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A lot has changed about Blaire since the last time I’ve been here. She’s had a complete and total overhaul and is a multifandom OC rather than just RWBY. Her RWBY verse still exists, but that’s changed quite a bit. I’ll be slowly editing this with the updated info and I’ll post when it’s done. Old verse is still available but it’s not her primary one anymore
I’m still alive
myriod:
“ oh, true. you might need those. “
she giggled a little, pushing open the door to the secret passage once they got to the end of it. the princess poked her head out to see if anyone was around, and once she determined the coast was clear- she stepped out and held the door for blaire.
“ i might have to add some strawberries to our order. i’ve heard they’re doing very well this year and nothing makes the farmers happier than their product being enjoyed. might ask for them to be candied too, since that’s relatively quick to do. “
romilly gestured for blaire to lead the way to her room as she babbled about.
Blaire took the lead, tilting her neck back a bit to listen to Romilly as she talked about the strawberries. “Those sound delightful. And we can build a pillow fort, too. Just like when we were kids. You do still understand the complexities of pillow fort engineering, right?” she said with a giggle.
myriod:
romilly snorted a little as blaire laughed, following it by a polite curtsy.
“ thank you, my knight. “
she returned the sly grin and started back down the secret passage, pausing a second to wait for blaire to be by her side. one of her hands gathered the skirt of her dress a bit, just to get it out of the way of her feet. she was ready to get the hefty thing off and get into some pajamas, and just that simple thought caused a smile to cross her features. then the thought of having a sleepover with blaire made the smile grow even more, in a sheepish manner at that.
“ what snacks should we have our kitchen friends make? i remember smelling janey’s finger cakes being baked when i was sneaking around to get to the sparring room. maybe there’s some of those left over. “
“Oh I always loved those finger cakes. We could have them send up some of that,” she said, almost salivating at the thought of those cakes. “We should probably swing by my room so I can grab some pajamas on the way to your room.”
myriod:
a soft chuckle left the royal and she nodded, remembering their childhood with all its endeavors.
“ yes, however i would like to not have my hair in a rats nest again. please tell me you’ve gotten better when it comes to doing hair. “
she teased, adding the last white jasmine to the flower crown she made quick work of. it was no surprise to her that she finished it so fast- given she made them quite often for her parents, the servants, her friends, and for the kids in the kingdom. romilly leaned over to blaire and gently placed it on her head, grinning, almost swooning, at the sight.
“ alright, dear knight, i wish to be escorted to my bedroom now. “
the sun had finally hidden itself behind the horizon and lights were starting to turn on around the castle grounds. romilly stood from her bench and grabbed her crown from where she was sitting on the floor earlier, and then patiently waited by the door for the other woman.
Blaire wasn’t expecting the flower crown to be for her, so she accepted it with a slight blush on her face. “I’m a bit better. I’ve learned how to do a nice french braid at least. It’s the only thing to come out of France that didn’t give me indigestion,” she said with a laugh.
She joined Romilly on her way out, opening the door for the princess. “After you, your highness,” punctuating the last bit of formality with a sly grin. With as casual as their relationship was, she did those formalities more for the hell of it instead of out of actually necessity.
myriod:
a thankful smile spread on the princess’s face and she pulled back a bit to smile at her knight.
“ well i’m going to stand for a moment because, quite frankly, my old, war ridden bones hurt from sitting on the ground. “
romilly joked, using a nearby bench to help her up and gesturing for blaire to stay put. dusting off her dress a bit, she wandered around her flowers. she picked up the watering can and watered a few of them she hadn’t finished watering earlier in the day, and picked a few flowers that were ready to harvest. only specific ones though, as she was devising a plan for her knight.
with a couple strands of arborvitae flowers, white jasmine, blue salvia, and violets in hand she sat on a bench close to blaire. she laid the flowers together and started working on braiding them together in a circle. the sun setting was starting to turn their environment a golden color and the last bit of sunlight that shined reflected beautifully off romilly’s dark purple hair, and brightened the colors of her eyes. again, she looked like a painting- she had a habit of doing that.
