夢の女の子。♡

“  I     …    um,   ”     Every  day,  he's  reminded  why  he  wasn't  cut  out  to  be  a  teacher.   Handling  and  wrangling  hormonal  teenagers  was  not  something  he  wanted  to  spend  his  time  doing.    But,   he  was  almost  positive  they  did  not  handle  conversations  like  this  in  any  of  the  teaching  courses.    (and,  if  they  did—he'd  pay  any  amount  of  money  to  have  the  correct  answer).   

The  mission  report  was  crinkling  in  his  hand,  waving  slightly  in  the  breeze,  he  willed  her  to  take  it  and  end  this  conversation.     He  wasn't  a  fool,  he  was  raised  by  a  single  mother  with  a  female  teammate,  he  was  sure  that  he  didn't  know  a  lot    …    but  he  felt  like  he  knew  enough  to  never  argue  about  something  like  this  with   @prettyguardian. 

“  …     I'm  sure  you're  correct,   ”   he  decided  on.   He  held  out  the  paper  again,   “but,  like  I  was  saying,  it  seems  like  your  performance  was  lacking  slightly  on  your  last  mission.  Which  is  why  we've  been  paired  up  together.” 

L-LACKING ?! she mentally parrots with an internal shriek. heck, as if that wasn't loud enough in her mind, it slips past her lips again in a major whine. ❛ LACKING ?! ❜ bright blues brim with the prick of tears, heart race picking up pace as she snatches the paper from baki-sensei's hand. without even glancing at the written feedback, usagi dramatically smashes her face into it, dragging it down her cheeks with a loud wail. her teenage heart couldn't take it. what if i get kicked out again ? ❛ what do i do ? please, don't let me fail. i can't afford to do that anymore !!! ❜ emotions skyrocketing, her little cancer-heart getting the best of her as always. tsukino usagi never did well with stress. the blonde dabs away the oncoming tears with the crumbled paper, and then tosses it over her shoulder frustratedly, never wanting to see it again. and of course, said paper did manage to hit someone.

❛ do you know how hard it is to be a girl like me ? ❜

Since  his  memories  returned,  he  finally  came  to  terms  with  who  he  was.  The  curled-up  nervous  energy  died  within  him.  Now  he  was  steady,  calm  even.  The  only  thing  was,  he  thought  Usagi  was  annoying  and  immature.  His  eyes  were  opened  to  the  compassionate  person  she  was.  While  sitting  next  to  her,  Mamoru's  heart  thudded  in  his  chest.  Would  she  ever  forgive  him  for  being  so  rude?  How  could  she?  Mamoru's  eyes  softened.  Did  she  remember?  If  she  did,  she  didn't  show  any  hint  of  recollection  of  their  past  lives  together.  "You.  You're  not  that  bad,  Usagi."

MAMORU'S HEART PLAYED A SONG, a beat and rythm usagi's own knew the melody to. she could feel it vibrate between them, as if the borders between him & her were nonexistent. thump, thump. he was so close to her, and the tenderness of the moment unfolded like a blooming flower. each petal a layer peeling back any hesitation / barricade between them. cheeks akin to color of pink roses, her face flushed with heat as his words sank into her. of course she remembered. she's known more of him than he knew of her this whole time... it was a bittersweet thing ---- this longing in her heart. usagi kept it close to her, like a secret, waiting for the cosmos to align them at the right place & time. doll-like blues scan his face, and it's that very feeling of familiarity that softens her nerves. the butterflies in her tummy have settled down. a cant of her head, and blonde silk cascades over her shoulder and onto the bedside. playful sweetness leaves her lips in a soft murmur.

❛ does that mean you'll stop calling me odango ? ❜

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❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

❝  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.  ❞

❝  my favorite color changes but it’s always the same,  whatever color you’re wearing.  ❞

❝  whatever matters to you matters to me,  you’re important to me.  ❞

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞

❝  i’ll always be yours,  in one way or another.  ❞

❝  you don’t ever have to worry with me.  i’m here for good.  ❞

❝  you are more beautiful than you know.  ❞

❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞

❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

❝  you’ve become my joy.  ❞

❝  whatever else happens,  if i have you,  i’m content.  ❞

❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞

❝  you will always be my priority.  ❞

❝  i love you forever.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you.  ❞

❝  you look wonderful.  ❞

❝  i want you to feel safe with me.  ❞

❝  i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud.  you’re beautiful and strong.  you deserve to believe it.  ❞

❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞

❝  you carry yourself with such grace.  ❞

❝  you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments.  ❞

❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞

❝  you always make me see things differently.  i appreciate your perspective. ❞

❝  i’m just enjoying you.  you look happy today and i like seeing that.  ❞

❝  you’re very valuable to me.  ❞

❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞

❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞

❝  come put your head in my lap and tell me something new.  ❞

❝  i love it when you smile at me like that.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i can share you with anyone today.  ❞

❝  i’ll take you anywhere you want.  just tell me where.  ❞

❝  bored? of you?  impossible.  ❞

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one.  ❞

❝  your happiness matters greatly to me.  ❞

❝  you deserve to reach the goals you want in life.  you deserve to obtain anything you wish.  ❞

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

❝  you come first.  you’re always my first choice.  ❞

❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

❝  i want to share in your joy.  i want to be part of all things that make you happy.  ❞

❝  all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them.  ❞

❝  i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞

[ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind. 

