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the damsel in distress , such fragile , helpless creatures . who would ever dare to dream that the dragon in the tower was not the enemy , but the guardian ? who would ever dream that the princess and the witch were one and the same ? she wears it well , does she not ? exuding thankfulness , as damsels so - what could she ever do to repay you , hero ? with her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders , and her big , soft blue eyes wet with gratitude , she can't help but wonder - is this everything he'd dreamed of ? ❝ you ... you saved me ! ❞ the damsel exclaims , as they do , shrinking herself into the narrative , dainty palm to her sternum , lungs rising and falling with the softness of her breaths .

❝ i was so scared ... for a second i thought - ❞ a hand lightly hovers over his shoulder , light as a feather . ❝ if it wasn't for you ... gods only know what that horrible man would've done , ❞ that horrible , horrible little man , who'd tried to the bitter end to withhold knowledge from his bright , young pupil . and when nothing could deter her - he tried to trap her . ensnare her . he should've known better . such a horrible thing to do . ❝ my hero . ❞ adelaide perches herself onto the tip of her toes , pressing a chaste to kiss to his cheek .

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care — ( zoroc )

actions speak louder than words

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

blonde hair pours down her bedside like rivulets of pale gold ; she looks frail , like a dove with a broken wing , the vibrancy of her rosy cheeks dull and faded . a cold , that has been her excuse . it often is - people seldom question much unless you begin to look grisly . you can fall ill , just ... not too ill . ill enough so people feel the urge to coddle you , not ill enough they'd rather not look at you .

❝ it's only a cold , you know ? you mustn't worry about me so , my dear night ... your face looks most lovely when it is bright with joy , ❞ with a flicker of a smile , she makes an effort to playfully paw at a stray lock hanging low on his forehead , seeking to amuse . the corners of her bluebell eyes crinkle as she smiles , and her expression softens . ❝ i'm rather prone to falling ill , i'm afraid ... always been so , ever since i was a child . ❞ because since she was a child her curiosity , her hunger demanded her to overexert herself , navigate unknown waters others were too afraid to peek into . ❝ i excel at recovering , though ... i promise . ❞

in truth , her latest attempt fiddling with magic had gone awry ; petty old man , putting traps and safety locks in their treasures like they could keep a dragon from it . no - she'd crack it open , eventually . in a few days she'd be as good as new , and she'd try again . and again . until she succeeded , because adelaide does not fail . in the meantime ... well , this was rather nice , wasn't it ? she rather liked to be fussed over , littered in adoration and attention . ❝ still ... thank you . you have no idea how much better i feel , just ... knowing you're here , next to me , ❞ her pale hand reaches for his , falling it over it like a comforting blanket ; gentle , as the soft edges of her mouth curve into a faint simper . ❝ i feel so safe with you here . ❞ it was nice , she wasn't lying about that . it was nice to have company , to feel cherished ; she ought to rest , she was tired , as much as she loathed the fragility of her mortal coil , it demanded repose , and he made it not as ... agonizing , or wasteful . for his efforts , she'd indulge him too - shrink into the skin of the girl she knows he wants her to be .