#princessxsu

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Hunched over the table where he'd carved out a little headquarters for himself and his operational detachment, Iroh smirked a bit at feeling King Zhu's daughter's lips on his cheek; perhaps he could finish his pessimistic report to the army's regional commander with the motivation.  "Thank you, your Royal Highness," he answered, teasing a little with the official style of youthful princess.

Finally fed up with the sounds coming from the garden echoing in his accursedly sharp ears, Iroh slapped his report down on the table and stepped outside to investigate, finding King Zhu Di's youngest daughter plucking fruit out of the tree.  "What are you doing?" he whispered as loudly as he could, not wanting to wake any one.

Quasimodo is almost certain that he's never seen a face like this lady's in all of Paris, in all his years of watching. She's beautiful - and he, as always, has no clue of what to say.

"I -- um --"

Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Brooklyn warily eyed the rambunctious yellow-clothed girl in front of him. China was an entirely new experience for him. One that despite the initial misgivings was a little fun…if fighting Huns could be called fun.

            [ ≛ ] "Whoa, whoa whoa!"

            Ted fell backwards, arms flailing slightly,             before he manged to catch his balance,             and looked up at whoever he had bumped             into.