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

Started November 28, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Myrah felt her cheeks heat up and there was no makeup to hide it this time, "Of course I can! Are you staying all day?"

Olive's eyes practically lit up when a blush began creeping across Myrah's face. She bit her lip bashfully, distracted by how adorable all of the Princess's freckles were. "Most of the day, yes. Is- Is that alright?"

Myrah had to focus in on his chin! Yeah his chin had nothing remotely attractive about it… Nope it was cute too. Could he stop being so good looking? She nodded again trying to reign in her blush, "P-Perfect! It's perfect!"

Myrah was a blushing, stuttering mess, and Olive loved it. A teasing glimmer entered her eyes, but she quickly snuffed it out, lest she overstepped a boundary. She was probably misinterpreting things anyways.. and besides, it would be unfair to lead the Princess on. She didn't know the truth about Olive, and she couldn't exactly tell her either.

She whipped her feet back inside her room, and looked back to Noah, "I'll be right back!" She moved away from the window to get dressed, something simple. A pastel violet dress and grey pants hidden underneath. She summoned one of the maids to get her canvas and paints from the studio as she went to put on a powder base. Conceal the blush. She went back to the window and let her feet hang off the ledge. She could probably jump down and be fine right?

Olive noticed with slight disappointment that all of Myrah's freckles were now covered by a layer of makeup. She grinned, though, slipping off her gauntlet and holding her arms out. "Jump," she called, "I'll catch you."

Myrah was smiling as she nodded, "You better!" She pushed herself off the ledge falling down towards Noah's open arms.

Olive caught Myrah with ease, letting out a soft grunt and grinning up at her. The Princess's face was barely a few inches from hers, and her arms were on Olive's shoulders, and she was literally bundled up in her embrace. She couldn't force herself to put the beautiful girl down.

Myrah felt her face get all blushy again due to their close vicinity. She really didn't want to let go, or have him let her go. This was a well thought out decision on her part.

Olive could see a faint blush from beneath the makeup, which brought a light dusting of pink to her cheeks. Her eyes travelled slowly down Myrah's soft, kind featured before lingering on her pink lips for a fraction of a second. Then, the reality of the situation came crashing down on her.

You've got to put her down. It was hard, but eventually she managed.

Myrah tried to hide her disappointment of being put down on the ground. She watched as one of the maids brought her supplies out and Myrah took them from her. She began to set up, trying to avoid Noah's eyes. What was she thinking that would work?

Olive sat down on the ground, keeping her eyes firmly trained on the grass. What had she been thinking?? This was the Princess for god's sake, and she was an illegal runaway knight and a freak who couldn't decide on one gender. Not to mention a liar. This was never going to happen.

Myrah grabbed one of the brushes and dipped it into a peachy pink color. She slowly started painting the entire canvas that sole color. Her eyes kept glancing over at Noah, and her focus was all over the place.

Olive watched her closely as she painted, following every stroke of the brush and every tilt of her head. Her heart surged every time Myrah glanced towards her, cheeks heating up, but she just stayed where she was, wishing she could reach out to brush the Princess's cheek with her hand.

Myrah couldn't stop looking at Noah, despite now having to go on to the harder gradient part. She grabbed a second brush and dipped it into a light orange color. She began to go from the horizon line and worked outwards.

Olive offered the Princess a shy smile, lifting a hand to her face and chewing anxiously on her thumbnail. God, she looked so pretty with her nose all scrunched up in concentration….
STOP. You can't keep doing this. You cannot.

Myrah smiled back at Noah. She couldn't figure out why he was so nervous, there wasn't anyone else around them. Just the princess painting, and a guard doing whatever he was doing. She bit her lip slightly before saying, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

Olive's smile faltered, her eyes dropping down to the grass. "Oh. What- What do you have to be sorry about? It's not like you did anything wrong," she said, but her voice was oddly wuiet. Inhaling, she forced her lips to curve back up into a smile. "It's fine."

(…Wuiet…)

Myrah stopped painting and looked over to Noah. She had a solemn look on her, "I pushed too far and should've stepped off earlier. That is what I apologized for. So I say once again sorry."

( ack I'm sorry, I really will try my best to avoid typos

sorryyyy

*quiet)

Olive relaxed her shoulders, shaking her head a little with a soft sigh. "It's fine, it's not your fault. If anything, it was me who was too pushy with you." She had an appallingly strong urge to take off her helmet, let her hair down, and announce that she was a girl– sort of. She stopped herself just as the tips of her fingers skimmed the bottom of her helmet, wondering how on earth she could be so stupid.

(It's fine! I honestly find most of them hilarious. So if I point them out that's why.)

"You weren't honestly. I would be a lot more open with people, if I wasn't going to lose my head for it," Myrah let out a dry laugh. She hated always having to dance around the subject, especially after the incident with that one maid. Not her finest moment.

(lol okay)
(lmao 'that incident with that one maid')

Olive snorted. "I feel you there…" she muttered, before realizing her slip-up and quickly moving on. Shit. Shit shit shit. Panicking, she opened her mouth to blurt out a question. "If you don't mind me asking, how many people know?"

(She was full on stalker mode XD)

"Just you?" Myrah's voice cracked when she spoke. It was the truth, and did Noah make a comment before hand? Maybe he really was into guys.

(l m a o)

Olive glanced upwards when the Princess's voice broke, forehead creased with worry lines. "Are you alright, Myrah? And– I feel honoured that you told me. Thank you." Her palms began to sweat. Had Myrah heard her muttered comment?

"I'm fine!" Myrah turned back to her canvas. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she continued painting, "It happens sometimes." Espicially around you.