“ i say in a little bit we get some snacks delivered to my room and hide away in my room for the rest of the night. we could read, or talk, or whatever. i don’t really feel like having dinner with my parents and advisors tonight. “
she mumbled, picking up the small violets and tucking them in the smaller gaps between the other flowers.
Blaire couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her words. “If your bones are old, then mine must be ancient.” She watched Romilly gather the flowers. She was no expert on flowers, so she had no idea what was what, but they were all beautiful nonetheless. “That sounds like a great idea. A sleepover just like when we were little kids.”
myriod:
romilly looked up at blaire, her apathetic expression shifting to a more neutral or relaxed one. she knew she’d always be able to count on blaire when it came to being the voice that said the words she wanted to hear. though she would admit the last statements made her nervous, given the many promises her and jens made to each other about always having each others backs. the sun was starting to set at this point and there was a slight breeze, but the princess didn’t know if the chill that made her shiver slightly was due to the shift in temperature or her knight’s words.
“ thank you for those words, however fate doesn’t let you choose when you’ll be here or elsewhere. “
one of her hands lifted up and she tucked some hair behind blaire’s ear and brushed her thumb against the other’s cheek.
“ but i will fight fate, and you will stay right by my side until one of us is six feet under. “
her hand moved back and the other limb of hers wrapped around blaire’s neck, hugging her snuggly and rocking a little.
“ ..i’m so glad you’re back, blaire. “
“Well hopefully that day is a long way away,” Blaire said, gently nudging Romilly and nuzzling her cheek against the top of her head. “It’s good to be back. It really is. I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be that sitting here with you right now.”
myriod:
she had a thankful look on her face for blaire’s words, but there was an apathetic glint in her brown and green eyes. at this point she was numb to the condolences, for awhile she hoped all the wishing and manifesting of her best friend would bring him back but it never happened. all the well wishes she received in hopes of an easy mourning were washed way down the drain, and she was faced with the fact that she wouldn’t get the piece of her heart he claimed back. romilly’s eyes drifted back down to the details on blaire’s arm and she brushed her thumb across her skin once more.
“ i still don’t know what i am going through. “
the girl said softly, feeling a tinge of heartache in her chest as she admitted something she didn’t want to even admit to herself.
“ i don’t wish for advice, either. whenever i confide in someone about this issue they always seem to want to say something and i just want them to listen. if i want advice, i’ll ask for it. sometimes i just wanna talk about what i’m feeling but people seem to just want to make themselves feel better in my honor. its stupid. “
the princess could feel a bit of anger raise the hairs on the back of her neck as she mumbled. there was more that she was dealing with than what was on the surface when it came to jens’ death. she still dealt with pitying glances and check ins- it made it hard for her to heal when people were constantly reminding her of the darkness she felt from the loss.
Blaire shook her head. “I won’t offer any advice. I know the best thing to do is to let people find their own path through grief unless asked for help,” she said, knowing all to well what the pain of loss felt like. Nothing could fill the void of the person who isn’t there anymore, no matter how hard you fight, how much you push it back.
“I’ll always be here to listen. I’m not going anywhere.”
myriod:
“ he was.. is.. very special to me. “
she mumbled, placing a hand on blaire’s arm to reassure her she was okay. romilly reached up to grab her crown off her head and set it down beside her, then messed with her hair as she thought of a way to talk about jens without getting emotional. the girl leaned her head back against blaire’s shoulder, more comfortable now that the hunk of metal and jewels was off her head, and let her eyes wander down to trace any little scars and lines that were on blaire’s arm.
“ u-uh.. the war that happened about two years ago that was against the neighboring kingdom to the east. we were there, side by side and back to back as usual. we had just won and were congratulating our comrades and eventually each other. however, fate had other plans and as i turned to give him a hug- he had an axe in his neck. “
the princess swallowed hard, trying her best not to blink because the other thing that appeared behind her eyelids was the image that would forever be burned into her mind.
