who holds the umbrella when it rains Graham holds it, of course. He insists on being a gentleman.
who is the grumpiest in the morning Emma is. She’s useless without her coffee. And Graham is infuriatingly bright eyed and bushy tailed in the early hours.
who worries more when the other is sick/hurt I think Emma worries more, simply because she’s so used to losing people that there’s always this little fear in the back of her mind that this wound, this sickness, might be the one that takes him away from her.
who plays pranks on the other Emma and Henry love to play pranks on Graham, but Graham and Henry do it right back at Emma. In the end, it’s really Henry who’s the ring leader when it comes to any pranks.
who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa Graham. Sometimes Emma suggests it after a long hard day at work, but she’s not generally a cuddler. She’s not used to it. Graham, on the other hand, loves to cuddle on the couch. It reminds him of growing up with the wolves, sleeping in the crook of their bellies at night for warmth.
who insists on creating nicknames for the other Emma makes up nicknames for Graham. He doesn’t, but he finds the ones she comes up with rather amusing.
who drools on the other when they’re asleep Emma drools a little bit. She also sprawls out across the bed and nearly pushes him off in her sleep, but he just smiles and wraps himself around her instead, or - on particularly pushy nights - he simply gets up and sleeps on the couch so she can relax. He doesn’t have it in him to wake her up and make her move over again.
who says ‘I love you’ first Graham does. Emma’s still not used to being vocal about her emotions, and he whispers it to her one day early in the morning as he kisses her awake. She doesn’t say it back, but she smiles and presses her lips against his softly, snuggling closer into him. She finds the courage to say it a week later, late at night.
for my dear heather, for that 413 follower special thingy i was doing and forgot to tag. whoops. but she texted in Gamfef, so gamfef i shall give her. :D
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
This is the story of how Her Imperial Serenity fell for a wandering minstrel.
Once upon a time, there was a precious princess, beloved of her people, and one day she would be called Her Serene Grace. But before that, she was Princess Feferi, jewel of her kingdom and her family. She lived in a coral tower in a kingdom by the sea, and had her heart's desires granted without a second thought. She dressed in purple silk and ate her supper with a mother-of-pearl spoon.
One day, before she discovered the sea, she found a strange lanky boy in her playroom. He was tall and bony, with hair like the knotted curls of raw wool she sometimes saw the royal weavers spinning into yarn. She took his hand and together they played for hours as she showed him the secrets of her palace. His name was Gamzee and he spoke with a winding drawl and she decided she loved him very much.
They were discovered in a cabinet in the kitchens sharing a raspberry tart. Gamzee was escorted from the kitchen, and tearfully Princess Feferi waved goodbye.
"I hope we get to play again one day," she called, and Gamzee smiled back at her.
"I hope so too, sis," he said in his funny accent, and she carried the memory of his smile with her in her heart.
She grew up pretty and slender and beloved of her people, but she was not happy, because at night she swam in the sea and it made her think of her strange friend with the eyes like a moonlit ocean. She did not have many friends, once she began to grow up. Her tower felt more like a prison with each passing year.
On Princess Feferi's eighteenth birthday, a celebration kingdom-wide was called, and though she was the center of attention and received many gifts, she was not happy. She was pleased, and grateful, but the one thing she wished more than anything was her friend Gamzee to play on the beach.
She heard a strange song over the party, and discovered that it was coming from the pan pipes of a young man with shaggy hair and eyes like the ocean all moonlit.
"Gamzee!" she cried, and he winked. Although his body was bigger and his jaw was more square, it was her dear friend and she was so excited to hug him.
"Happy birthday, princess," he said, and his voice still drawled in that funny way. "Thought I'd up and give my best regards."
"Let's go to the beach," she said, and though there was a warning in her heart she did not listen.
Together they snuck through the tower and to the beach, and Princess Feferi left behind her large dress and her pearls and her tiara until she was in her underthings. Gamzee did not blush or look away.
"Let's go swimming," she said, and she waited for him to lay his clothes and his pipe to the side before running into the ocean spray. They chased each other and swam far, far away, with the bright moon for light, and when they reached a secret cove they laid on the beach to dry off.
"I missed you," Princess Feferi said, and reached for Gamzee's hand. He lifted it to his mouth and kissed it.
"Got my miss on for you, too, Fefsis," he said, and she giggled, because he did not call her Princess and he did not mind that they were being rude to her other guests, and she felt very much in love with him. She snuggled under his arm and hugged him and felt all was right in her world. He told her stories of his travels, of the world she had not seen or dreamed of, and she listened to his voice and the crash of the ocean and wished for the moment to never end.
"I wish I could stay here with you forever," she said, and he tilted her face up and kissed her and for the night, all was perfect.
But dreams do not last, and Princess Feferi was very much in a dream.
They were discovered, and she was rushed back to her tower as Gamzee was arrested. Princess Feferi wept, for she did not know what to do, and the news came to her that Gamzee was to be executed.
She snuck through her secret passages and visited him in his cell, and though there were bars in the way, she embraced him as best she could and kissed him hard.
"I can get you out of here," she said. "We can run away and never look back."
He touched her face. "I would love that, my seaside princess, but you got a whole nation full of people what need you to lead 'em. I ain't worth their hurt and anguish over losin' their future queen."
"I don't care," Princess Feferi said, quite fiercely, and Gamzee ran his fingers through her hair.
"I up and told you a lot of things, Fef," he said gently, "but I ain't told you about the bad, either."
So he told her about hunger and poverty, about oppression and hatred, and she listened and grew sick with despair.
"You got the power to change all that," he said, voice soft and eyes bright. "You gotta change it."
Princess Feferi knew in her heart Gamzee was right, and as she returned to her room, she discovered a way to save her love and win the hearts of her people.
The morning dawned bright and chill, and Princess Feferi dressed in her most queenly apparel and walked freely to the execution. Those who attempted to usher her back or away were met with her sharp eye. She walked until she was standing before the chopping block, commanding the attention of her people thronging around the square. At the steps she saw her beloved, eyes wide, and the executioner, no less astonished.
With regality she laid her head on the block.
"Princess! What are you doing?" her people cried.
"If you kill this man," she said, voice clear, "then you must also kill me."
There was silence, stunned and oppressive, and she stood to face her people.
"What is his crime but being poor?" she asked. "It is nothing more than what many of you are guilty of. What is his crime but falling in love? Nothing more than what I myself am guilty of." She looked at Gamzee, whose face was shining with a smile, and smiled back.
"If you will kill him for being poor, then you must also put your own necks on the block," she said. "If you will kill him for being in love, then it is my own neck that must follow."
She looked to her royal advisers, those who had watched over her since she was very small.
"Please," she said, and her voice shook with emotion and her eyes clouded with tears, but her carriage was straight and rigid with royal purpose.
It is not certain who began the cry, but the crowd chanted "spare him, spare him" and Princess Feferi stared them down, until the advisers nodded and Gamzee was released. He ran to her, and she to him, and they met somewhere in the middle, sweeping each other in their embraces and planting kisses on each other's faces and mouths.
They were soon married, and Princess Feferi became Queen Feferi and ruled her kingdom with fairness and prosperity. She and Prince Consort Gamzee traveled often and saw much, but their favorite place was that hidden cove, where the sea and the moon could bear witness of their love.
i ALSO REMEMBERED I NEED TO MEET HEATHER SOMEWHERE TOMORROW CAUSE SHE SAID SHE HAS A PRESENT FOR ME BUT I FEEL BAD CAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PRESENT FOR HER :C
