I'll Be Your Protector

“Come with me,” Micah said, beginning to make his way to his room. Formerly his and … Angella’s. Oh, how he missed her. It wasn’t surprising when he found the photo albums right in the spot they’d always been back when they were still together. After some searching, he found the one containing their wedding photos, and handed it to Mermista. He couldn’t bring himself to look inside, not yet.

Honestly, seeing Adora so awkward was just adorable, Glimmer couldn’t resist her smile. She felt such strong butterflies during and after the kiss! Even her eyes started to sparkle a little from the excitement and her cheeks had been changing to a soft red color. The warrior’s soft touch against her cheek felt so nice and being so close to her felt comforting…she wanted more than just this one kiss. “It was more than okay. It was wonderful…I’ve…wanted to do that for a while.” Glimmer admitted. Her eyes met sky blue hues once more. “Could we…do that again?”

He probably would make a big deal out of it, but he’d try to keep it to a minimum. The more he would learn about her world the more enthralled he would become over it. His mind wandered over the possibilities and the desire to know more of the runestones. Perhaps later. He mused to himself as he listened to her further. 

“I apologize for my overzealousness, I just really enjoy sharing the knowledge I have gained with others who may be able to use it. and it is rather rare to meet someone of such a capable nature.” Obi said, with a sly smile on his face, perhaps a bit flirty, but who is to say. 

“Though I will say, the rules of this realm do have me rather intrigued. Which has gotten me in trouble in the past but man, It’s hard not to be just, filled with questions, and those only lead to more. Thank you for fielding them all.” 

Mermista shrugged at his apology. “Don’t worry too much about it. Believe it or not, you’re not the most overzealous person I’ve spent time around.” As she said this, she thought of Sea Hawk, whose energy and enthusiasm could easily put Obi’s to shame. But, she thought that they would probably get along well enough if they ever met.

“Hey, if I ended up in a strange realm with no clue how anything worked, I’d want someone to do the same thing for me. I guess you could call it, paying it forward.” After all, she knew that there were other universes out there, so who was to say she wouldn’t wake up tomorrow in a completely different universe from her own?

violent devotion

Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?

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“Very well,” Keeping pace to follow behind her and sitting down across from her at her usual spot. “I gotta say you really have been the best Host i’ve had in another world. I thank you for that Your Majesty.” He said as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“So, you are at war, with the aid of other princesses that have abilities in a similar way, powered by your stones yeah?” He asked, trying to get a grasp of this world and it’s problems. It was one he would visit again, that’s to be certain. 

“Just trying to get my mind around it, and how I can help. I’ve made a surprisingly good medic with the blood manipulation, not that I seem I can pass that onto you, with the ‘Rules” He air quoted. “of your world.” 

Mermista gave him a casual smile. “Yeah, yeah, don’t make a big deal out of it.” She said. Though she was slowly getting better at accepting praise and compliments, from her friends and those she was truly close to, at least, it was still a work in progress. 

Something told her it would be a work in progress for a long time, but of course she wouldn’t say any of this to him. His question made her nod her head. “There are a couple who aren’t tied to runestones, but they still have abilities of their own.”

He was a bit peeved with himself for letting his feelings on such a thing slip,  given how needless it was. Scratching the back of his head his feelings subsided as he saw that she wasn’t all that concerned by it. He watched her enter casually and he followed suit behind her. 

As many things could be similar in his travels, he always found little differences that came out of no where to shock him. So letting her take point on this was far more comforting to him in this case. 

He followed her in somewhat sheepishly, keeping close to her but not overly so. Just wondering how a Princess Popping into a locale would react. “So do we seat our selves or….?” 

Mermista nodded. “Yeah, we can just seat ourselves whenever.” She said as she walked over to do just that. The people here had tried to help seat her once. It hadn’t gone well, for them anyway. Though she had managed to keep her cool, somehow, she had made it explicitly clear that she would prefer if they didn’t do it again.

Sea Hawk smiled, leaning into her touch. He really hoped that by lending her a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, he’d managed to help alleviate some of her pain. “I try my best, dearest.”

“He is gone.” And it was a blessing that he was. Had they failed to stop him, how many would have lost everything? “But everyone is still dealing with the effects of all he did. It’s hard to get that out of your mind when things are still not back to normal.”

Perfuma giggled, feeling her cheeks burn slightly. That sounded almost like a promise, and she was looking forward to be swept off her feet, as Huntara put it. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Desert Rose,” she said, blowing a kiss.

Huntara’s cheeks burned as Perfuma blew her a kiss. Then she said her goodbyes and headed off to prepare for the date.

--Time skip--

“Yeah, I can respect that.” Presently, Jin walked over to their table, then set their respective dishes in front of them with the same affable grin he had greeted them with. “Enjoy. Oh, and no need to worry about paying; members and friends of the—ahem—‘Family’ dine for free.” With that, he walked back to the kitchen, presumably to continue preparing ingredients. Taking a bite of his own meal, Ash chewed, swallowed, then shook his head gave a small, rather nostalgic chuckle. “Heh. Jin, you never were content to leave a sauce recipe as it was, were you?” he said almost to himself, as if hinting at some old inside joke between him and the tattooed man. “In the short time I knew him, he was always trying to replicate his grandfather’s cooking, ‘experimenting’ with all manner of flavors, particularly with the sauce. I kept telling him, ‘Jin, dude, relax, the food’s delicious,’ but he’d always respond with, ‘Now, listen, Little Cub: you may be content to settle for “delicious”, but my grandfather’s cooking was nothing short of divine, the pride of our village, and I’m not stopping until I reach that.’” He said this in an almost identical recreation of Jin’s voice, the real version of which yelled from the kitchen, “And I still haven’t, Little Cub! You just wait, I’ll get it right one day!” “Great, Jin, glad to know that you haven’t abandoned your pursuits of culinary heresy!” Ash yelled back, though it was clear from both of their tones that this was all in good fun, as well as the laughter shared. Realizing that he had almost forgotten that Adora was there, he cleared his throat. This was possibly the only time she would have heard or seen him laugh since meeting him. “Er, sorry about that. Just a little joke we shared back in the day.”