❛ i don’t want to pretend anymore. i didn’t want to lie. ❜
personal opinion is swept aside ( for later ), seeks refuge at mind’s edges to make way [ for softer, urgent things ; their precise pronunciation ]. “ do i need to bring you anywhere safe ? ”task of a bodyguard or that of a lover ? or of whatever it may be called when those entwine.some event spurs this approach && its shockwaves have yet to reach one’s ears ; it has either gone over well or is a very recent development. probably the latter, if the vagueness of this rushed intent is any indication.
fingertips. his, pale to the tension in her wrist. little complaint ( within oneself ) follows a heeded urge ; little effort, little height, little pressure of full lips to the backs of her fingers.“ if you have need of me in any way, you have but to ask... ”
&& right now, the wish to focus on the less, uhh, ‘romantic’ aspects of that promise outdoes all others.dammit. it’s a comparatively short sprint to the castle’s outer walls, but one that allows for too much intervention from above unless shielded properly. nothing that cannot be done, - training on the perimeter with everything from freerunning to simple push-ups in precarious places has nurtured an intimate knowledge of the castle grounds --- but what are they up against exactly ??maybe he’s overreacting.ugh.
“ you can enlighten me any moment now. ”
[ uhh. ‘ ... your majesty ? ’ oops, lmao. ]
