seafaring.

            “No, I wouldn’t be happy about sharing you at all!” The demoness gave the taller a pouty look as she truly hated the idea of it. It is (or rather was) worse enough she had to watch the one she desired to be with take girls away with him and she could do nothing but watch from afar. Oh, she hated it indeed. Nothing hits Rose harder than jealousy.       With Romeo’s coos and kissing of knuckles, the queen-to-be’s cheeks flushed deeply. She pulls her hand away quickly with a fit of giggles that bubbles past her lips. Her hands will lace behind her back as she playfully steps away with a light jump to her step.       “You’re such a naughty demon~.” Rose’ll coo, leaning forward just a tad as golden locks cascaded down around her shoulders. She knew she was pushing her luck with these sort of teases, but the nymph couldn’t help herself.

            “I don’t want her to be too much trouble for you, Romeo, but I know you won’t take no for an answer. I’m just glad that you are willing to accept her.” The topic of Oliva is always a good way to make the flower feel guilty. However, Romeo wouldn’t dare use Oliva against Rose. If he wanted to, he would have already done so. Romeo had been a good father to Oliva during the times he was around before being sent off. Now he can get to know her better. Besides, she needs to pass as the royal’s own.

      “Dante? I’m not so sure. He doesn’t tell me all things,” Perhaps he’s just afraid someone would use Rose against him and she understands that considering her relations and position. “I’d say he’s up to no good with my father.” She’s just happy that her father has people outside of the Royal Guard to hang out with. Of course, there is also her mother, but their mateship is solid as ever.       Painted lips formed a wide smile as the older demon gave her praise. A sense of pride filled the leopardess as she tilted her golden crown up, soaking in compliments in comparison with the Tesla girls. “I really did say I was trying! But yes, a date it is!” If things go well, she’ll make a mental note to be more involved with his people and make more appearances. This is what her father intended for her to do in the first place.       A fit of giggles bubbles past the kitten’s lips as Romeo teases her about the ideals of an orgy. Her free hand lightly gives his shoulder a small push. She then couldn’t help but lean away from him with hand resting upon the shoulder she had nudged. “Don’t be such a pervert. Do you think you can be such a gentleman and wait for as long as you have to~? I could place our date two years from now. That would be torture for you wouldn’t it?”

            The small flower purred loudly as the older had moved to pull her closer to him. Almost immediately does the leopardess curl up against him all tucked between his side and arm. She felt so happy in this little moment of so called “wedding” planning that she just couldn’t help but nuzzle against the male all too cat-like for her own good.       “Honestly, for someone who is very much interested in fashion, I cannot wait to see all the gaudy displays. Oh! We’ll have to find something for our little moonflower too. I’m sure Dante wouldn’t mind taking care of Oliva during the ceremony.”       Rose felt a little bad about bringing up the devil’s name, but it’s not her fault she can’t stop with anything about that man. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to not have Oliva and him there to begin with. They have to make this odd little triangle work somehow.       “Ah…I tried to do that on my own while you were away for so long. I was a bit intimidating to be honest with you, but I think I’ll be better about it now with you here. So, I would love that. I need them on my side.”       A chuff-like sound escapes the kitten’s lips then as Romeo muses about accepting such naughtiness from their guests if the festivities ever escalated to such a sin. Her rosy cheeks deepened and the small female placed her hands upon his lips to cover that cheeky grin of his.       “We don’t need an orgy, Romeo! And yes, you will have to wait! I don’t wish to ruin the surprise.” She’ll muse softly, lowering her hands from his handsome face so that Romeo may rest his brow against her own.       “I was going to say you can have control over everything else, but now I’m afraid~.” She’s referring to the high sexual energy that’ll obviously be present.

