#rushtogreatness

[petitsdieu]

He comes in like he's going to tell her a secret and in a way, she feels like he does. She mirrors him and leans inwards as he spills it. His words do surprise her. Sometimes she thought he just tolerated her presence. She's intrigued and amused.

"You think I'm pretty?" She relaxes into it, sinking further into the couch and she smiles.

Between the time her mouth opens and the time she speaks, there's a skip of breath. She switches what she's going to say. She doesn't understand herself either.

"You don't need me to tell you. I think you do know."

continued. ft. @rush-to-greatness

[starfaithed]

Unf (he has no problem admitting that Miraj is hot)

"You have fantastic taste, Senator. I'd say you're wasted on the stuffy Republic, but you'd fit right in as one of my concubines."

[petitsdieu]

𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑬 🗣️ 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑸𝑼𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬. 𝒇𝒕. @rush-to-greatness

[petitsdieu]

Send ‘Please don’t leave’ for my muses reaction

She had thought she had slipped off without anyone noticing — especially her brother who was always prone to his own ego. But maybe she was too focused on avoiding his gaze that she didn’t count on someone else to see her headed for the nearest exist. She’s confused but holds that bare, blank expression most know her for wearing. “I’m retiring for the night.” It was still early but technically she was tired. Tired of royals and politicians and, well, everyone. There was no real plan on what she intends to do with the rest of her night. She doesn’t have the guts to do what she really wants. For now, she contemplates on what to do with the man standing with her. She doesn’t know him well enough to assume what he’d do ( like intentionally or not dropping her name and how he saw her leaving ). So before she says anything impulsive, she decides to wait for possible clarity. She turns her body so she’s fully facing him, silently suggesting she’s giving her full intention. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

𝒇𝒕. @rush-to-greatness

[petitsdieu]

sc 𝒇𝒕. @rush-to-greatness

"We have fun, don't we, Rush?"

[petitsdieu]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 (⊙_⊙;) 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆.

With it only being mid-afternoon, she thought she had plenty of time before he got back. So after a long shower, when she got back to the guest room she left the door open. Something she would have done back home. Where she has all this space to herself. Seeing him standing there flushed her face red on the apples of her cheeks. Without thinking about it, her knees bend and she hides from the chest down, her arms folded on the bed as she leans on it. It isn't the worst position to be caught in but she's somewhat embarrassed. She hopes he doesn't think badly of her character after this. "I thought- I thought you would be back later tonight?"

𝒇𝒕. @rush-to-greatness

[petitsdieu]

𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 “𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔” 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; Kiss + wrist.

Her mouth nearly pinches into a pout; a few dozen memories slice their way through her mind as she feels the lingering heat that had been pressed to her inner wrist. If she expected anything when he leaned down it was a kiss to the back of the hand. Something that would have felt a little formal or polite or some harmony of both. A wrist? She does not know what to make of it. It's skirting intimacy and intimacy isn't something she's known for quite some time.

"What was that for?" Normally, she'd wave it off but she's too curious.

𝒇𝒕. @rush-to-greatness

[petitsdieu]

SEND “I’VE GOT YOU” TO HELP MY MUSE WASH OFF BLOOD FROM THEIR BODY

The whole room is spinning and the gaps in her memory from when she hit her head on the ice to now are just the beginning of her recollection issues. Because if she gave herself time to calm down, she'd realize she doesn't really have any retention at all. Instead, she's focused on trying to recall what happened in the short term. How she got from outside to in, how much time had passed.

The wound on her head still hasn't stopped bleeding as much as he tries to clean it up. Eventually, she feels pressure being applied to her head. Her head falls forward and she sees red splashed across her dress. When she looks straight ahead she sees the same pigment, too. It's made its way onto his attire and his hands. "I don't feel well..."

ft. @rush-to-greatness