#with fumiko.

[tamikc]

@fvmikc​​

“he’s not seriously flaunting his baby around, is he?” she was sprawled upside down on her couch, blabbing about her excursion through the hotel and everyone she’d glimpsed at. she’d spent the past twenty-eight years within palace walls, aside from brief trips to her own apartment in mitaka, this was her opportunity to get out. “i thought you were going to ban him from japan altogether, i’ve been bringing it up for years.” more because it would’ve been a power move she’d make, the elder princess always held more professionalism. “i’ll stop talking about him, you’re better off anyway.” tamiko pushed herself upright though still took up majority of the furniture. “who else do i need to avoid? who are we spending all our time with?”

[laylabahiti]

@fvmikc​​

“oh.” the shock remained in her expression longer than intended, but really, this must be a joke. they couldn’t be neighbors! “um—” hands lifted one of the small containers out of her tote bag. “we have leftover basbousa from easter, i figured i would ask everyone if they want some. . . .” should she bother continuing or wait for the door to close in her face? the civility shown in tokyo might’ve been a one-off for the cause. layla didn’t exactly have tips on finding peace after a traumatic incident, completely unraveling when she was in fumiko’s place years ago. “i hope you are settling in alright.”

[tamikc]

@fvmikc​

honestly, tamiko hadn’t seen this much security since their brother’s accident. she couldn’t walk anywhere without at least five burly guards forming a perimeter — one on each side, one behind, and two leading the way. her stomach was in knots being shown past the double doors, also heavily guarded seeing as the crown princess was behind them. seeing the flash of dark hair and her sister’s delicate but strong features, tamiko’s heart wrenched in the best way possible. a strangled sob of relief finally pushed its way out of her locked up system, quick steps bringing her closer to embrace the other. 

[laylabahiti]

@fvmikc​

she had to err on the side of caution being in tokyo, for a certain japanese royal had every right to bar entrance into the country. layla wouldn’t have blamed fumiko at all if that had been the case, the disruption a single arrangement could make was far from ideal. the worry couldn’t keep her locked inside though, not when she was trying to stick to her daily walk routine with nuray. she second-guessed the entire concept after returning to the apartment complex, coming face-to-face with the one person she hoped to eternally avoid. “fumiko–” she spoke in a gasp, hands instinctively hugging nuray closer against her. “your highness. . .” utterly speechless, stumbling over whether she was even worthy enough to address fumiko by name. “t-thank you for hosting everyone.” she had to control her trembling hands with a baby in tow. “your country is beautiful. . . .”