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

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Myrah smiled at Noah before moving away from the servant's quarters. Just to sit down, she had been on her feet for quite a while. She let out a deep breath and let her whole body relaxed.

Olive resisted the urge to look at the Princess, but barely. The long minutes spent standing stil had never felt more excruciating, they seemed to stretch out for hours on end. Finally, she heard footsteps, and another guard took her position.

Myrah looked and waved over to Noah. She wasn't sure if he knew where she had sat down or not. He hadn't looked at her at all, which made sense since he was on duty after all.

Olive caught sight of the Princess, and her heart skipped a beat. She brushed it off and approached her hesitantly, sitting down on the ground with a loud clank as the different pieces of her armpits bumped up against eachother. “Hey.”

(Armpits XD)

Myrah smiled at Noah as she brushed a stray hair that had made it's way to the front of her face. She moved carefully as to not undo the makeup, "Hey. How's guarding been? Is that the term you use anyway?"

(omg sorry that was autocorrect on my phone! I meant armour lmao)

Olive tried her best not to let her eyes follow the movements of Myrah's hand. "We usually just call it guard duty. And it's the same as always. How was lunch?"
Is she wearing makeup? She looks different with it..

"Horrible, the man wouldn't shut up about how rich he was!" Myrah cried out completely and utterly annoyed at the man, "As if that's what's going to get me to marry him. No sire it's not."

Olive chuckled lightly, taking off her helmet and slipping the cord that kept her hair up into her hands. Then, she remembered who she was with and hastily put it back up, afraid that she'd been much too casual. "I'm sorry about that, Princess. I'm sure the right man will come along eventually."

"Maybe I've already met him," Myrah mumbled under her breath glancing at the grass. She looked back up at Noah with his hair hastily put up, "They better, otherwise I'm coming to them."

(omg did you know that grass symbolizes queer love I think this is a sign)

Olive was confused and disappointed in herself when her heart plummeted at the 'maybe I've already met him.' She shook herself out of it, scratching at the nape of her neck. You're growing to fit the role of a boy…. you're a girl, stop getting confused again.

Forcing a convincing laugh, she faked a small smile. "Something will happen eventually."

(Wait really? Lol)

"I hope it does," I swear if this boy had figured it out, and we were of the same class, I would kiss him silly. Myrah gave him a genuine smile, "I'm getting tired of waiting."

(yeah look it up XD)

Olive's stupid heart pattered helplessly at that smile. Because she was weak. Because she was confused. Because she was a freak.
No, she told herself firmly. Stop it right now. You're a girl– I think?? No. You. Are. A girl. She is a girl. And the goddamn Princess. Both girls. You are not allowed to fall for her.

"Same here," he admitted quietly, continuing to scratch at his neck. Then he realized that he was thinking of himself as– as a boy. No. Stop. What the hell is happening to me?? He– she– Olive swallowed. Stop it right now. You are a freak.

Myrah perked up, but at the same time saddened a little. She didn't let her sadness through masking it with a layer of curiosity, "Do you like someone Noah?"

Don't say it. Don't you dare. She thinks you're a boy. If she were to find out–

Noah– Olive faltered, suddenly shy and scared. "I don't know," he– she replied quietly, a partial truth. "Maybe? I'm confused."

"Well that's not good," Myrah frowned slightly. Her eyebrows were pinched together in thought, "You can always talk to me about it."

Shit. No. Back up. Now.

Noah– no, Olive hesitated, wringing her hands. "I- maybe another time. After I sort things out." She cleared her throat, returning the question. "How about you?"

"I-uh what do you mean?" Myrah grew nervous. She wanted to stick her face in her hands and never pull it back up, but that would ruin the make up. Had Noah heard her earlier? Oh God she hoped he hadn't.

Olive immediately withdrew, realizing his mistake.
She's the Princess!! Stop being so disrespectful!!

"I-I'm sorry for my disrespect– Your Highness– I just– you asked the question– I assumed that it was okay to return it– I'm sorry–"

"Oh no! It's fine-I just- I wasn't-" Myrah cleared her throat, "I was not prepared for the question, but yes I do 'like' someone."

"Sorry," he— she apologized again, lowering her head. "A-At least something is certain, I guess. I wish- I wish you luck in convincing your parents to- to pursue them."

"I doubt they would approve," Myrah sighed. She had a whimsical melody to her voice, "Or that they would even notice me like that."

Noah– OLIVE. Your. Name. Is. Olive. Olive offered a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry about your parents. But as for the person in question, you never know. You are–" She abruptly cut herself off.

Myrah looked at him in slight shock. She felt a grin tug on her lips as she teasingly asked, "I'm what?"

Olive reddened slightly, heart fluttering in her chest. You idiot. You freak. You're a lost cause.
"N-Never mind," she mumbled, latching her eyes onto the grass so that she wouldn't have to stare at Myrah's gorgeous blue eyes and golden hair.

Myrah didn't pursue as her eyes also moved to the grass in the direction away from Noah. She hoped her blush was concealed by the make up. Stupid Noah, and his handsome face, and nice features.