#i hope this makes sense flkjgsdlfg

[fxlgurkinesis]

LIKED FOR FLUFFY DRABBLE / ` @lightshielded

the previous night had been a roller coaster, or even the last few passing days - but it was last night that really stood out to the young crownguard. a dinner party, one too many drinks if only to avoid some unwanted conversational topics and too weary souls finding each other in a quiet part of the ballroom.

 they’d been skirting around topics, saying things veiled by other words - meanings hidden out of fear, out of habit ; but under the veil of night and perhaps the stars aligning true words were finally said and from there things had only grown further when more than one confession seemed to flow like the passage of time as things clicked into place as the moon rose and weary eyes started to drift close and weary hearts rested for the first time in likely a while.

she wakes up a lot earlier than she ever really would , save for nights she would give up on sleep altogether, but she finds that she’s far more restful than even days she’s slept well into the afternoon sun.

she’s relaxed and warm, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, yet the place which radiates the most warmth is deep within her chest, a sort of warmth achieved from....being accepted, from finding someone who takes all that you are and cherishes it completely.

and it’s pressed up behind her, wrapped around her like the warmest blanket. and the smile’s been on her face since she’s woken up, probably there even as she slept because she felt so happy, so content. she glances down at the hands wrapped around her middle, one entangled with her own, still, as if they’d never let go throughout their slumber. it brings a heat to her cheeks, but only causes her to swell, giddy, as her thumb traces over the calloused skin, watches as it compliments her own battle earned scars.

and she feels a stirring behind her and her smile can only grow, she turns her head to see the peeking visage of a freshly awoken prince and she can’t help it as she leans her cheek into his own, nuzzling lightly against the slightly scratchy skin - not minding that in the slightest - before there’s movement and suddenly they’re facing each other. a bubble of giggles flows through the light mage, cheeks stained high in flushed rose as the prince moves in, laughs more as lips pressing against her cheek and down to her shoulder, the sensation tingly and slightly ticklish even through the prince’s shirt ( that he had so kindly allowed her to borrow ).

“ good morning.” she mumbles, her smile turning slightly shy yet still blinding, her cheeks deepening in their colour even more. the good morning she gets in return cause her toes to curl, her heart fluttering hard, like a humming bird’s wing; things were still new, still tender and even the smallest gestures can cause lux’s heart to trip over itself in enthusiasms. but it was not only his words that brought the reaction, but the way it was uttered so tender, mirrored in the way his fingers stroked through her hair.

he looked at her, eyes brimming in adoration, and she knew her own stare was the same. their faces so close now, she could see her own gaze reflect in the colour of his eyes and found herself unwind even more. she doesn’t have to hide here, not amongst the privacy of his room, nor under his gaze. she could be at home here as she could in her own heart and with that realisation she feels herself letting more of her restraints down.

she leans forward, and it seems the message is received as the prince leans in half way, their lips meeting in the middle and it’s all lux can do but melt into it with a soft sigh, feels the tell tale tingle of magic on her skin, a soft warm that tangled itself with the warmth of love she feels brimming and overflowing in her heart. she can feel it behind her eyelids as she smooths her thumb along jarvan the fourth’s cheek, as their lips meet and move softly, gently, little inquisitive movements.

and lux still feels breathless as they pull back, even if the kiss had been relatively light, the emotions behind it were as passionate as any deep kiss could have been. but even more so, she holds her breath as she watches jarvan, watches as his eyes roam over her — and she knows what he probably sees, knows what he’s looking at — and for once she doesn’t feel an overwhelming sense of dread at being seen for who she is. feels no need to flee, or come up with some sort of excuse — she just lays there, hair and clothes dishevelled but patient and loving and adoring as she watches the prince watch her.

she’s a sun in her own right, as her light fills the bedroom like a morning sunrise , just as soft and gentle and luminous. she watches as it dances through the air, swirling like barely there tendrils - and extension of emotions as it dances and refracts - rainbows scattering throughout and bouncing. she’s not scared, and the prince does not look it either - even when she knows he would have every right to be - she doesn’t see fear, only awe, in his eyes.

the words that tumble from his mouth, the litany of praises and sweet words would be enough to make her hide her face, embarrassment perhaps, but she forces herself to not shy away, because these are words she’d never thought she’d ever hear. she’d been convinced that she’d only ever hear curses of her true nature; that she was a monster, and yet here he was telling her she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. it was enough to tug something deep within her, cause a bubble of moisture to pool at the corner of her eyes but she’s steadfast to will them away as she lifts herself up to press another, a little more firmer, kiss to the prince ( and hears his soft sound of surprise followed by a hum of approval ) as she feels herself burn even brighter.

it takes a surprising amount of willpower to pull away from the prince’s lips, and she mourns any productivity that will be lost at the mere thought of the prince now, not to mention if she were to bump into him in the days following now. but she finds herself not regretting that in the slightest.

when she does pull away though she already feels words pulling at her tongue, feels a myriad of things she wants to say but either feels hesitant or that they feel awkward. but as she watches jarvan’s patient and curious look she finds some words bubbling up, cheeks red yet soft eyed as she speaks a simple phrase, really, but conveying a whole other meaning that she feels a little too shy, at the moment, to say.

“ i’m really glad i met you.” 

                                                    i think i might love you.