleP.S. I shall leave you with this box as a way to conceal these letters (should we continue this journey).There was no way he could send these things back on that stone bench. It would have to wait until tomorrow, to help keep suspicions low. He only hoped she would be quick to check back, or at the very least see that he had taken it. At least, that’s what he hoped she would assume. Regardless of where the note had been placed there was the risk of someone besides him finding it. She must’ve planned everything very carefully to ensure that was not the case. Not like anything would happen to her; no, there was only that risk if someone were to find out he was encouraging this behavior, and a willing participant in it.Breakfast that next morning seemed painfully long. It was expected of him to always show up, and be presentable. All the ridiculousness his well-known and rich family made sure to instill upon their kids. Trying to be just like them, stuck up and looking down on those who were not as privileged as them. But Lyle was not interested in the slightest. Once he could finally leave, he quickly went to his room and grabbed the box that contained his written response to the little love letter he had received. The maze that was the large, lush gardens was something he loved traversing. It was hard to navigate in his youth, but now he knew the paths like the back of his hand. Rounding the corner to where the stone bench was, he wasn’t looking where he was going as his gaze was fixed on the precious gift he held in his hands. Another figure was heading in his direction, also not paying attention to what was going on. The two ran straight into each other, the box nearly falling to the ground. However, the strange figure caught it before it could clatter and potentially break. Lifting it up, the two finally looked at each other. Lyle and Fleur. Gawking at each other, Fleur had awkwardly started to hand it back with an apology on the edge of her lips. Blood rushed to the cheeks of both, a light pink rosing on both of their faces. Lyle reached out for the box, placing his hands on the other side of it. Their fingers touched each other lightly as they both held it for a moment. Simply unable to break their gaze from each other in this chance encounter. Suddenly, it was like she had come to her senses and took her hands from the delicate box, muttering something unintelligible. Her head shifted down, breaking the long stare, as she started turning to leave. He put the box down quickly and grabbed her by the arm before she could go anywhere, pulling her into him and hushing her with a gentle kiss. Ever since that day, they found a place for that little box to hide without the knowledge of anyone else. They would often place letters and gifts inside. The letters would always remain inside, but they would take the gifts and hide them in their bedrooms. It was like a fairytale for the two, but the secret was starting to grow too large. Other servants and family members were starting to wonder why the pair were acting so strange lately. The servants would say nothing, for they treasured Fleur as a companion. Not to mention being so close to Lyle allowed them some breaks from work around him.Lyle’s sister, however, was not as kind. She followed him one day through the gardens, catching the pair together. It was the worst time for the lovers to have someone spying, as Lyle put a beautiful locket around Fleur’s neck. A family heirloom, something not to be given away so freely. They put something in their special box as well, only further infuriating the sister. It didn’t take long for his mother to find out from there.And then?

AP for me: 22 (writing, wc: 1143) 50 (origin) 20 (NPC) 8 (storytelling) || TOTAL AP: 100

GP for FosKyn: 11 (writing, wc: 1143) 15 (origin) 6 (storytelling) || TOTAL GP: 32