“ i can’t really remember what happened after. i felt myself scream and try to catch him, i remember being pulled away from him right after he died. i remember being driven back to the castle by the general and snuck back in, and i remember servants cleaning me up while they cried for jens and for me as at that point i had apparently run out of tears. i mainly just remember flashes of what happened, like my brain doesn’t want me to face this thing i’ve went through and i don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.
her brows were stitched together almost in frustration but mainly in a confused manner. she finally looked up at blaire after her expression softened, a mix of worry and shame and oddly enough bravery glinted in her eyes.
“ our ex-lead advisor had hired a bounty hunter to kill him in order to put me out of commission so he could cease my crown without me fulfilling my duties. i am ashamed to admit that he was almost successful- had it not been for the fact i found out about his secret and many other things about him personally, i would not be sitting here with you. “
“That’s terrible...awful...I’m so sorry that you had to go through that,” she said softly, stroking the skin of Romilly’s arm gently. “I don’t even know what to say...but I’m so glad you made it out of there...I just...I can’t even imagine what you were going through.”
myriod:
the princess let out a soft sigh, still feeling a bit of the pain in her heart from losing her soul friend. she knew she’d never be able to get over watching him die right in front of her, that’s not something someone gets over, and she only thinks of the positive as much as she can. like their moments of laughter and moments where they were there for the other when needed, to give a hug or just be there. they grew up doing that, like it was instinct for them.
“ jens. “
she said quietly, resting her head against blaire’s shoulder as she still looked over the edge of the balcony at the boy.
“ while you were away he came to live in the caslte. kind of your stand in, being my plus one to everything and practicing being a guard. however since we were kids we didn’t really care about those responsibilities till we got older, and as we grew up together it was very evident that we were twin flames. he helped me sneak out to fight in battles and such, then snuck me back into the castle without so much as a peep. he was almost a mentor to me, even though we were just a few months different in age. “
romilly still seemed so small as she gently talked about her friend- a slight hint of pain towards the end of her words. she wanted to go on but didn’t want to unless blaire was curious, as she wasn’t one to talk about her troubles because she knew no one was her therapist. given that the woman was her knight, she had plenty on her plate to deal with and she didn’t want to add to it. her hands drifted to fiddle with a string of decorative beads that hung from the waist of her dress, trying to keep her nervous hands busy as she waited for blaire’s response.
Blaire hugged Romilly closer instinctively as she told her about the boy. From what she was saying, Blaire could tell something bad happened. Statues like that are not typically built for the living. “Did...something happen? He seems like he was very special to you...” She wanted to comfort her, to take away any pain that the other could still be holding.
myriod:
“ thank you. “
she said simply, keeping her head rested on her arm and scanning her eyes over the view. somehow she avoided it for a few minutes but her eyes eventually landed on the statue that was specifically faced towards the garden balcony. a statue of a young man that captured only a sprinkle of how bright his smile was. the princess kept quiet for a few moments, thinking of the boy and how much blaire had missed while she was away. it was only a year and a half ago romilly experienced her first real loss, and words could not suffice her hope for never having to feel that again.
“ ..i haven’t told you about him, have i? “
the royal asked, glancing for a second at her knight then back at the statue. her knees instinctively pulled closer- making her look like a child in her poofy dress rather than, what most would call her, a princess warrior.
Blaire raised an eyebrow as she leaned against Romilly, holding her close. “No, I don’t think you have,” she said as she looked up and down the statue. Blaire noted his chiseled features, captured in eternity in this simple memorial. “Who is that?”
myriod:
her eyes wandered in thought, eventually they landed on some floral fabric and an idea popped in her head. she bounced up and down slightly in excitement before stopping for a second to turn to the servants, bow a bit in thanks, and then nod to blaire as she shuffled out of the room. once they were both out of the tailor shop the princess looped her arm around her knight’s and tugged her along, quickly, down a hall. eventually she stopped for a moment to nudge open a secret passage, and she yanked blaire in there only to run down the hall giggling. eventually they came to a door and romilly poked her head out, looking around to make sure no one else was around. once it was decided it was clear, she opened the door to reveal a balcony garden.
