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Holy shit Silver <:( He really be out here just stealing everyone's heart
Just him😔💞
Pls look at this weird super armor they gave Silver in the sonic forces mobile game he looks so stupid
I don't get what you're saying but it sounds like an insult so I'm gonna be sad about it
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What would the familiars do if they realised their master had gone to TW to escape them?
Why would you do such a thing..? They’ve waited so long to meet you, to serve you, to love you, and yet... and yet... You ran away?
(an incredibly long answer under the cut!)
The situation: They meet you again in Twisted Wonderland, but you tell them you came here to escape them. They don’t take it well.
Heartslabyul is absolutely heartbroken, but they’re the most understanding of your decision to run. They were your familiars the longest, so taking care of you came naturally to them. Even now, your safety and happiness is the top priority to them.
Ace seems like he’ll shatter if you touch him, the shock rendering him frozen. After all he did to find you again, you tell him you don’t want him? Deuce digs his nails into his palms, wide-eyed, but takes a breath and manages to give you a wobbly smile. He gently pulls the trembling Ace away, whose desperate cries are starting to escape his throat.
Cater laughs, breathless and unbelieving. Relief and grief rush in like torrents, and it doesn’t take long before his laughter turns hysteric. Tears keep pouring out and it takes Trey yanking his hands away from his face, where his claws almost dug into, to pull him out of it. Trey’s face is twisted in deep sorrow, but he’s keeping his own tears in as he murmurs something to Cater. At his words, they both snap their gazes to Riddle, whose expression hasn’t changed.
Riddle’s face is carefully blank, like your declaration of wanting to escape didn’t hurt him at all. He’s staring intensely at you, trying to burn the image of you alive and well into his mind and then... he turns away, barking orders out to the others. “Let this be our final service to you,” he says to you, voice breaking. “Let us take care of you one last time.”
After all, the rest of your familiars won’t take the news as well as they did. Heartslabyul gathers themselves as best as they can, their sobs fading into shaky breaths. They’ll have to force the others back into the mirror. It’s the least they can do for you now.
Savanaclaw’s reaction is particularly explosive. Their group is made up of strays with nowhere to go, who found a home in you, and now even you don’t want them.
Jack is snarling, trying to bite off Ace’s head for stopping him from moving any closer to you. He doesn’t get it, he doesn’t understand why this is all happening. It just doesn’t make sense. Why would you abandon them too? What did they do wrong? Why didn’t you tell them they were wrong?! Cater grabs him by the neck and pushes him away, his anger morphing into howling agony as the grief sets in.
Ruggie is being held back by Deuce and Trey, but his hands are reaching out to you. His words are incomprehensible through his tears, as he claws at empty air and digs his feet into the ground. Why are they forcing him to leave? He just got to see you again! Why won’t you meet his eyes? What’s wrong? Why won’t you look his way anymore..?
Leona glares at you, betrayal etching itself on every bit of his body language. Riddle stands firm in front of him, tense and ready to put him down if takes a step towards you. Leona’s hands twitch, as if wanting to tear you apart, and Riddle nearly attacks him before he just... closes his eyes. When Leona opens them and looks at you again, there’s nothing but resignation left. He seems soulless as he leaves, having lost everything that mattered to him.
Octavinelle doesn’t believe you at all. They keep talking like they haven’t heard you or Riddle’s commands to go back through the mirror, as if this really was just a happy reunion. The way their eyes glaze over gives away their denial, if Azul’s shaking hands didn’t already.
Heartslabyul can’t risk anything with Jade and Floyd. As soon as their smiles turn too sharp, they’re trying to restrain them and force them back. Floyd is immediately kicking and screaming, his voice shrill and desperate as he claws at Cater and Deuce. He’s threatening to destroy the entire place and their original world too, if you don’t come home and stop him, if you keep refusing to return! The last glimpse you get of him as he’s forced into the mirror is the promise in his eyes that he will follow through on his threats.
