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

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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(Totally. Myrah can be pushy at times, though. So just a heads up.)

Myrah let go of her hands and sighed. She glanced back at her painting in progress, "I know. I'll wait though. I'll wait for as long as I have too!"

(Lol no problem)

Olive felt like she was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it. Here was the Princess, here was Myrah, telling her that she would wait. For her. Holding her hands. Kissing her cheek. She could only nod mutely.

Myrah took that graciously as she grabbed a dry bush. She looked at her painting before dipping the brush into her black paint. She was going to give Olive some time.

Olive could have melted with relief right there and then. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in in a failed attempt to calm herself— and that’s when she heart it. Footsteps. Quick as lightning, fueled by panic, she tied up her hair and slammed the helmet back onto her head, jumping up to resume her guard position just as another Knight rounded the corner.

Myrah paid no mind to the knight as she started her silhouettes. Painting a nice layer of black along the bottom edge rounding up along the sides. She did her best not to look back at Olive.

The Knight turned out to be her commander, Sir John Lancaster. Just her luck. Olive saluted crisply, well collected for someone who had just outed herself and almost kissed a Princess.
“Junior Noah Wolfe,” Lancaster greeted with a salute of his own. “Checking in on the guards. Everything running smoothly?”
“Yes sir.”

Myrah listened on their conversation. Little trees, just keep painting pretty little trees. Pine trees, oak trees, oh and a nice little hill with a clearing on top.

The commander nodded crisply. “You are relieved of your duty for today.”

(Skip?)

Olive arrived at Myrah’s window at least an hour before the sun rose, her mind turbulent. She didn’t know what to, what to think, what to say. She just…. stood there. Waiting.

Myrah woke about an hour later. She sat up in bed and stretched her arms, before rushing to the window and leaning out, "Hello!"

Olive jumped, face flushing as soon as her eyes landed on Myrah. “H-Hey. Hi. Good morning.”

Myrah giggled as she beamed at her, “Wow you must be really happy to see me!”

Olive hid her face in her hands, heart pounding. Oh my god. The Princess is flirting with me. She struggled to find her voice. “Y-Yeah. Yeah.”

(Flirty Myrah has come to play!)

Myrah’s beam grew as she leaned over further. She said happily, “I’m happy to see you too!”

(Uh oh Olive, watch out)

Olive slowly removed her hands from her face, realizing how stupid she was being. She offered Myrah a wobbly smile, trying to collect herself, her composure in pieces on the ground. “I- I’m glad. How is the painting?”

“I finished it!” Myrah glanced into the room where the painting hung. She looked back with a soft smile, “I’m actually quite proud of it.”

Olive bit her lip, trying to summon a bit of bravado. When she finally managed, she raised her eyes slightly. “Could I see it?”

Myrah nodded as she rushed into her room. She grabbed the painting from where it was propped on the floor and took it to the window to show Olive. The background went a lilac to a peachy pink color and their were silhouettes of trees and a little hill, with two people on top holding hands as the sun rose.

Every hope of staying cool and keeping things casual was blown to bits when Olive’s eyes zeroed in on the two figures in the painting. “I— it’s— it’s really good—“

Myrah grinned as she put it down and leaned it against the wall facing the wall. A light red dusting graced her face, “Thanks!”