“ i-i forget if i’ve ev-ver showed y-you this place. its impo-possible to get to unl-less yo-you know about that secr-ret passage. i-i’ve done all this myself! it’s m-my favorite pla-ace to hide, aside from the s-sparing ar-rena. “
she sat herself on the ground near the edge of the balcony, resting her chin in her arms that propped themselves on the ledge. there was a soft breeze that moved her long hair slightly and the sun made her grown shine and sparkle in the most beautiful of ways- she looked like a painting, just content as ever sitting around flowers and her knight.
Blaire had no choice but to follow her Princess, being yanked by the arm in every direction as Romilly led her to their destination. She didn’t know exactly where they were going, but she knew she’d find out eventually. When they finally arrived, and she laid her eyes on the balcony garden, her breath was taken. “This place is beautiful,” she said, taking in the sight for herself.
myriod:
romilly grinned in a goofy fashion and nodded towards the green fabric.
“ green i-it is, then. “
with that, the servants went to work- all working like a machine to measure every bit of the princess and occasionally asked her if she had any requests for different spots of her dress. she went with her usual preference- a poofy skirt with a slight train, drapey sleeves, however she did change the neckline to fitting around her shoulder rather than just being a normal looking neck hole. the climate around the kingdom was warm even in the winter, so she didn’t necessarily have to be afraid of being cold. romilly requested there be a hint of gold lace and a few red gems, she didn’t much care how the designers went about it and she knew they’d have fun. it didn’t take long for the measurements to be jotted down and the design to be sketched, and soon enough the girl had her dress back on and was stood before her knight.
“ so, i-i’m free fo-or the rest of the d-day. ha-ave any ideas f-for what we c-could do? “
Blaire watched in amusement as Romilly worked with them. She seemed to have so much fun with princess-y things like that, being measured for gowns, picking out colors. Blaire thought it was precious. When the princess was finished and returned to her, she stood back up from her seat and crossed her arms.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’m up for anything you would want to do.”
myriod:
“ y-you wear whatever-er you want. princess’s o-orders. “
she stated sternly, ignoring her internal squealing from blaire’s acceptance. soon they were walking down some stairs and down another hall, and romilly occasionally waved and smiled and made quick small talk with some servants. the girl made it a point to always talk to the castle’s workers, making sure they were okay and being treated fairly. every single time, except some occasional grumblers, the servants were glad to see the princess and happily responded to her little chit chats. eventually the knight and princess made it to the room where royal clothing was made- fabrics and jewels decorated the walls and shelves. some mannequins showed off outfits that were in progress and finished articles, and soon enough some servants popped their heads out of their work and grinned at the princess’s presence. romilly stood on the little circle platform, letting the workers go about taking her current dress off and putting a thin gown on her- just to make it easier for measurements.
“ wh-what do you thi-ink, bl-laire? what color sh-should i-i go with? “
two servants held up some color swatches, showing all the usual yule colors and some others. she giggled a little towards her servants who chuckled back, knowing that romilly always loved the choices they provided.
“ i’m quite p-partial t-to the green, bu-ut i als-so love them all. “
Blaire rested her hand on her chin, her eyes coming over each one of the dresses. She paid attention to the smallest details of each, thinking about which one would compliment Romilly the most. “Oh they’re all amazing. Green really did always look good on you.”
myriod:
“ you a-are my kn-knight after all. gotta prot-tect me fr-rom boredom. “
she teased, leading the way out of the sparring room and towards the secret passage where she had previously changed.
