#romeave

you were laying stomach down on your bed as you swayed your feet in the air while also scrolling on your phone. your laptop open with the camera on and zane on the other line.

you hear a few shuffles from your boyfriend’s side of the call, “you okay?”

“..yeah, just finishing some homework.”

“huh! never thought you’d do homework.”

“oh hush.”

you snicker at his reply, leaving him back to do what remains of his work. few minutes pass by, you were just absentmindedly scrolling through your feed as you were slowly delving into boredom.

after a while, a video pops of up. “things we have shoved up our ass! — me? none! ..my boyfriend on the other hand..” raising an eyebrow, you continue watching the video. the boyfriend in the video starts talking about things that are most likely impossible shove it up there.

checking the comments for context, you realize it was a trend wherein you ask the other person to talk about things they’re interested in without knowing the actual video purpose.

your eyes scan from your phone screen to your laptop’s. seeing your boyfriend being so focused as he most probably wrote an essay. his mask loosely slipping down his nose in the comfort of his own room.

a mischievous grin grows onto your face as you realize the big opportunity right there. now putting on a neutral face, you decided to break the ice amidst the silence of the call.

“hey.”

“hm?”

“i’m going to mute for a moment, gimme a second.”

“…okay.”

zane gives you a judgmental look (he doesn’t mean it) before looking back down to his papers. you snicker out loud right after you click the mute button.

you film yourself with the intro portion, “things me and my boyfriend have shoved up our—“ you make a pointing upwards gesture with a cheeky grin.

“me? personally, i haven’t. ever.” you give a proud look, double clicking your screen as the camera flips. “my boyfriend though..”

you pause the video, letting out a snicker before checking the video, perfect.

you then unmute your mic, “i’m back!” zane looks up to his screen, he gives you a small awkward but trying smile. “welcome back, dork. what’s with that look?”

you playfully shrug before speaking again, your phone discreet, ready to film. “oh nothing, oh but hey, could you tell me about your pinkie cake figures?”

you see zane blink thrice on camera, his eye(s) slowly narrowing at you in suspicion due to your sudden giddiness.

“uh huh..” he trailed off before starting, “well if you say so,” he says before reaching out to grab the figures, “first one, this is the classic pinkie cake figure..”

after a good minute, you let out a laugh as he finished talking, he gives you a glare as you continued to laugh—also noticing that you laugh when you check your phone

“what are you laughing at?” he asks, his tone rather annoyed but also curious.

you let out your last laugh before panting, “oho- i’m so sorry zane, you know, i love you—“

“i love you too but what is it.”

you shake your head, a laughing look still plastered on your face. “i’m gonna pfft— send it to you!”

“wha— you know what, i’ll just check with my own eyes.”

you send the finished video to him, you knew since you hear a ding! from his audio right after you sent it. plus the fact you could hear your own voice from the video playing in the background.

…

“WHAT IS THE HELL IS THIS?! DELETE THIS!!—“

you now let out a louder laugh, clutching your stomach and most likely doing rolls on your bed. “got you!” you exclaim happily after all that laughing.

“genuinely what is this trash (name), i—“

“shhh! it’s funny, please.” you snicker, shaking your head as he rolled his eyes.

“do NOT post this, ever.”

to clarify

canonically, the black cross is the ro'meave family symbol and the general symbol of okhasis.

canonically, the symbol of the faith of lady irene is the fluer de lis. jesson sold merch its that canon

garroth:

-sharp jawline

-long nose

-icy blue eyes

-very handsome

-tall

-curly light blonde hair

-thin lips

-spitting image of garte

vylad:

-face is rounded and childlike

-a couple of dark freckles on face

-button nose

-striking dark green eyes

-his hair is curly like garroth's but it’s dark brown with a tint of red

zane:

-long face

-looks just like zianna, except for eye color

-button nose

-curly jet black hair, which he straightens

-eye color is like garroth's, but the shape of the eye is much thinner

-hella freckles

Set in Season 1 of Minecraft Diaries, at Donna and Logan's wedding

You spent your last day in Phoenix Drop at a wedding.  Donna had been such a great friend to you ever since she'd arrived in the village, and you were so glad to see her fall in love and marry.  It wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your last day, though.  You didn't want to think about weddings.  You were bring forced into an arranged marriage by your father, and you were set to leave for Metelli the next day.

You were sitting at one of the tables, looking out at everybody.  They all looked so happy.  Especially Donna and Logan.  You sighed, looking at the happily newlywed couple.  That would be you in just a few short days, minus the happiness.  You'd never even met the man you were engaged to.  Besides, your heart belonged to someone else.

Garroth.

You and Garroth had been friends for as long as you could remember.  You knew the truth about him - where he was from, what he was hiding.  You'd lived in O'Khasis during your childhood, grew up as a close friend of Garroth's, then moved to Phoenix Drop when you turned eighteen.  However, your father was a very powerful man in O'Khasis, and he told you that if you didn't go through with the marriage he would encourage hem to declare war on Phoenix Drop.

