there's no guarantee he's home , and her being here is a risk in of itself. but, for once, nina's putting herself on the line. an arguably more dangerous line than what business transactions involve. to admit fear and to further admit the need of his comfort is uncharted territory, a long forgotten need.

when the door does open , nina's shoulders tense , lips parting to say something clever. something that's herself to briefly distract from how unlike her this all is. she fails.

“ If I draw a little heart on your helmet, does that count as a Valentine? Signed with love, from Roy? Maybe I'll even make it thematic and add a little arrow going through it. ”

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder ( nami )

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Dark lashes softly flutter open as the familiar steps of a certain pair of gladiator sandals begins to walk over. Golden eyes turn to look over at the witch that has become their Navigator. Slowly a thick pinkie digs and twists through an ear making the golden jewelry upon his earrings chime back and forth softly as they clatter together. He doesn’t speak, allowing her time to adjust to what she needs to do as he seems to be amused by her sitting down next to him while the crew celebrates in their own way. Two amber hues watch her until he can’t, her leaving his comfortable preferable vision until he feels her head rest upon his shoulder.

He allows the pause before he speaks, keeping it a comfortable silence before he decides to speak.

The moment his visage came into view as he opened the door to his cottage, the frantic princess called out as she looked up to him with intent concern. “Tanaka!” It was raining out, and her pristine blonde fringe fell messily about her face; she held her delicate hands to her chest, cupping something small against her body. “I-I am sorry to show up so unannounced, but,” she gave a frantic exhale, “I was on my way back from the beach when it started to rain, and I heard a strange noise, and when I found the source of it, I…”

She trailed off amidst her panic, unsure of how to properly explain herself in the moment. Instead, she held out her hands, revealing a small, tropical bird, brightly colored and no older than a fledgling. It didn't struggle at all, much less make a sound now. It looked weak.

THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS } accepting

    Sonia’s cheeks flushed at Gundham’s compliment. The first time she decided to dabble in gothic fashion. No longer chained to her title – what was the harm in exploring oneself? The smile on her face was so wide it hurt. “You truly believe so?” She did a small spin to show off the whole outfit. The epitome of the Dark Queen title he bestowed upon her. “Shall we go for a walk my Dark Lord?”