#judasbeth

I forgot to post these here lmao

Being Coronabeth and full on head over heels about the pretty girl from the Second House who looks so small yet dashing in her Cadet Dress Uniform. Her perfect posture, and doing her best impression of an Officer of the Cohort. Her dark hair pulled back in severe - nigh on perfect military regulation - bun, that only serves to sharpen her features and make her all the more handsome.

Impeccable manners  - never remiss to offer the Princess the crook of her elbow when they follow the precession to the seating arrangement. Always so formal in the way she speaks, and Coronabeth wonders what it will take to make Judith break, even the tiniest up tick of a smile?  She might not be able to crumble that impressive resolve, but she catches the way that dark eyes sparkle like the home of Dominicus when they meet the boldness of lilac over the vast distance that surely one day won't be between them, before they are shyly veiled by sweeping lashes.

She finds the furtive glances titillating. Almost making a game if it, trying to see if she can catch Jody - as she has affectionately come to think of her - sneaking a peek as if she is something taboo. The oh so enticing wetting of lips, or the catching of flesh between bright white teeth; lips drained of colour under the pressured onslaught of keeping everything concealed.

Coronabeth believes, Judith is fit to bursting.

The Momentary shock, of being seen swiftly followed by - what can only be described as - flustered;  it is not at all buffoonish, but all so rather sweet and delicious.    

Oh so enticing. Nay, invigorating, even, to be the cause of such a reaction. The Object of such affections.