            Kaleila sighed softly as Romeo mused about the Duchess. With his given information, she still couldn’t help but feel nervous about her presentation to his people. “I suppose some of us suffer more than others when it comes to our given sins.”       The clouded leopardess smiled softly up at the taller as he reached over to lightly tap her upon her little nose. A small fit of giggles bubbles past her lips as well as a dustings of a blush decorates her cheeks. It’s nice to have his reassurance with soft coos.       “You’re right. I can’t see you in a suit jeweled out more than the aristocrats of France,” A hand rose to hide a widened smile with a few more laughs that slip past painted lips. “I know I shouldn’t be worried. I just want to be accepted.” If not, Rose knows she’ll need to change to gain it.       “A weeks worth? Now that’s starting to sound a bit like home. However, no one throws parties like those of Miss Lilith’s. They are rather lewd though…” She trailed off as crimson eyes looked away from her betrothed as if recalling events she’d rather not remember.       “I’m sure your mother will look beautiful. If we held the ceremony within the human realm, I would of honored your Japanese heritage. I’d like to believe that wedding kimonos are beautiful. It is best that I represent Mammon for our people here though. I’ll just…be me. Something subtle like you said.”       Rose leaned forward then, pressing a kiss to the warmth of a cheek of his. “I think I have something in mind already!”

            Rose had always felt a bit like the underdog when she’s here within Romeo’s own realm. Her father might have been under the late-king Janus’ wing and holds a high position of power within Lust’s walls, but they are not of royal blood. Sure, Rose might have decent amount of intricate jewelry, but nothing compared to demons that live here.       “So…displaying yourself like a peacock. I have nice things, but what if they seem too inexpensive?” The flower nipped at her lower lip as her golden crown nodded lightly as she recalls the Duchess and her gaudy outfit and accessories. For the love of Lucifer, she doesn’t want to look like that at all.       “I suppose I should ask if your mother is allowed within these halls first.” If not, maybe she doesn’t have to prove her worth in riches if their bonding ceremony takes place within the mortal realm.       “I do understand about a feast though. Festival, I mean.” What sort of festival though is the question. Should she ask?

                 ❝ Yes, ❞ he laughed. However, he realizes the Duchess of Lancôme is a poor example so the devil decides to reassure her. A faint smile appears upon his visage as he spoke tender and sweet to his beloved, ❝ My dearest of flowers, I can assure you that not everyone here is as gaudy as her. She is an extreme case of Greed and replies on old fashion techniques to show herself off. My sin is of Pride and I pride myself too much in wearing something like that. I enjoy subtly. ❞ A minor indication of where his taste lies.            Ah, his mother.  ❝ She’ll be here. Dressed in her finest of kimonos as my father would be pleased especially since it’s been some time since she’s seen her. As a reminder, mother doesn’t care for the lifestyle of those here in Greed. She is not of this circle after all. Not of this world. ❞ He leaned in and tapped the flower upon her nose before smiling.  ❝ If you wonder about the festival, it last for quite some time. A week’s worth of excitement. The demons love such because a lot of them profit from such in various ways. Plus gaining a new royal excites them. Here in Greed, they take pride in their royals with the exception of a few. My father is a good leader despite...hm, his demeanors and temper. ❞

            “What sort of traditions does Greed have for…weddings of sorts, Romeo?” // @sjofarande​

            The flush upon her cheeks deepened as he continued to muse about how beautiful he thought she is. Honestly, she never really thought of herself like that – just average. Rose won’t argue though. With the royal’s lips claiming her own, she’ll purr against his passionate kiss as eyes of red fluttered to a close. She’ll return his affection all the same, tilting her blonde crown slightly as she minds her long fangs, careful not to puncture delicate skin of his lips as she moved to catch his lower lip between her teeth. She’ll pull back, letting Romeo have his lip back with a soft smile and a light giggle that bubbles forth.       “I’ve been practicing! My Japanese isn’t very good, but I thought you’d like it,” That she put some effort into trying to impress him with his second tongue. “That would be lovely! I was about to tell you that I’d like to have your mother there. I know I’ve only met her for a short while, but she is very sweet and I think she deserves to see her son on such a joyful day.” Plus, Rose wants to be on her good side.       “Ah…I should let you get settled,” Kaleila chirped, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek once more. “Come find me in the garden when you’re done?” The blonde cants her head, smile widening as she looks up at him. She didn’t want to leave his side unless Romeo agreed.