Jade is just as violent, though his voice is leveled as he unblinkingly meets your gaze. Ace shoves a hand over his mouth, to muffle his increasingly descriptive threats to everyone you used to know in their world. Trey hisses in pain as Jade’s nails scratch him over and over, but they manage to push him into the mirror, Ace pulling away his bitten hand. Jade’s eyes never leave you as he goes.
Azul crumples to the ground all on his own, falling to his knees as he begs you to come back, to come home. He’s a complete wreck, as the sounds of the frantic twins fade away, his wailing sobs louder than even Floyd’s screams. He grovels, head pressed to the ground, for you to please please please please-- You can’t even make out what’s he’s asking of you anymore, as Riddle drags his limp body into the mirror.
Scarabia can sense something’s off as soon as they arrive. Kalim’s smile crumples at the sight of Heartslabyul looking so resolute, Jamil tensing behind him in response.
The two of them hear you out, Kalim interrupting more and more as you talk. Eventually, he won’t let you speak anymore as he begins to ramble about all the things you’ve missed since you’ve been gone. He can’t bear to hear you talk about wanting to leave them. It’s too much. Kalim can’t stand still, his entire body buzzing with nerves and pent up sorrow, eyes darting everywhere. When he reaches a hand out to you, as if to test the validity of your claims, and Deuce grips his wrist with a grim expression, he breaks. Ace catches him when he falls, curling into himself as sobs wrack his body.
Jamil is silent and motionless up until Kalim breaks, where he then suddenly snaps his gaze from you to the Heartslabyul boys. His voice is low as he begins to speak, before it rises in volume the longer he goes on. He’s blaming the Heartslabyul group for forcing them back, for letting you leave them, for being cowards--but not once does he blame you, unable to turn the brunt of his anger on you even now. He leaves with Kalim, giving you a last, longing look, and another scathing glare for the others.
Pomefiore is grief-stricken before you even have the chance to say anything to them. Vil looks like the world is ending before his eyes, causing Rook and Epel to both pick up on the severity of the situation instantly.
Epel’s expression gets worse and worse the more he hears, torn between erupting with anger or crying his eyes out. He ends up doing neither when Cater scoops him up, who didn’t want to risk keeping him around any longer than they need to. Epel’s furious demands to be put down are desperate pleads for a little more time with you by the time he reaches the mirror.
Rook hasn’t said anything the entire time, choosing instead to give you a deep bow and a flawless smile, before he departs. Judging by the stern, disapproving look Rook gets from Trey as he passes by, he has no intentions of letting things end here. However, instead of loudly announcing his plans like the twins did, he says nothing, leaving a chill in your spine and a terrible omen in the air.
Vil watches you quietly through it all, studying your expression. If there was even a slight chance that you would want to return, to come home to them, he would’ve pushed relentlessly for it. And yet, seeing you now, standing tall and firm on your decision even through all their tears, he can’t find anything to say. The resignation that slowly consumes his gaze looks eerily similar to Leona’s, that loss of purpose to continue living. Still, even as his heart shatters, he wishes you the best, his walk to the mirror slow and unsteady.
Ignihyde seems like they expected this from the start. Idia isn’t at all surprised by your decision, even if Ortho is frantically looking between the two of you in a panic.
Ortho is gentle as he questions you, prying for answers for how it all ended up this way. At your every response, he whips his head around to look at Idia, watching for a reaction. When the most he gets is a sneer, he turns back to you and presses you again if you really, really, want to leave them like this? Isn’t this... too cruel? When Idia walks forward, Ortho is pulled back by Deuce, then Trey draws them both close for a hug.
Idia’s march towards you is halted by Ace and Cater, both of whom are already growling. Idia eyes them for a moment, then turns his attention to you and Riddle behind them. Recognizing that they won’t let him get any closer, he starts his rant there, blaming you for ruining him, for ruining every single one of them, and then just running away from it all! That you can’t just leave after everything you’ve done! They’ll never be the same anymore! How are any of them supposed to live past the fact that you don’t want them?!
