nobunaga-the-warlord ::
“Lord Happy sounds a smart man…” Nobu’s smile widened at the feeling of her smaller fingers wrap around his hand. He didn’t know why he wanted to protect this young woman… Perhaps because she felt like more like a lost child than a maiden in distress.
The dragon took hold of her hand slowly guiding Ichi to her feet. The smaller woman dwarfed by the 6′9 giant. Still he smiled reaching out to caress her cheek. “If you have forgotten then I’ll give you new reasons to smile, Ichi.”
❝ Lord Happy smart..yes. Smart like Lord Grumpy was. Ichi liked them. ❞ she said not pulling her hands away, dark dull brown eyes stared at his hand that held her puzzled. He wasn’t her brother,or Nagamass, nor was he Lord Ieyasu or Mitsunari yet she felt content and safe. Demon maiden raised her empty pitiful gaze to the dragon king with empty expression, lifeless like an doll yet still as curious as new born child. Shade of his hair was notices, sparking a fascination.
❝ Such pretty purple hair. My favorite color. ❞

