You regretted not telling Garroth how you felt about him.  Regardless of whether or not he shared your feelings, you wanted him to know that you loved him.

You saw a pair of feet stop on the ground before you, and looked up to be faced with none other than your Guard in Shining Armor.  Except, he wasn't wearing his armor.  He was dressed in a tuxedo, without his mask.  "Not going to enjoy the party?" he asked as he looked at you.  

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.  "I mean, with what's going on, I'm not in that much of a wedding mood."

He sighed.  "Right, the marriage...  Your departure tomorrow..."

You ran your hand through your (your hair color) hair.  "Tomorrow I meet the man I'm being forced to spend he rest of my life with."

He slowly shook his head.  "That isn't right.  But, you should have one last night as a single woman before leaving for Metelli."  He held out his hand to you.  "May I have this dance?"

You smiled and nodded as you stood up, taking his hand.  "Of course you can."  You let him lead you over to the dance floor, where you lost your troubles in a sea of steps, twists, and twirls.  By the time you finally stopped dancing, the sun had set.

You looked at Garroth with tears on your face.  You were going to miss him so much.  You were never going to see him again after parting ways that night.  The man you'd known your entire life, who you'd fallen so helplessly in love with.  You threw your arms around his neck in a tight hug as tears slid down your face.  

"I'll never forget you, y/n," he said as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.  He rested his chin atop your head and gently swayed you both from side to side.

"I'll never forget you either," you said quietly.

There was silence for a moment, until he spoke again.  "I know we've been dancing all night, but...  Just one more?"

You slowly pulled out of his embrace to nod your head and wipe your tears.  "Of course," you said as he took your hands.

By the time you sat down, the moon was high in the sky.  It was nearly midnight, you could tell.  You'd been there for hours.  You sat down on a bench and looked out at the water.  "I-I don't want to leave," you said, tears dribbling down your face.  "I don't want to get married to a stranger, I don't want to leave Phoenix Drop, I don't want to leave you."  You let out a quiet sob as you buried your face in your hands.

Garroth hugged you tightly before wiping your tears away with his thumbs.  "y/n, there's something I need to tell you."

Your stomach began to erupt in butterflies, but you tried to push them away.  Even if he said what you wanted him to, it wouldn't do anything.  You'd still be getting on a boat at dawn and heading to Metelli.  You'd still never see him again.  "G-Go ahead," you said quietly.

He took your face in his hands gently, holding your chin ever-so-lightly.  His cerulean eyes met your (your eye color) orbs, and a tear fell out of his own eye.  "I-I love you, y/n.  Not the kind of love we've been expressing to each other all along, but...  I-I want to be the one you're marrying.  I want to be the guy who gets to spend the rest of his life with you."

You let out a small sob and hugged him tightly.  "Garroth, that's a-all I ever wanted to hear," you cried out as you tightened your grip on him.  "I love you too, I love you so much."

"I should've said something, I should've gone to your father in O'Khasis and demanded he call off the marriage.  But I let my petty fear of being noticed get in the way, and now...  Now I'm going to lose you."

"This isn't your fault," you said as you let go of him.  You looked into his eyes again, etching the image into your mind.  It was the most beautiful sight in the world, Garroth sitting there and looking at you with nothing but love visible on his face.  

He hesitated before saying, "y-y/n, I-I...  Would you just do one last thing for me?"

You nodded your head slowly.  "Anything."

He pushed a strand of (your hair color) hair behind your ear.  "Kiss me."

You wanted to.  So badly.  "Garroth, I-I'm engaged.  And if I kiss you...  I'll do something stupid."

He gave you a pleading look.  "Just...  One kiss.  That's all I ask.  I just need it to happen once.  I just...  Need to know how your lips feel.  Please, y/n."  

You slowly moved forward, connecting your lips to his.  You moved slowly as your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

He placed one hand on your cheek, and put his other around your back to pull you closer.  It took nearly a minute for him to pull away from you, and he placed his forehead against yours as he took a deep breath.  

"That was even better than in my dreams," he whispered quietly.

A tear fell from your eye.  "Same here."

He stood up and took your hand.  "Let me stay with you tonight."

You sighed.  "Garroth...  You know we can't."

"I didn't mean for...that.  Just let me stay with you.  Let me wake up with you beside me just once."

You looked up at the sky.  "I only have a few hours."

He gently pulled you off the bench.  "So then let's get to sleep."  He put his arm around you.  "Just this one time, y/n...  Please..."

You nodded slowly, unable o form any words.  You took his hand and led him to your house, which was filled with countless, packed boxes.  You took your pajamas from their spot on your nightstand and quickly hurried into the bathroom and changed.  When you came out, Garroth was wearing just an undershirt and his dress pants.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" you asked him with a smile and a light chuckle.

He shrugged.  "I walk around in heavy armor all day.  Wearing dress pants to bed is nothing.  Besides, I don't have anything else with me, and I refuse to lose even a second with you."

You blushed as you walked over to the bed and sat down, getting under the covers.  Garroth did the same, and wrapped his arms around you.  

"Goodnight, y/n," he whispered quietly in your ear.