#serinesa

@serinesa​ sent:    you’re the prettiest queen i’ve ever seen.    [    accepting.    ]

ivory skin seeking springtide,    carnations’ efflorescence enkindled by candied regard    —    her cheeks are a thicket of blossoms,    a whisper of color on precious rock.    elsa is acutely aware of the fey pulchritude she wears like redolence,    the way it turns heads in a susurrus declaration:    see,    i am empyrean.     but there has always been a performative bashfulness for the hopefuls that perceive nothing else.        [    the land she treads is still ill - equipped for the dawning of a neo - woman,    brazen and brimming with unearthly power,    so she feeds it inchmeal,    a slow saccharine toxin,    until it is prepared for the sheer force of she.    ]    

@serinesa​ said: ' I was not aware of this visit, Your Majesty. —What is the special occasion ? '

             PRESENCE  ALWAYS  SHROUDED,  never  announced,  appearing  like  a  whisper  in  the  shadows  to  strum  a  gloved  finger  up  the  spine;  he,  cold,  creeping,  bitter  cold.  It  was  his  only  companion,  for  he  had  not  come  with  an  entourage,  leering  back  at  the  startled  royal  like  a  pair  of  eyes  from  the  gloom  of  a  deep,  dark  forest;  come  closer,  Red  Riding  Hood,  see  what  big  teeth  he  has. 

BEAMS   ;   SO  THEIR  FAILED  DAY  OUT  WAS  NOT  ENTIRELY  WITHOUT  REWARD     !    nothing quite went to plan ,  resulting in an early departure from the woods they arranged to explore ,  but perhaps through the gesture Peach still implies she enjoyed herself ,  even through their troubles .    

INEVITABILITY  FLUTTERS ,   LIKE  THE  BIRDS  CURRENTLY  MAPPING  THE  HORIZON    ;    either one of them would’ve been the first to drift off ,  sat beneath this gigantic ,  old tree   (   Thor’s favourite on Ásgarðr   ) ,  with a slight breeze tickling their faces ,  enough to ruffle and dishevel Thor’s hair .   impactful ,  without being too intrusive   ----------------   and the sunset    !    colours exploded across the canvas ,  fading only as the night begins to creep through the sky .    

they could sleep out here ,  Thor thinks ,  unsure of how Peach would react to such a decision .   he would protect her from wolves ,  from creatures that make the night their home .   and Heimdall and a thousand ,  million stars would accompany them .    their own personal army .

rests his cheek lightly against the side of her head ,  poetic in that way explorers are ,  drunk on the beauty of the world ,  the beauty of Her .

     @serinesa​​ :   Gently places a white rose on their hair.    /    unprompted.

        “  what do you think,  do i look pretty?  ”     ───  in a moment of unabashed conceit,  hands come to frame their face beneath their chin,  fingers fluttering:  a blooming lotus set pale and pure.  but its petal pink tips grow too much and the flower closes again to cover an embarrassed flush.  still,  stooped over,  vũ laughs in disbelief at such  shamelessness  before  royalty  no less.  her radiance is blinding,  a soft warm light that seeps between the seals in their fingers and they dare to look again,  a shy smile  blossoming  as a remnant.  when the rose droops,  they clasp it to admire it properly:  yet to see such a color cultivated anywhere nearby,  it’s a  WONDER.  held tight betwixt thumb and forefinger,  they’re sure to press and carry it with them as soon as they can manage.  with a light gasp in remembrance,  a free hand raises in pause while the other rummages through flowing sleeves that serve as deep pockets.

    features  soft  when  serving  the  young  lady ,   empty  cups  on  tray  with  cats  that  twirl  between  his  legs .     ❝    hello  miss   —   can  i  get  you  anything  ?    ....  maybe  some  tea  to  warm  you  up   .....  ?     ❞