#glamwish

❝ ━━ I didn't mean to ! ❞ It had been a complete accident, an unfortunate move that had her become the villain of the story. Stepping on @glamwish's dress AND tearing the veil apart wasn't her intention, on the contrary, she had gotten closer to ADMIRE it ━ gaze upon the dozens of glimmering gems on the silhouette. ❝ Let me FIX it for you ! I'm not the best at sewing but I'll try my best ! ! ❞

he lounged on the couch, arms draped over the backrest, one foot tapping idly against the floor in time with the faint bassline of a half-finished track echoing through the room ⸻ he noted how busy she was, humming something, a tune he did not quite recognize but found himself leaning towards anyway. her vocals, somehow, had a magnet on them, pulling him closer. ❝ what are you workin' on? ❞ curiosity was reflected in the way he inclined his head, trying to see what was nestled in her petite hands, but soon admitting it was a loss. but her enthusiasm should have been his first clue. he let her be, settling deeper into the cushions, pretending not to watch how the light caught on the curve of her cheek or the way her digits moved so carefully, a sign that whatever she had in her care, was delicate. was precious.

minutes passed, and soon she was standing, holding up her creation with a triumphant flourish. he squinted at it, tilting his head, noting how it was a crown ( a damn flower crown ) woven with beautiful hues of blue and yellow, petals so beautious, the kind of thing he had have scoffed at if anyone else had made it. ❝ oh, no... you're not puttin' that on me. ❞ he was quick to sit up, to nearly retreat, albeit he still allowed her to place the crown on his head ( as if it were the most important thing in the world ). still, his body tense, unsure whether to make a joke or sit there and let her have her fun. ❝ you're lucky i'm feeling generous today. ❞ he grunted before he fell into silence, feeling her digits brushing his hair, so light and fleeting, making him momentarily weak. perfect. she really had a way to shut him up.

--- ↪ prompt. ( MORBID CURIOSITY. )

" yes, of course ! i can help you with whatever you'd like, miss nikki. " hikari beams, eyes brightening as she assured nikki of her cooperation. while hikari is still unsure of the context of what she needed, she was already on board. evident in the inquiries that follow, " what did you need me to do ? was it catching bugs ? picking up flowers ? getting rid of esselings ? "

" i'm still a bit new with being a stylist and all .... but i'll do my best ! "

@glamwish asked: "can you tie this for me ?" from prince eric ( sideblog at @seacharm )

She   immediately   noticed   the   slight   crookedness   of   the   crown   Prince's   tie   and   an   amused   smile   blossomed   pon   rosen   lips.   "Of   course!   You   just   have   to   hold   still,   okay?"

Then   delicate   fingers   took   care   in   untying,   readjusting   and   retying   the   cloth   around   his   neck.

unprompted ask // always accepting !! runs at sett and gives him a hug. :3 ( @glamwish )

she ran towards him, a petite form made of soft energy and uncontainable joy, causing something that stirred deep in his chest, a feeling foreign but not unwelcome. she bounded toward him and his spheres sparkled with a lightness that contrasted with everything he was accustomed to. he took even a minute to fully understand the significance of her arms outstretched, barreling toward him without hesitation. but, damn. what a bolt of sunshine she was, through the heavy clouds he did not even realize had settled over his days.

the moment she hit his chest, wrapping her limbs around his waist with an energy that would have bowled anyone else over, sett felt an unfamiliar tug at his heart. she was small compared to him, her head barely reaching his chest, and yet there was something about the way she clung to him that made him feel... protective. it was not like the way he dealt with the band, with k'sante's level-headed brilliance or ezreal's chaotic charm. it was different ⸻ something softer, something that reminded him of the rare parts of life he did not often let himself dwell on. mayhap like a little sister he never had, a fragile but fierce force of nature in her own way. the kind of person who radiated warmth and light in a world that sometimes felt too heavy for its own good.