Coronabeth vs. The World’s Most Clueless Dyke
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Coronabeth vs. The World’s Most Clueless Dyke
Its all so messy and deliciously complicated. In order to be free to pursue their hearts desire, Corona must first ensure the freedom of all the Empire for the ''greater good'', whilst running the risk of losing it all, including the one she loves. Judith must be willing to be a Traitor to her house, shirk her sworn duty, and watching/aid in the downfall of the Empire, and forgive Corona her treason. Corona is right there, she's all in..... Judith has yet to take the first step. (We talk about Harrow moving time and space for Gideon. But we never talk about Corona willing to burn an Empire.)
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I forgot to post these here lmao
(It was like 2 am and It was brainrot time)
absolutely fucking raw
Coronabeth sending a bouquet of purple and red flowers to Judith wherever Judith were meant the whole Cohort and the whole Third must have known of her intentions towards Judith. Everyone BUT Judith knew !
Harrow 🤝 Judith : useless lesbians in space. The Locked Tomb Journey.
AYU SPOILERS. .. Imagine.
Being Coronabeth and full on head over heels about the pretty girl from the Second House who looks so small yet dashing in her Cadet Dress Uniform. Her perfect posture, and doing her best impression of an Officer of the Cohort. Her dark hair pulled back in severe - nigh on perfect military regulation - bun, that only serves to sharpen her features and make her all the more handsome.
Impeccable manners - never remiss to offer the Princess the crook of her elbow when they follow the precession to the seating arrangement. Always so formal in the way she speaks, and Coronabeth wonders what it will take to make Judith break, even the tiniest up tick of a smile? She might not be able to crumble that impressive resolve, but she catches the way that dark eyes sparkle like the home of Dominicus when they meet the boldness of lilac over the vast distance that surely one day won't be between them, before they are shyly veiled by sweeping lashes.
She finds the furtive glances titillating. Almost making a game if it, trying to see if she can catch Jody - as she has affectionately come to think of her - sneaking a peek as if she is something taboo. The oh so enticing wetting of lips, or the catching of flesh between bright white teeth; lips drained of colour under the pressured onslaught of keeping everything concealed.
Coronabeth believes, Judith is fit to bursting.
The Momentary shock, of being seen swiftly followed by - what can only be described as - flustered; it is not at all buffoonish, but all so rather sweet and delicious.
Oh so enticing. Nay, invigorating, even, to be the cause of such a reaction. The Object of such affections.
Judith will no doubt follow in her father's footsteps to the Admiralty and she, a royal. Who knows what the future holds?
i see everyone is talking about corona/judith so i figured i should contribute this small doodle i did awhile back 👀