Cater and Ace force him into the mirror before he says anything worse, his words abruptly cutting off as he’s pushed through. Ortho looks to you like he wants a final hug before he goes, but he hangs his head, and leaves without another sound.
Diasomnia is full of mixed reactions. Half of them are smiling, the other half is devastated. The Heartslabyul boys can’t decide how to divide the work, the response from Diasomnia being too strange. They cautiously surround you, extremely on edge with Malleus grinning at them.
Sebek is absolutely dismayed. Words are failing him, and he can’t gauge what to do based on Malleus’ face either. He settles for his own honest reaction, which is to start bawling and begging for another chance. Whatever they did to upset you, they can fix it! Everyone treasures you so much, you must know that, right? You know they’d listen to whatever you say! So why..? Lilia holds a hand out, quieting him instantly as he turns his attention elsewhere.
Silver isn’t faring any better, realizing how serious you are about this. He’s completely crushed, frankly, and he just wants to go lay down and fall asleep and never wake up again. Then the fear seeps into his expression as Malleus laughs, and Silver turns towards him, disbelief evident in the way he breathes a barely audible no.
Malleus and Lilia are both watching you like you’re just throwing a tantrum. Lilia coos, delighted over how resolute you are. He nods at your every word, as if he’s simply indulging your whims. When you demand he go back through the mirror, how proud he is at your display of courage comes through in the way he claps enthusiastically after your speech. He herds a shocked Sebek and a worried Silver away into the mirror, smiling all the way.
Malleus hasn’t stopped grinning since he caught sight of you, but his expression melts into something softer, more fond, as the other three leave. He gestures at the world around you, your “Twisted Wonderland”, and he asks you how much you know about it. When you can’t come up with the answer he’s looking for, the pure delight on his face is a sight to behold.
“You’ll be home soon, then,” Malleus purrs, his heavy, burning adoration for you flooding his gaze. “Grim does not disappoint.”
And with that, he’s gone. The Heartslabyul boys don’t seem to know how to react, wearily looking around for any signs that someone else was still around. When their search comes up empty, they turn to you, waiting for you to take it all back and come home with them. When you say nothing, Riddle nods, and pushes the rest of them through the mirror.
Cycling through interests again, and it's Pokemon time, so here's Silver
The world watched
As the moon wept
Silver tears
In remembrance
Of us
Day eleven: cruel
Merry Christmas
Yeah, god knows she needs some way to have fun!
Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)
“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”
“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”
“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”
“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.
“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”
Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”
“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.
“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”
“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.
The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.
“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.
“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”
“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.
Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.
Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.
“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”
“Which ones?”
“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.
Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.
“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”
“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”
“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.
“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”
This is wonderful! I love seeing them interact all together and I relate to Irene’s intense adoration of tea. The idea of her competing with Silver and Kai for thieving books is amazing, I need more of that! Thanks for writing this.
Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)
“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”
“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”
“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”
“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.
“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”
Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”
“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.
“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”
“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.
The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.
“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.
“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”
“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.
Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.
Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.
“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”
“Which ones?”
“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.
Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.
“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”
“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”
“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.
“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”
I love them a ton!!! Silver helping Vale out is especially cute- I really think that they would miss each each other if they weren’t there to make things interesting. This is wonderful, thanks for writing it.
Hiya can I get number 7 of the quarantine prompts for Silver and Vale please? Thanks
"Is this necessary?"
"You sneezed, you get locked away." Silver sounded far too smug. "You must have caught whatever the princeling has. I wonder if you'll be able to convince miss Winters to play nursemaids for you like she is doing for him. I have no qualms if you want me to nurse you to health again though."
"I have several qualms." Vale muttered. "Starting with the headache that you certainly aren't helping." He sneezed again and grimaced. Silver used the cuff of his skirt sleeve to cover his nose and mouth and made a shooing gesture with his hand. "I get it. I'll go to bed."
