a gift for @dxrtyhands / @shxdim / wherever satan currently resides~
VERSE: FT, more specifically JKV
INVOLVES: Thomas, June, mentions Ellie and Mord.
This was the first time they'd met properly, wasn't it?
Due the royal's close relationship with the Sabertooth guild, he had always known June in passing; she was a a year or two his junior, and an object of fascination for his elder sister. The two of them were quite close - Ellie was old enough to travel without their mother to visit the guild, after all, so they'd spent a lot more time in each other's company than he had.
The Prince was nervous - he always been when it came to making new friends. And it was only now that he looked upon her properly, and allowed his eyes to linger for a second or two longer than usual, that he realised she was inexplicably pretty...and that that was going to make it even harder.
Thomas would have perhaps taken in the delicate contours of her face for a little longer, too, if it had not been for the overwhelming sensation of being watched by someone else. Bright blue eyes searched the immediate vicinity before locking with those that belonged to none other than Mordred Orland, and he immediately paled. Well, it made sense that it was him. Why he looked quite so angry about Thomas' existance, though, the young boy didn't really know.
“ Tommy, aren't you going to sit down? June-chan and I are waiting! ”
“ Ah -- ! My apologies... ”
His sister's voice cut through his thoughts at just the right time, distracting from the glaring eyes that watched him; bringing him back to the reality he faced. The throne's eldest heir could be seen with that of Sabertooth, among a variety of petite chinaware and an alarming array of stuffed toys and dress-up dolls.
A tea party. If his blush hadn't already been bright, it certainly was when he finally lowered himself onto the picnic blanket beneath them.
Whilst the girls got involved with entertaining their plush and plastic guests, Thomas was happy to observe their antics, a little perplexed as to what exactly his role was in this truly strange occasion. Wasn't this meant to be calm? Relaxing? To them it was, but even the physical taxation of 'battle practice' with the country’s other earls and princes sounded less exhausting than trying to figure this business out.
Once again, though, his thought process was cut short by the present company, and he was drawn from his mind as a small hand took a hold of his. His gaze slowly trailed down to his palm where a tiny teacup had been placed, before settling his sky blue hues on the small girl that had given it to him.
“ I made you some tea, Thomas-kun! ”
The cup was, as expected, empty. But as his gaze flickered between her expectant expression, it, and the ever-intimidating eyes of her father, he felt compelled to humour her so as not to leave her feeling hurt. Slowly, he drew the tiny mug to his lips, blushing furiously as he carried the best tea-drinking impression he could muster.
“ Mmmm... ” The young boy hummed his approval of her imaginary masterpiece, and was surprised just how much it pleased him to see her little face light up...and how much he desired to see her look that way again.
Clearing his throat, and pushing aside his apprehensions over her father's overly-cautious gaze, he carefully offered the tiny cup back in her direction, a soft smile of his own forming.
“ Thank you very much, June-san. Please...would you make me some more? ”