“ give m-me a-a second to cha-ange, “
the princess said to the other, lightly brushing her hand down her arm before slipping into the secret passage. it didn’t take her long to slip out of her sparring outfit and back into her dress and crown- her dress is long enough to cover her feet, so her feet were bare as per usual. a second later she was by blaire’s side again and strolling down the hall.
“ thi-is ball is one where ou-our people c-come to the castle and ha-ave a-a festival. it happens ev-very year and i-it’s like a second bir-rthday, it’s so exci-iting. “
a smile spread on romilly’s features and she fiddled with a gem on her dress in giddiness. an idea drifted into her mind and the smile sunk for a moment and her ears were red again at the blink of an idea.
“ …i-i’m sure the si-ight of this wou-would get some looks, but when ha-ave i cared what other-ers have to say. s-so.. is it oka-ay if i-i save you a dance? “
Blaire wasn’t much one to care about what others thought about her or her presence around Romilly. None of that petty drama ever mattered to her. As she walked with Romilly, Blaire thought of how fun the ball was going to be, just spending time with her and having a good time. “I accept the dance offer. I’ll have to find something appropriate to wear. I doubt they’d let me through in my usual clothing.”
myriod:
romilly still wore her worried frown as blaire explained herself, and eventually her eyes softened. her ears still stayed red and slowly it spread to her cheeks, processing what the other said at her own pace and soon she sat up to sit with her legs crossed and both hands wrapped around blaire’s.
“ i-i thi-ink what you feel i-is ins-side me too. “
her eyes averted to look at her hands holding blaire’s, and the frown stayed on her face as she tried to decide what to say. the hand she laid on top of her knight’s lifted a little, just to trace a finger around her knuckles and fingers to hopefully calm herself a bit.
“ i don’t un-nders-stand it yet, i’ve r-read about it i thi-ink and i’ve listened to other-er’s experi-ience-es with it. “
she’s quiet for a few moments and eventually she lifts her head to look at the clock on the wall, checking the time before rolling her head over to look at blaire- the expression in her eyes still soft and worried.
“ i don’t re-really w-want to practice anymo-more, a-and i have a-a dr-ress fitting soon for a b-ball that’s h-happening later in the we-week. wouldn’t be ba-ad to start it s-soon. “
at the end of her words she slowly stands, holding onto blaire’s hand to help her up.
“ wi-will you come with m-me? “
Blaire sat up and faced Romilly, looking down at hers and Romilly’s hands and watching the other trace her knuckles. “Yeah I think we’ve had enough practice for one day,” Blaire said.
It was, however, the last part that that caught her off guard. “Oh? I’d love to...absolutely yes.”
myriod:
her ears started to burn and blush when the other touched her, feeling the beginnings of fluster bubbling up until she started speaking. another frown planted itself on the princess’s face and she tilted her head a little.
“ did y-you allow yours-self to be open, i-in a-away? th-the only reason s-something would be hol-llow would b-be because s-something is block-king it fr-rom being filled. “
her tone was soft but stern as a bit of worry settled in her gut. they weren’t even teenagers when blaire went off to train and, while she could say she felt the same that the other did if she could muster the courage, romilly had no idea what she felt at the time, she didn’t have the processing skills to determine what she felt. so, the fact that blaire felt the way she has all those years and presently feels, it confused the royal.
“ i-i don’t wa-ant to discre-edit how you feel, but i-i wasn’t blo-ocking you from hav-ving any s-sort of relationship was i? bl-laire you do mean a l-lot to me, but i don’t wa-ant to be the only per-erson who m-means a lot to you. “
Blaire gently squeezed her hand, shaking her head a little. “No no, don’t think of it like that. Of course I have other people in my life. And out of all those people, I want to be around you the most. I made friends, my old trainer and I still exchange letters, but the connection I feel with you...it’s different. More than those connections with them. I don’t know how to explain it,” she said, giving a slight pause. “Ever since we were kids I’ve felt this.”