            Rose’s heart fluttered so quickly within her chest. She thought they’d never push past just “being together” for the sake of things – never moving forward. She didn’t say yes to make her father happy or Mammon for that fact. Sure, she still wasn’t happy about being forced away from her destined lover, but Aiden would never see her. Romeo sees her though. However, she continues to run away from destiny. It made her so happy when he mused about his genuine feelings for her as she did to him. Rose just wanted to kiss the royal, hug and nuzzle against him as much as she could. Every kiss is returned all the same and especially the last, deeper and more meaningful kiss he placed upon her lips. She leans forward just as he leans back to speak, wanting more just because.      “I-it’s okay, Romeo. I understand…” Softly does the flower continue to speak, nuzzling her cheek against his own with the brightest smile. “I’d love to be that someone you wake up to every morning. I love it when you smile. You’re so handsome when you do.” Not like he isn’t! “I don’t know about the most, but let’s not make it today, okay? I want to have you all to myself for a little while as selfish as that sounds. I don’t want to worry about anything. No fuss. Just you and me.” She gave his cheek a kiss as she pressed herself closely as possible to the well toned male.       “愛しています.” She spoke in his other tongue. She had been practicing and desired to show off her clumsy Japanese. “Can we do it on the surface? In a meadow?” Honestly, she hasn’t left Greed’s palace since Romeo had left for war.

            A small and quiet chirp leaves the demoness as the taller picked her up, holding her within his arms bridal style. She’ll wrap her arms around his neck as he carries her to the bed. He’ll climb upon it with her still in his arms to only settle down upon it with Rose now settled down within his lap. She’ll curl up almost immediately. Hands now kneading at his shirt just as warmth of lips caught her own for a gentle kiss. She’ll return it all the same, feeling a little embarrassed as Romeo probably tasted the saltiness of tears.       Once kiss is broken, the nymph looks up at him. Eyes of red blinked once – twice – and thrice as she takes in what he had just asked of her. Did he just ask her to marry (for the lack of a better word in their world) him? She thought it was endearing of him that he had asked despite them already betrothed together. It felt natural instead of forced like their parents putting them together. And Rose did mean what she had said. She wanted nothing but to make the noble happy. She learned to love Romeo despite not feeling the pull of destined lovers. Romeo took care of her and even stayed with her through her mistakes.

       “Do you really mean it?” She asked, finding her voice again before she shifted within his lap, straddling him. Her hands find home upon his cheeks as she began to pepper his lips with sweet kisses, talking in between them. “Yes! Yes! I wouldn’t want anything else.” She’ll chirp, crying just a little bit more. Though this time – tears of joy.

                    Seafoam speckled with gold eyes started at the nymph, listening to the cute sounds escaping her plush lips.  A deep rumbling is heard within his chest, purring in content.  How she instantly curled against him, he leaned in to take in her sweet scent. For the first time, in a long time, he smiled genuinely. He savoured this moment truly as a warm and fuzzy feeling developed quickly.            Their original start was rough. Romeo admitted for a lack of better word, he was only following what their fathers agreed on. However, he truly learned like Rose to love her. Different than most of the pretty faces he encouraged, she was a strong demoness with a great will. Despite the trouble it caused, in the end, it was worth it. Being away from her only made his heart grow fonder for her. Like Rose, his true wish was to make her happy. He’ll be damn if he fails her again. 

            To be honest, Rose was a little reluctant to let go, but she did allow Romeo to pull her away from him. His touch is felt wiping away tears that managed to run down flushed cheeks. She’ll sniffle as well as a weak little laugh escapes her lips only because he chuckled himself. Rose tried her best to be strong. She doesn’t even recall a time she’s even let the other even see her cry before, but the reason is very justified right now.       “It’s okay. I know you had your duties to perform. I can’t stop you from going, but I got so worried, Romeo. I felt so bad because I never really got the chance to say how grateful I am and I thought I’d never get to if you never came back home.” She’ll whimper softly, blinking away a few more tears before she rubbed at a wet cheek, unsure what to do with herself.       “I’m sorry for everything I put us through and the unfairness of things. I just want to make you happy and be happy with you. I missed you so much…” She spoke quickly. A bit too quickly for her tastes and wasn’t even sure if the older demon even caught everything she said. So, she just reminds herself to take a deep breath and lets it out slowly while digits awkwardly fiddled with each other.

