#perceptivemaiden

[noblebrit-blog]

      “Princess-- Are you occupied?” A gentle knock upon the wooden door, gloved hand gripping the handle to open it. There in all her glory was the Princess of their quaint kingdom. Vanessa. Next in line to the Queen, since their King has died long before her parents were able to have any siblings for the young royalty. The age difference was not by much. She was about seventeen and he was nineteen, been with them since birth, aiding the family. And he had the privilege of being assigned to her, his best friend and boss(in a way). 

      “Princess Vanessa, they are expecting you to be ready in a hour. Will you be?”

[toughram-blog]

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               “excuse me? i don’t really know the area around here that well. mind helping me find this one place?”

[passionatestinger]

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32.) My muse must mercy-kill yours.

         A fight had left the two females at a disadvantage. The tiny scorpion would not stand by and watch a fellow zodiac be attacked by another. Long nails had easily defended them, but perhaps she was too late. With each passing second, the virgin laid upon the floor, almost lifeless. What could she do? Her powers were not one of health, of light. There could be nothing done in her part... until the other suggested something she, and her alone, could do.

        “Vanessa--- No... You’ll be fine. I’ll call Theodore or Cameron.” Stopped in her tracks, the other female insisted that at this point, no amount of anything could save her. “I can’t--”

        Nails seemingly refused to outstretch. Her body physically telling her what a terrible idea this all was. If she did do nothing, she could suffer for much longer-- Serah knew that suffering as if it was a second skin. Eventually, the dead cells would grow, but with much hesitation on the scorpion’s part. Tears would sting her eyes, some even escaping to roll down her cheeks. “I’m sorry-- I’m so sorry.”

[noblebrit-blog]

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💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

     Vanessa had been at his place for awhile. A sense of comfort. It was something he lacked from his life. To have her to return home to left him giddy. Either way, he gave her his bed for the extent of her stay, while he took the guest bedroom which was a smaller bed. She deserved that royalty-like slumber. So if he must take the smaller room and bed, he had no grievances. 

    Curled up in order to sleep, he adjusted many times until finding that perfect spot. But it was soon broken with a little push from the other side, as if something was joining him. It could’ve been his cat, yet it felt slightly heavier than that notion. Turning to glance over at his right side, his eyes would widen from the sight. Surely he was dreaming. There was no way this could possibly be happening.

    Moving completely to look straight at her, he’d notice she was not paying much mind to it. As if sleep walking. He couldn’t make her leave-- but he couldn’t just let them sleep in the same bed together. That was surely sinful. What if she woke up and feared for her life? As if he dragged her there to do unthinkable things? A soft sigh left through thin lips, long appendages taking hold of his Princess with ease. Tiptoeing along his hardwood floors, he’d head towards his original bedroom. Gently placing her on the obvious side she was sleeping at before, he’d sit by her side. Waiting. He would have to leave, but he didn’t want to. His desire was to lay by her side and hold her. How foolish. Maybe another time. For now he’d return to his own slumber...

[noblebrit-blog]

Leaning in, the girl looked up to Theo before leaning up, pressing lips softly to his cheek; smiling up at him before one hand caresses his other cheek, lightly. " Happy birthday, Theo. "

      “Princess--” He was struck in the chest, a heavy weight, causing his breathing to decline. Perhaps this was the best birthday gift to ever be given. Something to be cherished. Was it too cheesy if he didn’t want to wash his cheek? Very silly. “My deepest gratitude, Princess.”

[noblebrit-blog]

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107. ❝I would have died for you!❞

         It was not fair. It was just not fair. How could she ever let herself get hurt for him? He was not that special. But she was. She was the sun. A bright being, especially from her smile which captivated his heart with a single glance. So why was it that she sacrificed herself for the sake of himself? He could’ve taken it, but here she was, struggling to even open her eyes. 

        Digits would brush back her slightly charred tresses. Each caress being more and more gentle to not hurt the burns. It was his mistake. His fault. He should’ve realized the oil was dripping over the side of the pot, eventually causing a fire hazard. Yet she noticed and took initiative on the matter. 

        “I would have died for you... It would’ve been much easier than this.” If he would perish, he would not have to see the woman whom he loved lying in such pain. If he could take her place, he’d do it in a heartbeat. “Please rest, Princess...”

[noblebrit-blog]

      It was a sunny day. No clouds. Merely a light breeze that would not only shake his hair, but as well as the female’s tresses. Thus he’d look down at her, brushing it out of her face to let her see clearly. It was not a peaceful walk in the park, literally, for it was a nerve crushing moment. A time to lay all cards upon the table. And surely she realized how frightened he truly was.

      “Vane-- Princess... I must discuss a matter with you.” Hands began to grip onto his pant’s fabric, causing creases to form. Nails would follow the design to dig into his own flesh from embarrassment. He was not ready for this moment. 

[turfaholic-blog]

          he had to admit, the fact that his favorite coffee shop in town was getting much more popular these days irked him a little bit, because it meant longer lines and more people staying in the small space that it offered to its customers. that day in particular, it bothered him that there were no more free tables left for him to occupy. there were empty chairs but they were only for the spots where people didn't make use of the maximum capacity. with hot coffee and croissant in hand, he spied a seat right across a girl who didn't seem like she was with anyone else. seeing this as an opportunity, terrence snaked his way through patrons to get there. he spoke, trying to get the young lady's attention to ask permission for him to join her. 

          ❛ excuse me, i'd hate to be a bother, but can i join you? the place is packed, and there aren't any other available tables. ❜