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[rosietrace]

『 “Ella & Kit” 』

| Roya Callistis and Gwendolyn Schnee | 🗡️ + ❄️ | (ft. Tinsley LaBelle)

✎ᝰ. synopsis : My heart has wings. And I can fly. I'll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of…

✎ᝰ. content warnings : none

✎ᝰ. genre : romance, fan event fic, oc x oc, fluff, mutual pining

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥) a/n: A (VERY) belated happy birthday goes to Ellis!!! I would like to formally apologize for this taking so long to come out 😭 it's been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long but thank GOD I managed to actually finish it. I hope you enjoy this, and if Gwen or even Tinsley feel ooc… I'm so sorry >=)0

Roya felt out of place.

Not that that was out of the ordinary for him, not in the slightest. The difference was that tonight, with luminescent stars in the midnight river and shining crystals shining a light against the ballroom tiles— Roya was, quite literally, not supposed to be there.

The Glimmering Soirée seemed to be open for everyone, but it felt almost exclusive to NRC students only. Not a single RSA student in sight, or at least as far as Roya's silver eyes could get a grasp at.

Keeping a low profile was even more precarious; being a prince was one thing, but being an alleged cursed prince? Quite frankly, that was much worse.

Everyone knew everyone, and even if Roya wasn't a member of Night Raven's student body, they most definitely knew of him.

They could've at least seen a picture of me, Roya figured, twisting his lips as he pondered. Although the palace painters never seem to get my nose ri–

“Roya?”

He flinched, his head whirling around and unintentionally smacking whoever it was behind him with his long braid.

Tinsley LaBelle yelped and recoiled, covering her face with both hands and hissing. “Ow…”

“Tinsley!” Oh, how Roya was relieved to see a familiar face. But upon seeing her expression and the hiss she'd elicited, he felt an immense guilt. “A-Ah… I..”

“It's fine!” Tinsley laughed it off, awkward at that, but somewhat assuring to some level. “Nothing to worry about! Haha… ha…”

“I am so sorry.”

“Don't be. I know you didn't mean to.”

“Yes, I… You just startled me, is all.”

Tinsley chuckled. For once, she can see what Gwen sees. “Right…”

“... You do know you aren't supposed to be here, right?”

Roya flushed, sputtering out words that came off as gibberish more than they did coherent sentences and bared his teeth at Gwen's sister.

At his poor attempt at a smile, Tinsley smiled through a grimace. “So… You do know?”

He nodded once. “Yes, I was…”

“You wanted to see Gwen?” How adorable, Tinsley's face seemed to say, making Roya flush all the more until he rivaled the redness of his hair.

He didn't answer the first time, looking around the ballroom for any sight of short winter white hair and a familiar pair of ice colored irises.

With no avail, and Tinsley having already repeated her inquiry, Roya hesitated. But as Gwen's older sister, Roya knew that he could trust Tinsley.

Tinsley did the same as him, looking around for any sign of her little winter fairy sister. Both their attempts ended fruitlessly, and they conceded at their momentary loss.

And then… finally, he saw her.

Oh, how beautiful she was. Against the crystalline lights, Gwen glowed like the moon in an ocean of stars— overcasting all with her luminescence.

She'd merely been minding a business of her own, admiring the decor, seeing to the needs of his royal majesty, Prince Malleus; yet Roya cared little for the wants or needs of a prince most unimportant to his night.

Roya went over to her, the encouragement and abruptness of Tinsley’s voice falling on deaf ears. His eyes, his body, his heart, all focused upon Gwen.

His hand took hers, both gloved. “Gwen…” a smile came on his face just by uttering her name so truly softly.

She flinched, her head turning to meet his gaze at last. Her surprise soon went suppressed and overshadowed by a softness that made his heart melt.

“Roya…” She smiled, before the question on her mind finally reached her lips. “Wait– Roya? What are you–”

“I came,” he explained, taking his hands in his, “to see you, dear Gwen.”

“M-Me…?” Her head tilted to one side. Flattered as she might've been, her concerns over him getting in trouble outweighed it. “But Roya–”

“I know it's risky being here, but I couldn't help myself.”

So that's your excuse, Gwen's beautiful face conveyed. “Roya…”

“Please, Gwen, treasure of my heart?” Roya smiled, his gentle hands intertwining their fingers with Gwen with a pleading tilt to his head.

How could Gwen say no to a smile so… so genuine, so sincere?

She indulged his wishes, the chances of getting scolded be damned. They rounded the corner and entered the threshold of the dancefloor.

Gwen looked around. She suddenly felt all too aware of the eyes that soon caught a glimpse of her and a prince who shouldn't even be here with her.

Roya directed her eyes back on his, that same smile of complete utter sincerity diminishing all possible signs of worry or concern. “Eyes on me.”

She obliged, taking her hand in his and her other on his shoulder; all the while Roya wrapped his free hand gently around her waist, pulling her a bit closer.

She flinched at the movement, at the sudden contact. They looked at each other and they both laughed, smiling all the while and let the music do the talking for them.

As the band played on with a new melody, Gwen noted the dichotomy of the gentleness of the way Roya held her; especially compared to his abilities in the art of dance.

It left much to be desired, really. But given that Roya's talents lied in swordsmanship and equestrianism, it didn't entirely bewilder Gwen the way it probably should have.

But then a compromise came to mind. A solution, of sorts. Whether or not it'll be successful in the end, Gwen didn't know— but it was well worth a shot!

She broke the silence, leaning so he could hear and keeping her voice low and soft. “Your steps are too stiff.”