                    Romeo looked upon Rose for a moment, only offering her dead silence when he noticed her sadden expression. His brows furrowing slightly, troubled by the sight of the flower’s sorrow PAINED him.  The caracara would hold on to her face a bit more as he attempted to make the young demoness smiled only for a moment until she started speaking.        Her words reached him as he quietly watched overall interaction. It made his heartache grew in tenfold. Thumbs couldn’t to wipe away the tears before allowing his hand dropped when she rubbed her cheeks. For a moment, he remains still as if to process against she told him. Admit to him. Soon in a couple missions, his hand and arm rested on her back before his other arm slipped underneath her legs and he tugged her up into his hand. Romeo would carry her like the bride she was, gently and with care.  A foot kicked the door close as he carried her over to the bed before climbing into it. He pulls her into his lap.       He sighs softly before a hand reached up to cup her cheeks before he leaned in to leave a soft kiss upon her lips. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s partially my fault for not taking an initiative, Kaleila. If this is how you feel, then marry me? It would make me happy to know I can call you my wife even if we lack those feelings. I would love nothing better than to be your husband. No matter the circumstance. ” 

           And that’s what worried the flower the most! The letters that stopped coming in and just hearing news from word of mouth. She hated that! Many things were said that she couldn’t find in herself to be true. Silly, ridiculous things. She didn’t know what to believe until she saw it herself. Caught up in her pacing though, she didn’t even hear the large doors open until her name sounds by a familiar voice. The blonde perked up as she turned to see Romeo standing there. She couldn’t help herself but to basically through herself into the male’s arms, hugging him tightly as the feline nuzzled against him as if her life depended on it.       “R-Romeo!” She’ll chirp loudly, eyes shut tightly as tears threaten to fall from flushed cheeks. She should have checked him out first before she attacked him with the biggest hug he’ll probably ever receive in his life. “This isn’t a dream right? You’re really here…?”

            The flower anxiously waits for @sjofarande​ to walk through the door. She had been waiting for awhile now. She just couldn’t sit still. She paced, she cleaned their room more than once and somehow, Rose always found herself in front of the large wooden doors just waiting for him to come through. She had heard the news of his arrival hours ago and felt worried why he hadn’t stopped to see her yet. It frustrated her enough to actually desire to tear something up in hopes that would help relax her.

                 WAR. The days grew longer & longer. The letters he wrote eventually came to an abrupt halt. Rose only had the reports from the messengers of war send, explaining to Mammon what was happening on the front line.  Until the battle was won, they were all allowed to return home. The Tactician returned home with his siblings, upon reaching the place, he was assaulted by the group of nobles. In all his annoyance, he stepped away for once. Not excusing himself as he continued to move ahead, snarling at most to get out of his way until he reached the large wooden doors. 

          His hand pressed gently against the door as the man, dressed in a much lightly attire than his blood-soaked uniform.  The door would slowly open as the avian quietly wandered in, his speckled eyes caught a glimpse of Rose pacing about. He blinked a couple times before stepping inside, “Kaleila?”

             “You’d think I would want to get away from anything military related.” Rose mused beneath her breath. She grew up around it and is rather tired of such a silly thing: war. Then again, Rose’s choices were made up for her and she can do nothing but accept what has been placed in front of her. “If you don’t have any other plans for tonight, could you watch her for me? I need some rest and she keeps me up during the night,” Rose is just far too young to step away from needed napping like the older fledglings. Taking care of a baby that requires a lot of attention can be downright exhausting. “Besides, I think she misses you and it would do you some good to bond with her. People are starting to talk too. We can’t have that, dear.”       Great. Fantastic. So he is next in line? She feels like something had happened during her time within the mortal realm during Oliva’s birth and it’s been kept rather quiet amongst Mammon’s bloodlines. To be honest, Rose hasn’t really even left their room to even find out about anything. It’s their family matters to begin with and she isn’t apart of it until they’re official. Kaleila just doesn’t care at the moment. “I understand then and good. This is a rather lonely life. If Fírnen wasn’t around here and there, I’d of gone mad by now.” She jests of course with a yawn that follows suit of her words.