[ SOOTHE ]  in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind. 

[ CLOSE ]  sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by. 

[  STOP  ]  sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands,  drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.  

[ GIVE ]  sender greets with receiver with a gift. 

[ BRING ]  sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them. 

[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

[ COAX ]  sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind,  so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up. 

[ CARESS ]   sender sits by quietly while receiver works,  petting their hair and simply providing company. 

[ RELAX ]  sender gives receiver a massage. 

[ LOOK ]  for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.

AND JUST LIKE A NABI, one taking flight for the first time ---- shaky wings mirrored in her breath, now hitched. who knew the conversation could get her so emotional ? with gulp, and fists curling at her sides, usagi does her best to anchor. the static between them was a whirlwind of intensity and vulnerability, and maybe if she wasn't so adamant about the good in blue, the blonde would've taken off long ago. some may call it stubborn, but, to usagi, it was hope. hope in that things will change for the better. hope because she believed in the best of people, and that everyone has something worth fighting for. tsukino usagi believed in second chances. ❛ i'm not a child, blue... you don't have to protect me like that, ❜ words are not defensive, but she means what she says. he didn't even know half the story, half of what she'd been through. the cosmos has stories to share... courageously, the girl takes a step forward, setting her purse onto the nearest chair.

❛ don't you think we met for a reason ? our friendship is fated. you have to believe that ! ❜

When was the last time anybody had given a shit enough about Caeruleum Blue to behave as Usagi was? To stay despite the voices in her head telling her otherwise. To speak the truth when others would lie and say it was fine. To call him out as she did, to allow him to grimace at the weight of her truth and not hesitate to step forward towards him. All of this was a novelty to Blue, who had known nothing but cruelty for most of his miserable life at the hands of his own Father.

"Fate?" He parrots, laughing a breathless sound before straightening and looking to her square. Now that she was closer, he was more aware of her, and it was much harder to deny her. Expression softening, he sighs before looking away from the intensity of her gaze.

DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT THE GIRL before him has a heart the size of the cosmos ? usagi feels everything so deeply; a sensitive soul who's got nothing but love for all the world around her. blue's demeanor had never fazed her until now, but somehow, finding herself in this predicament, the blonde is hyper-aware of her own vulnerability. guard down, heart-beat intense. knee-high boots glued to the floor, unable to move. she feels practically naked before him. i mean, what's there to hide at this point ? doesn't he see that i care ? in a light attempt to shield herself, usagi crosses her arms over her chest, palms curving against her ribs. she isn't moving, but it would be a lie to say that the tension between them didn't affect her. especially when he repeats what she said. ❛ yes, fate, ❜ a beat. ❛ is that weird to you, blue? ❜ usagi's words are weighed with hesitation. what if this was a joke to him? she wasn't prepared for him to dismiss her, and from the looks of it, it could go either way. bright blues dim as they follow the male's hands dive into his pockets. usagi perceived his restraint as retraction and it nicked her wings a little. in that moment, the door opened for doubt to creep in. it's always me, caring so much ! usagi stayed silent for a moment more, lower lip taken into a bite as she chewed on her next move. a deep inhale was taken before she began again, and this time, her voice was just above a whisper. maybe it was wrong of her to come after all.

❛ you know what? don't worry about it. it's probably just me doing the most, as usual ---- ❜ with a pivot, she exhales and makes a grab for her purse. rabbit-like worry taking over now, she'd rather save herself the embarrassment. ❛ ---- i'll see you later or something. ❜

we keep meeting like this. / @prettyguardian

❝ And we shall as long as you need me, Your Highness. ❞ There's a lightness in Rumi's voice, tempered by the ever present concern that emerges in Princess Serenity's presence. Because, of course, they do find themselves in these situations more often than not — at the tail end of something that could have ended disastrously and by Lunar Grace or sheer training, Rumi has gotten there in time.

Now she disguises the way she is checking the princess over for injuries, her sharp gaze partially masked under a hooded glance, years of practice guiding her to look for any sign of distress — blood, bruises, magical corruption. Rumi's spine remains straight and her jaw stiffly set, and it's only when she realize she is still holding the Princess' arm in her careful grasp that she lets go and takes a step back.

showing weakness, showing softness, means death.

IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THESE where the princess accepts reality for what it is. her clumsiness and ever-so-curious spirit get the best of her. bruises &. scrapes are often a secret accessory ---- you would think such royalty would be a little more careful. alas, the returning visitor of clumsiness appears ever so vividly: in her walks, in her runs; all her movements. it was true, at times, SERENITY was like the moon's reflection on the water: graceful and beautiful. and yet, in instances such as this, well... a trip-and-fall won't cause too much damage. but, it would bring forth a loving lecture from the guardians and a bruise ( or two ) no doubt !

unfazed by her own lack of mindfulness in the moment, princess serenity cannot help but giggle. she leans towards rumi's direction, despite the girl's polite attempt to distance herself. white silk draped about the floor, wrinkled, soon resembled a silver waterfall as she came to a stand. pink lips are in a smile now, with hands waving off the tension faintly creeping in. no need to be so formal... ❛ please, it's nothing to worry about, ❜ serenity's expression softens, crystal blues glistening as she tenderly gazes at rumi. ❛ i must be a handful to you. for that, i apologize. ❜

I will keep you safe

Inspired by this tweet.