“What?” Roya stared, frankly for a couple more seconds longer than he should be. (Either way, Gwen found it cute)

Not wanting to sound overly critical, seven forbid rude, Gwen continued. “It’s… a bit uncoordinated, shall we say.”

“Oh…”

“I-It’s nothing to be emba–”

“I apologize,” muttered Roya in a manner that could only be described as sheepish and awkward.

Gwen breathed out a sigh. “To quote a certain someone,” said Gwen, “eyes on me.”

Clever girl, Roya thought when she echoed her words right back at him. Much too clever and talented to be a servant.

And just when his thoughts began to wander to a life where Gwen wasn't a servant under Malleus’ employ — a life where they'd be together side by side, never to be separated — he shook his head at the absurdity of it.

Now wasn't the time for mindless daydreaming. He needed to focus. Eyes on Gwen.

All eyes were on Gwen and him now, really. But Roya couldn't fathom the thought that everyone was focused at his appearance at a non RSA event than they were admiring just how striking Gwen was.

At times Roya’s drifted downwards to keep focus on his footwork. Upon noticing that however, Gwen brought a gentle hand to his chin, tilting it back up to meet her gaze.

“Remember— focus on your partner's face. Not their feet.”

“You cannot fault me for my anxiousness,” mumbled Roya, lifting his arm alongside hers for her to spin across the ballroom floor with him by his side— gliding like ice laid beneath their feet.

Endeared by his answer, Gwen chuckled. “I suppose I can't. But should you focus elsewhere, I fear I'm not as good a teacher as I'd hope.”

What nonsense. Roya huffed. “You make a wonderful teacher, really. Perfect.”

“Well, now you're just flattering me.”

“And is flattery not well deserved?”

“Pffft- Roya…”

“I am but saying this jest, dear Gwen.” As her spin came to a halt, Roya's arm returned to its place around her waist. “Praise and adoration are all but two of the many things I believe I should adorn you regularly.”

“Roya—”

“My adoration for thou is quite concerning, actually. One might chastise me for bordering on obsession, but I can't help it, really.”

They stopped at the edge of the dancefloor, only a few steps away from breaching the bridge of dancer and observer.

Roya tucked a stray hair behind Gwen's pointed ear, his thumb then coming to trace the outline. “It… it feels as though I've known you all my life, Gwen. As if I've met you in a previous life of mine.”

“... Surely you jest..” Gwen turned her face away, a warm flush painting her cheeks in lighthearted embarrassment.

Now it was Roya's turn to tilt her chin, for her to meet his attentive gaze. “I could hardly joke over something like that, Ella.”

Something almost close to familiarity flashed in Gwen's crystalline eyes at the use of the name. Strange, Gwen sensed something, but that something hardly felt amiss.

“... If I am to be Ella,” Gwen murmured. “Might you be my Kit?”

It was odd. How familiar both names sounded even when it was the first time they've said them aloud. That hardly couldn't matter, couldn't it?

The chances of pondering more over that rode off like a freight chain, regrettably. Dire Crowley was in Gwen's line of sight, and as… questionable as her headmage is with his methods of handling NRC, she couldn't imagine what kind of trouble could erupt if he were to find an RSA student within campus grounds.

Whatever Roya wanted to say fell on deaf ears when Gwen took him by his wrist and rushed him out of the ballroom before Crowley could catch them.

A part of Gwen dreaded that Crowley might've spotted Roya and his standout red hair. In other circumstances, hair of that color helped make him easy to spot in a crowd; this useful aspect of his appearance was not so useful at the moment.

They fled far enough to reach the courtyard, with Gwen letting go of Roya's wrist to catch her breath against the lone tree that Leona usually frequented. At least he wasn't there at the moment.

Somehow Roya wasn't even half as out of breath as Gwen was. He barely broke a sweat and it made her wonder if it was impressive or not. Probably is.

Clearing her throat and placing her gloved hands behind her back, she sent a sheepish smile his way. Apologetic. “Er… the headmage was within our line of sight, so…”

“I understand.” Roya nodded, standing close to her with a hand over his heart. “And for that, I am thankful that you… Well, helped evade me from getting in trouble.”

“It was the least I could do.” Gwen laced her fingers with Roya's, intertwining them like twin flames at long last reunited. “You put it in the effort to sneak in to see me.”

“Of course I would.”

Gwen felt Roya's hand reach the side of her face, but not before he took off his glove to feel the ice cold skin beneath his warm palms.

“You… are precious,” Roya declared, “in every way that matters. My heart sings a symphony I hope yours can hear and understand, and when I'm with you, I…”

Gwen inched closer, threatening to close the gap between them until their noses brushed. “You…?” She prodded shyly.

Roya swallowed. Hard. “With you, I– I feel as though I could fly and touch the constellations with you by my side, I… I can't seem to breathe without you near, I—”

He let out a dry, humorless laugh in humility. His forehead pressed against hers. “I love you, my Ella. And in my heart, I dream of you loving me, too.”

Her icy heart melted at his declaration, his promise. With a tender smile, Gwen's hands cradled his face as her lips pressed a chilling kiss to his forehead that nearly undid him.

“I love you too, sweet Kit.”

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Roya Callistis – Me 😈

Tinsley LaBelle – @jasdiary

Gwendolyn Schnee – @starry-night-rose

@authoruio | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @twsted-princess | @geminiiviolets | @hallowed-delights · @terrovaniadorm | @absolutelyobsessedkiya | @valse-a-mille-temps | @oseathepebble