@prophetcy asked: Eagerness in the prince’s eyes when he sees noelle. It was routine by now , her visiting the dark world to practice her magic. It was routine to see her day by day & how he patiently taught & laughed alongside her. He wanted to try something new , he felt somewhat comfortable enough to try with her. So when he greets her , he slides her hand in his own & kneeling down to place a kiss along the back of her hand. Looking back up to her with a wide grin “are you ready to start practice ?” ^_^
Gosh, even with the reality of the situation now firmly confirmed & established in her mind, it was still so hard to describe it all as any less than a dream. Being whisked off to a fantastical world, granted amazing powers, meeting wondrous people... and, now, it was a dream she was getting to live every day. A dainty little girl running off to a castle in secret to be tutored by a magical prince...
It was like her very own fairy tale.
Sure was as therapeutic as indulging in such a fantasy, at least- every visit to that closeted-away little world and meeting with that sweet prince, she’d grown a bit more comfortable. A bit more free from that constant chill that followed her steps, what was figurative in the light made manifest in the dark. Free from the cold.
She was there to learn to control her apparently powerful magics, yes, but part of that meant steadying her own self that the magic is called from; help her poor soul out of the blizzard she’d let consume it... a gradual process, but one she was working well towards under his guiding hands.
No wonder Noelle was so happy to come this day, green eyes lighting up like gyftmas lights as they found him ready to greet her, his eagerness met with her own... such giddy readiness to return to that warmth she was beginning to adore. So quick to prance up to him, she didn’t catch the slightest hint he might have something planned. Not until her hand was already in his.
The feeling making those glimmering eyes blink, her gaze turning downward just in time to watch him kneel before her.
“M... m-my prince...?” She asked, voice quiet and tentative, brimming with surprise as her face began to redden at the display... before fully lighting up with crimson as she felt lips upon her hand.
A soft gesture. Formal, regal, intimate. A greeting fit for royalty.
Given to her by royalty.
That entrance of the Dark World hardly seemed that dark in the moment, with how her red nose glowed upon her face, it’s own light dancing upon her starry eyes, positively awestruck even as he grinned up at her... perhaps even more so because of it.
“I... I, a-ah...” Words stumble past her lips, trailing off quickly, breathlessly... had she forgotten to breath for a moment? She must have. “... I, ah... I am! Ready as ever, fahahaha!” The second attempt comes with a smile put out to meet his... the blush fading with time, but never disappearing.
