A girl (I call her, the name's Azura Vose) is arguing with her friend (any gender idc, you can name 'em and describe 'em) about whether She should run away to another kingdom (her parents dont understand her, she's a free spirit, blah blah blah)
Sounds interesting… can I join?
I'll do my description now:
Name: Azura Vose
Likes: painting, playing piano, reading, archery, fencing
Dislikes: assumptions, the color pink, and tapdancing
Other Stuff u might need to know: is a free spirit, is not very quiet, a rich princess, doesn't really care about the rich bit
ok u can do ur character and then we can start?
Name: Farron Utarian
Personality: cold hearted, mysterious, dark, quite, fighter/warrior type of guy, reserved, loyal
Other (optional): loves reading and cartography, doesn’t like social interaction
(K cool I'll start)
Azura ran down the hallway full speed (which was hard to do in a ballgown) and turned a sharp corner. She tried her best not to trip and fall as she made her way down the corriders. She ran all the way to her room and shut the door.
Farron had followed Azura all the way from the ball and towards her room. He sighed and out up his cold demeanour which he didn’t quite need around her. He knocked on the door, “Azrua, open up.”
Between sobs, she managed to get out a simple "What do you want?" She tried so hard to swallow her tears so Farron wouldn't hear the sobs and the sniffs, but it didn't work very well. Of all the times to come check on her, he chose now? Really? What did he want, anyway? She slowly got up, opened the door, and peeked out with one eye, waiting on his response.
(Oh btw this is past tense third person omniscient and Azura is straight too)
(Okay, will there be shipping involved?)
“I want to see if you’re okay, Highness.” Farron said, as he bowed slightly. Why was she so stubborn? He would never know. Be placed a hand on the door to try and open it a little more and see her properly.
(Idc, you decide lol)
"Fine, come in," she said, sensing that he would never go away. She wiped her face on her sleeve and gave him her best smile. In a few seconds, however, It broke into a frown, then she looked as if she were on the brink of tears again.
"What do you want," she asked as she turned way from him. "I'm busy." Secretly, she hoped that he wouldn't leave too soon, but she didn't want him to know that. She waited for his reply, still turned around so that he couldn't see her puffy eyes.
“I already told you, I’m here to see if you’re okay and clearly, you aren’t. And if you mean your busy crying then I can leave your chambers if you wish.” Farron replied as gently as he could but he was never one for being kind.
"Well go ahead then!" she said. "Why come in here if you wanna leave?"
But right before he got to the door, she stopped him.
"Wait, I-" she stopped for a minute. "I didn't mean that. Thank you for coming to see if I was okay." She mustered up a smile again, but this time, even though it was weaker, it stayed.
"Iv'e just been a little bothered, that's all. I'll be alright."
Farron took his and off the door handle.
“Do you want to talk about, Highness? Or would you like me to find someone more suitable for that?” He asked, but as he said it, his chest felt heavy at the words as some part of him didn’t want to leave her. Yet it wasn’t his place to act upon anything he felt.
(Sorry i'm so late the hurricane Michael knocked my power our for a bit)
"Yeah. I think talking about it would be great." She said. She motioned for him to sit.
And she totally spilled her guts. She told him about her parents trying to make her take classes from a private instructor on how to become a princess, how they wouldn't listen to her when she tried to talk to them about her feelings. About how she would sneak past the guards and leave the castle and go to the woods to think. About how she was different. She talked and cried and got everything out. Then she looked over at Farron.
"You can't tell anyone about this, okay? Its already hard enough with two people judging me, imagine how hard it would be if someone else found out." She waited for his response.
(Don’t worry about it)
Farron sighed and looked towards the fire pace, with it’s crackling embers and bright flame, “I won’t, you have my word, Highness.” He said eventually, returning his gaze to Azura.
"Thanks," she said. She pulled her hair back and made eye contact with him. should I tell him? she wondered. She was at war with herself, and it was sort of obvious to Farron.
"There's something else on your mind, isn't there? You don't have to tell me, but I'm still here to listen if need be." Farron said, as he crossed one leg over the other. His gaze softened the slightest as he looked at her.
"well," she hesitated. "I-I think I'm gonna run away." She said. She saw the surprise on his face, and she expected it. She hurried to explain.
"You know what my parents are like, Farron. Always telling me to straighten up ad act more like my sisters. But the truth is, I'm not like my sisters! I need to be free. And I simply can't do that here. Not within these stone walls with my parents never showing me that they care about me, and always telling me to change. They don't even like me. They want me to change myself into someone I'm not, and frankly, would never want to be."
Farron stood and started to pace back and forth, one hand drumming at the sword at his side, "Azura," He never used her name unless he was serious, "You're talking about leaving this place into a world where you could be killed at any moment. Where would you even go? If you go to any family then they'll turn you in. Do you even know how to survive out there? It's dangerous. Utterly dangerous."
"Dangerous is my middle name," she said with a teasing smile. But when she noticed that he didn't find it funny, she continued.
"I can't worry about the danger. I would much rather live on the edge a bit and be happy than never try at all. I really don't want to stay in this palace for the rest of my life when no one cares about me here."
I care… Farron sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I know you don't want to stay here, but this place is safer then out there. I know you want to live on the edge but you've never lived out there," He looked to her.
"Azura, I have and I know first hand how dangerous it is. You wouldn't survive one night without a good place to stay. Where are you going to stay?"
"Well, I don't know, exactly. . ." she said. "But that doesn't really matter. You underestimate me, " she stopped talking to look at him. "I can handle myself. Iv'e suck past the royal guards before, and Iv'e don a whole bunch of other things that people are surprised about. I think I can handle this with ease. And its not like I have another option. If I stayed here, life would be the exact same way for me until I'm old enough to marry, In which case my parents would try to force me to marry some 'prince charming' that is not so charming. What do you want me to do? Stay here and be unhappy?" she was starting to get a bit irritated. How could her best friend not understand?