,,,, hombre it is presently //squints
8:03 in the PM
i should be HONESTLY working on other projects atm on my plate
but my brain refuses to let go of disgusting Fantasy!AU fluff that's been CLINGING TO MY BRAIN LIKE WINE STAINS ON A WHITE T-SHIRT AND I NEED TO LET THEM RUN RAMPANT!!!!
so!!! here's the quickie sales pitch bestie;
Keigo since boyhood has always been… on the unfortunate side when it came to the more tangible leisures of life. Income is something I’m sure plenty of families struggled with, his situation being no different. To alter that, he'd been enlisted in the Royal Knight's brigade since a very, very young age as a result. He's solely devoted the time and energy to keep his kinsman safe from whatever horrors lie beyond and within the city's walls, occasionally being fed a “thank you, brave knight!” from the passing kids running the streets being kept safe to see the light of the next dawn, feeding his drive and purpose even if it were a crumb’s worth of gratitude. That was “enough” for him. To his surprise, the noble family often needs a fine swordsman who is better than Keigo, revered an exemplary star student who caught the eye of His and Her Royal Majesty's eye when searching for a personal bodyguard to secure their precious child and next heir to the throne.
Keigo of course, just sees this as an ample opportunity to just overall better his quality of life for likely a higher risk per the reward. Graciously accepting the new role and the gilded uniform to boot.
He was completely baffled that the first day on the job was simply to escort the heir through a Flower Viewing Advent they'd been looking forward to for a while now!! The castle is very, very stuffy after all and I'm sure the heir's newly appointed Knight would appreciate the fresh air as well. This heir being so, so chatty and utterly keening to get to know Keigo and asks a million and one questions whilst covertly picking some idle wildflowers to keep their hands busy. Keigo was utterly baffled that their charge was just... so... endearing? Excitable? Would it be wrong to say/think that they're adorable to some extent? Is that disrespectful to refer to your charge as cute? That revelation gave him very mild panic, an unfamiliar concept to him.
He's just so not used to being taken interested in and asked about what he likes to do, what his favorite season or flower is, or if he has a favorite meal. What memories are most cherished to him, and a lot of which either were lukewarm (at best) or unanswered responses. Keigo had his tongue caught which, was also a foreign concept, given his silver tongue paired well with his blade in tandem. Swathing through his thoughts trying to muster even a false answer proved more difficult and the poignant silence was palpable at best. However noticing that his typical, automated charming maks were slipping and those catty responses died in his throat, he felt a tussling of his hair which finally dragged him out of his messy thoughts. His hands immediately lifted to his head only to be greeted with leaves and stems braided together… “A flower crown!” Compiled of Cornflowers, Honeysuckle, and Hyacinths. “Did you know that each flower has its own meaning and language, Lord Takami?” Almost caught off guard by the gesture itself, he stammers briefly before regaining that same approachable persona of his.
“I do not, Your Eminence. I’d be honored if you enlightened me perhaps what my crown means?” A gigantic smile grew on their face, pointing to each flower in order and relaying the meanings accordingly. Cornflowers being a mild-mannered plant, speaking of gentleness. “Be gentle with me,” Honeysuckle, soft and delicate. “Devoted affection,” and finally Hyacinths, expressing a delicate fondness, “Your loveliness charms me.”
Keigo could suddenly feel the outside feeling… a little uncomfortably warm, unbeknownst to him that a pink shade was tinting his face. “Y-You flatter me, truly…” Clearing his throat and turning his bashful expression away from the heir. Nothing but those playfully coy giggles ringing in his ear.
“It suits you,” They spoke, delicately navigating a loose golden lock from his flustered face to its intended place, “I’ve seen many flower gardens both wild and domesticated, and you are the most beautiful among this garden, Lord Takami.” A noticeable ‘Ba-dup’ resounds beneath the family crest… ironically set over his heart on his uniform. Oh dear… that hammering in his ribcage is going to be a problem, now isn’t it?
Fin.
THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY SALES PITCH IM GOING TO SCREAM LIKE A USELESS HOPELESS ROMANTIC INTO A CORNER KAY BYEEEE 🖤🖤🖤 (P.S: I am not a professional Florist so my flower language could be abhorrently incorrect, I just ripped that from the local farmer's almanac I had on hand lmfao)
- Krow Anon ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
KROW IF YOU DON'T WRITE THIS FIC RIGHT NOW