Vale fell face first into his pillows without bothering to change. He awkwardly kicked his shoes off and blindly dragged half of the duvet over his body and over his head.
He drifted in and out of a feverish sleep, losing track of most of the afternoon as he tossed and turned, waking up uncomfortable and sweaty before falling asleep again.
Sometime after the fifth time he fell asleep and before the sixth, someone knocked on his door and he called out a rather incoherent version of 'go away' which, as it was Silver knocking, went ignored.
"Are you coming down for dinner?"
"Go 'way."
"Thats a no then. Do you not know how to correctly use a bed?" Silver leant on the doorframe. "Or at the very least, correctly use it for sleeping? Your head goes on the pillow, dear. And most people own pyjamas? I don't understand why, it's considerably more comfortable to sleep in the nude of course."
"If I had something to throw at you, I would." Vale muttered, his hair was half undone and he pushed it away from his face.
"You can save the flirting for when you feel better." Silver waltzed into the room and set a tea tray down. "I made you a pot of nice mint tea to drink. Sit up."
"Thank. You?" Vale shifted to upright and squinted at Silver in the gloom, his hair the brightest thing in the dark.
"Drink up. It's boring without you around."
Jesús Christ, these are insane. That ice skating one is straight out of a Victorian novel, only in that version you’d die tragically. The canal one is funny as. Irene and Kai’s ones are ridiculously relatable. I once walked straight into a metal sign because I was reading and I had a red imprint of it for the rest of the day.
Invisible Library characters as stupid things that I've done
Irene: missed her stop on the train because she was reading not once, not twice but four times on three seperate occasions
Kai: fallen down the stairs of a bookshop because he couldn't see over the top of the pile of books in his hands
Vale: set fire to a science experiment because he was bored
Silver: fallen over laughing and been too drunk to stand up again.
Everiste: missed a train so he burst into tears
Li Ming: went ice skating, fell through the frozen lake and got pnemonia
Ao Shun: got stuck three miles from home in the middle of a thunder storm because he thought he could run faster than a storm
Ao Guang: fallen into the canal because he didn't want to cycle through a patch of mud.
This is fabulous! You’re is hilarious and I love their dynamic, especially Vale leaping from the chair like his life depends on it. Thanks so much for writing.
Hiya, could you do number 1 on the quarantine writing prompts for Silver and Vale please?
“You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”Silver purred, leaning on the arm of Vale’s chosen armchair, well stuffed, near to the window, within arms reach of a coffee table. It was dark red.
“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.” Vale dryly said, he was flipping through a notebook, going over the notes of a recent case that would hopefully be going to trial when the quarantine was over. “Can I help you? You are in my light.” Silver got up, walked around the back of the chair, dragging his fingers across Vale’s shoulders and back, Vale suppressed a shiver. He sat on the other arm.
“Is this better?”
“If you insist.” He said dryly. “Are you just here as an irritating distraction? Or do you actually have some purpose in being here?”
“This is my home.”
“Yes. You are an incredibly observant man. So you have any other shockingly new observations? Anything else that I may have missed?”
“I like this armchair.”
“I can tell. There were three strands of your hair on it when I sat down, and your slippers in front of it. I assume that the position by the window was intended for you to be able to watch the streets.” Vale said, flipping his page. “You like to know what is going on at all times and the view allows you to see who is coming to your door, and when they leave as well.”
“Anything else?”
“It was recently reupholstered, suggesting that you frequently throw yourself down onto it in a pique of melodramatic fitting.”
“Actually it was because I happen to enjoy bringing my bed partners up to this room.” Vale jumped out of the chair, stumbling over Silver’s slippers. “Oh, good lord you are gullible.” He slipped off the arm and landed over the chair. “No, you were… right the first time.” Vale had dropped his notebook in his rush to get out of the seat and Silver picked it up and held it out to him. “Thank you for the entertainment though.”
