forum A Lady In Armour // one-on-one // closed

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

tune

Olive nodded, heart filling up with something unidentifiable. Hope? She didn’t know. Bringing her hands up to cup Myrah’s face, she bit her lip. “How— how do you like me? You’re gorgeous, answer I’m.. ugly.”

Myrah giggled as she leaned forward and kissed Olive's cheek, "You're beautiful. No one else like you in the whole kingdom. I've never really cared about appearances, but I can never take my eyes off you."

Olive leaned into the touch, pressing closer. “But— you have eyes that sparkle in the light, and they’re such a unique colour— and your freckles are so adorable, and that’s just how beautiful you are objectively. I have boring eyes, my face is covered in scars, my skin is such an unusually darker colour— I’m not beautiful by a long shot.”

"I love your scars! They give you personality, something a doll,like,me,doesn't have," Myrah exclaimed, "And your grey eyes are gorgeous, they glimmer and look absolutely adoring. Your so unique all over! I just have my blue eyes."

"You are nothing like a doll!" Olive protested. "Your beauty– it's not as traditional as you might think, it's so unique– your features indicate so much about your personality– and your eyes are gorgeous!"

Myrah protested back, "No your eyes are gorgeous! I look quite plain compared to some of the other girls I've seen. you included.

Olive shook her head fervently. "Not true. You're the exact opposite of plain!"

"Am not!" Myrah huffed as she looked away. She thought for a moment and looked back. She said conceiting, "Okay maybe I'm not plain. But I'm not unique either."

"Are too," Olive insisted, taking Myrah's face in her hands. "Give me three valid reasons why you're not. You can't, there aren't any."

(It's fine!)

"Then you can't argue against me either when I say your unique," Myrah smirked slightly. Glad to have gotten the result she had hoped for.

Olive sighed, but she was smiling. Relenting, she brushed a thumb over Myrah's bottom lip. "Fine, you win.. this time."

Myrah smiled blushing slightly from the thumb. She cheered softly, "We both win."

Olive nodded, gently parting Myrah's lips and leaning back in. Their mouths fit together, perfectly, as if they were made for each other, and she sighed into the soft kiss.

Myrah let out a soft sigh into the gentle kiss. She was made for this girl, and this girl was made for her. And no one else could tell this stubborn princess otherwise. Myrah's hands were wrapped around Olive's waist.

Olive finally pulled away, tearing her gaze off of Myrah's face and glancing up at the moon. "I need to get back, they'll get suspicious if I don't…" Her stomach growled, and she laughed. "Besides, I'm hungry. See you tomorrow?"

Myrah laughed along with her. Olive's stomach sure did have a voice, "I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, love."

Olive shivered at the name, pleasure filling her up. "See you tomorrow. Sleep well.."

(can we wait a bit before skipping? I want to write a bit of Olive interacting with other knights)

(Yeah!)

Myrah smiled as she began moving to the closet entrance, one of these days she should try and climb back through the window. She gave Olive a little wave, "You sleep well too."

Olive smiled shyly and slipped away under the cover of darkness, headed back to the knight's barracks. She replaced her bun and helmet, wiping the smile off her face and replacing it with blankness, knowing what she would be met with as soon as she entered the building.

Myrah headed back to her quarters and changed into her night gown. She looked at the mirror and ensured not a speck of make up or the braid was left before being satisfied to sit on her bed and read.

Olive pushed open the front door and was met with two knights clinking their overflowing mugs of beer. She forced a smile, trying to slip around them and up the stairs, but the taller one, Mark, clapped her on the shoulder. "Wolfe!" He staggered into the other knight, Ray, clearly tipsy. "I saw you today– you were with some girl, did you pick up a maid already?" Olive froze, but her expression morphed into a dubious one. "Me? With a maid? You guys know about my girl at home, don't you?"

Myrah was reading a really cheesy romance novel where the girl was oblivious, the guy was oblivious. Everyone else knew, but them. She wanted to walk into that world and just shake the characters silly.

Ray's eyebrows raised in doubt; he was clearly the more sober of the too. Olive hastily moved to elaborate. "Rose, my girl. We go way back, she's one of the prettiest back at home." Mark guffawed, slapping him on the back again. "Wolfe's got himself a girlfriend! Tell us, Noah, what's she like."

Suddenly, the front door flew open.

Myrah threw the book on her bed huffing. She was sick of their idiocy and grabbed a different book she had started. Much less misconceptions, more drama though.

A Higher Knight stalked in, glaring at the three of them. "What's going on in here?" Olive immediately saluted, keeping her face polite. "I just arrived, sir, I was on my way upstairs." The Knight sighed. "Fine. Wolfe, go upstairs while I deal with these two."

Myrah started to nod off while reading. She eventually fell asleep with her face in a book. Not the book on her face, her face in the book.

skip?