Drabble --- She's more than a friend... {Tarida}
Emerald orbs settled upon the busy-red-haired girl, down on the jungle floor below. A soft smile curved from the corners of Tarzan's tanned cheeks, as he silently watched from above within the thick foliage that covered his body. As the weeks rolled by, he always found himself smiling at Merida. Not just when she was smiling back at him, or when they were happy. Or when the two had managed to get themselves in a ridiculous situation. No, he was always smiling at the Scottish Princess. Even now, when he watched her from above, as she shot arrows into her usual practice tree.
Tarzan's gaze followed the sharp-projectile when it left her bow, and stuck into the tree adjacent of her. Already the massive tree was littered with over a dozen arrows, all in a straight line along the shaft of its' bark. It was her weekly routine, by now. And yet, she still had no idea that Tarzan always came to watch her from above. The girl had requested to do this by herself, when she first set out with her bow. The ape man didn't question it, as he believed it was something to do with her own self, and her home. Still, he couldn't help keeping watch over her. Although he had no doubt that his friend was a capable fighter, she was not akin to the jungle as he was. Baboons, beasts, and any manner of creature could come upon her, and it would be over within a second.
But that wasn't the only reason.
He liked to watch her. Whether it was shooting arrows, eating fruit, or merely with her in his grip as he swung through the jungle, he loved Merida's presence all-together. At first, she was a friend who needed help. Help, and guidance from Tarzan. But after weeks, it had changed drastically. Now, her presence was more than just 'Nice'. It was amazing. Wonderful, incredible, and a dozen other things. Her being here wasn't just wanted for the ape man. No, now he felt that he could not live without her being here. Part of him felt horrible for thinking that, considering how much she longed to be home. But the feeling was true, and there was no denying it.
A light and quiet sigh left his lips, as he looked down to the Princess with a endearing expression. The meaning of her friendship had surprised Tarzan at how much it meant to him. Before Merida, strangers would come and go as they please. It was normal. He had no one that would stay with him, nor anyone that would wish to. The man had never felt such friendship or companionship with a human ever before. All until the red-haired-archer had become stranded in the jungle. All until she had been forced to stay here. All until someone would come and get her.
Again, he felt even more horrible for thinking such thoughts. After all, there was the possibility that she would leave. There always was. And once again, she would leave, and Tarzan would never experience such feelings ever again. But then, she would be happy. Truly happy, from his perspective. And that was another factor. The man was certain that Merida did not feel the same. Far from it. Yes, he realized that she valued him as a friend, but not as much as Tarzan did to her. At least, he didn't think so. How could she? It would be insane to think more of me. I'm just a man in the jungle. And she's... so much more.
Another sigh passed through his lips, as he tore his gaze away from the archer below; turning his body back towards the direction where their home was. Grunting, Tarzan leaped across several branches, cringing lightly as he attempted to stifle the leaves rustling and crunching. Despite leaving, the only current and true thought that ran through his head was one that would never leave. It would never vanish, nor waver. No, the thought would only flourish, and increase. And in time, it would transform into something else entirely.
Merida is more than a friend...