Vale snatched the notebook out of his hand. “You disgust me.”
“Would whiskey make you feel better? There’s a drinks cabinet over there.” He waved his hand toward the sideboard at the side of the doors. “If you fancy one, feel free to pour me a glass too.” Vale was going to snap back at him that he wasn't a servant, but a glass of whiskey sounded like a good idea, so he opened up the cabinet and plucked out the first bottle that he found, holding it up to examine it.
“This is good stuff.” Vale mainly said to himself as he unstoppered a bottle and splashed some into a glass.
“Of course it is.” Silver replied with an idle flutter of his fingers. “I have superb taste in alcohol, amongst other…” He watched Vale bend over to put the bottle away again. “Things.” He finished.
“I doubt you have good taste in most things.” Vale replied. He put the glass within Silver’s reach and kept the bottle in his hand. “I will give you this though. Thanks for the drink.”
“You’re welcome!” Silver called as Vale let the door shut with a thunk behind him.
Aww, very cute. Yeah, I agree about Kai being somewhat of a hopeless romantic.
Hiya, what do you reckon for 8 of the otp questions? Thanks
I think Irene probably would prefer if people didn't know that Kai was her student because they may judge her so they say that they met through work which is correct anyway.
Kai probably likes to describe Irene exactly as they met, right down to the gravel in her hair, followed by that he knew she was the one as soon as he saw her argue with Bradamant because he likes that fiery side about her.
Irene tells it very factually and calls him an idiot but kisses him anyway
Thanks, this is exactly what I needed today, it’s been a very fun day and you provided the cherry on top. It’s super sweet and your writing is gorgeous.
Hiya, can I get why are you in a tree for Kai and Irene please? Thanks.
“Why are you in a tree?” Li Ming asked, looking up at Irene and Kai perched on a thick tree branch.
“Why aren’t you in a tree?” Kai replied, Irene had a book in her hands and Kai had been reading it over her shoulder. They’d moved apart slightly when they’d heard Li Ming coming. Kai’s arms had been around her middle with his cheek on her shoulder before hand.
“Are you stuck?” He frowned.
“No, but Irene may be.” Kai replied, poking Irene in the side. She slid her bookmark in between the pages and turned to him with a sniff.
“I am more than capable of getting out of a tree.” She replied, then she looked down at Li Ming. “Is there something that you needed off one of us, Lord Li Ming?”
“His majesty Ao Shun is looking for prince Kai. I will let him know that he’s stuck up a tree.” Li Ming said, before bowing, and disappearing back into the large orchard that was over looked by one of the more luxurious palaces that Irene had seen.
“I suppose that I should see what that is about.” Kai sighed. Irene slipped the book into her bag. “But I will come and find you once we are done?”
“I’ll probably have to start getting ready for tonight soon.” Irene said. “But I will see you then.” Kai smiled before leaning in to kiss her.
“I will see you there, you’re going to be the most beautiful woman there, I already know it.” Irene rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I know you will be, you don’t need make up or fine dresses to look beautiful. You just need a good book and your eyes light up.”
“You are too kind.” She replied.
“No, I’m not. It’s like… like watching the sunrise. Watching you light up is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I could sit and watch you read all day.”
“Sadly we have duties. You should see to your uncle before he sends Li Ming back out here.” Kai slipped one arm underneath her thighs and the other around her shoulders. Irene laced her fingers around the back of his neck and shut her eyes as Kai jumped down from the tree.
There was a rush of air against her face and then they landed and Kai set her on her feet. She opened her eyes again. “I will see you soon.” She said softly. “Don’t keep me waiting tonight, you’re my dance partner after all.”
“I get a dance?”
“You’ll get two if you ask nicely.”
And constantly only a minute away from being murdered. There’s the small issues of the thieving, the mercenaries, the scheming but yeah, no major bad points.
Silver: we’ve all got our weaknesses
Silver: i, personally, am tragically funny and good-looking