【 I’M A PIRATE, YOU ARE A PRINCESS. 】
have you ever wondered what a crystalline princess such as pompeii white sees in a partner? ( @blaneoftheseas )
Pompeii hummed a song, her voice trilling like a bird’s. It was a surprisingly soothing sound as she swept her apartment. With the windows open, it was only a matter of time before all sorts of animals began to gather to hear the princess song. She smiled at every one of them before a squirrel asked if they could help. She was never one to turn down an act of kindness and within minutes, her apartment was filled with tweeting birds, scattering squirrels, and all sorts of strays.
It was sparkling clean in half the time it’d normally take. Pompeii waited by the window to bid all her friends adieu, giving them kisses and waving them goodbye.
“I hope you find your prince… or princess… one day, Pompeii!” the last bird to leave sang before it flew away. Pompeii’s eyes suddenly widened and she gave a bashful smile. She shrunk in on herself. Her eyes darted down, watching the grass dance according to the wind. She dived into thought, suddenly looking forlorn.
She thought about adventures and swordfights and treasure hunting. She thought about sailing, plundering, riotous smiles, and the smell of rum.
At first, she was thinking about the first pirate she grew close to. With her wild blonde locks and dazzling blue eyes. Her cocksure saunter and abrasive personality. She thought about her touches only becoming soft when dealing with the princess and Pompeii having to save so many dishes from her otherwise rough handling.
She then thought about the tall, robust, brooding pirate. The one with dark eyes and even darker hair. He had a strong piercing gaze, she’s seen it once when he had punched the wall. He spoke as if there was nothing good in the world— except her. That was what made everything so sweet about their interactions. Even if she was stern with him, he still handled her as if she was about to break at any moment.
Pompeii didn’t want royalty to match herself. She didn’t want a strapping prince on a white horse and a shining sword or a soft princess with diamonds for eyes and rose petals for lips. She wanted something completely different for herself. She wanted adventure and recklessness, storms and thrills. She wanted a pirate.
“Not all treasure glitters gold. Is that how that saying goes?” she mused to herself before closing the window. She started doing her hair. Not that her afternoon had opened in terms of plans, she figured she’d go and see her pirate.
The princess wanted to be considered treasure to someone. She wanted someone to protect her fearlessly and go to the ends of the earth in search for her. She wanted a pirate’s devotion; because to go into the teeth of danger in the name of gold shows just how much a pirate is willing to do for what they deem important. And is that really so wrong— for a glass doll princess to want that from a daring, hardy pirate?
