#‘yes princess’ PLSASEEEE JUST FUCK MEEEEEEEE

[odetolove]

there is no visible reaction towards her words, his face remains as unreadable as always. stoic, hard even. but the truth is that he loses his train of thought. and although she was right to assume the weight would be too much on her, he indulges on picturing nothing but that on her body. maybe even the set that he was wearing, which would imply he had nothing on. — clearing his throat, he also stares at the ground when she does.

yes, princess. whenever you'd like.

his presence alone is enough to keep commoners at bay. wakatoshi made a point out of staring down anyone that stepped too close to her, whenever they forgot their place, whether they had a title or not. he understood though, it was easy to see why anyone would want to be closer to her, listen to her speak, being spared a glance.

he follows, watching as she moves and acts gracefully as always. until her pace slows like it often did, her willingness to be a part of such events wearing out after a while. he knew her tells by now, the smile that dropped too quickly, the quiet sighs under her breath. still just as beautiful.

he steps in front of her when a couple of people approach, shielding her completely from their sight. and it doesn't take much more for them to turn around and leave.

wouldn't you like to catch a breath outside, your highness?

— ushijima.

[ happy halloween, baby. love u too. ]

the second he appears before me, i barely realize how lost i had been getting- not recognizing the faces i had been talking to, or the telling signs of annoyance and fatigue with every passing interaction. my shoulders drop slightly from just him standing in front of me, dropping the straight posture- glimmering lights reflecting off the reflective pieces of his armor, looking like the adorned knight he was.

please.

i whisper, giving him a real smile- hand absentmindedly reaching out to touch the arm piece of his, comforted by the cool metal there. letting my plead be only heard by him, a word that was almost foreign to my tongue.

letting myself be escorted by him, whisked away into the night i feel like i can finally breathe- still tired and dizzy from it all, i look at him.

it’s too much sometimes… i prefer quiet nights, when you watch over me and i sit and read by the fire- those are my favorite.

i speak finally, humming before i once more step closer- wanting just a moment of rest against his body.

my words are easy to say, trailing off with a giggle before turning to him, beckoning for him to lean down- acting like i’m about to whisper a secret but planting a kiss to his cheek.

thank you, ushijima.

i whisper before letting himself straighten, heart hammering away. careful to watch for his reaction, wanting more than anything to see him as someone other than the knight vigilant to my safety, wanting to see him as a man, if only for the seconds where i surprise him with words or actions.