#or specifically that actors au op made in twitter and tumblr here

[braemjeorn]

despa x oc thoughts because i feel like it and i need other notifs than pronbots following me

[has very slight connection to my fic sky caverns but underline the slight]

i feel like if despa was going to get entangled in a romance its going to be pygmalion/my fair lady style.

teru who was well travelled, yet hadn't visited meifu

knocked on despa's and basically went for my friends sake, since im going to be her sort of lady-in-waiting i need a crash course in meifu culture, history and language.

heaven forbid i am ignorant of those with my friend's new station as queen

he held out his open palm

she handed him an agreement scroll of her proposed time and day, also the payment offer

its like a revenge of the first time they met and he stares at her and her open palm

"have you been away too long from courtly setting, prince despa? a lady does not handle money directly. especially a princess."

(teru primly said, as she visited a man's house with no chaperone but a horse)

"i respect your intelligence, and i'm willing to pay for your trouble to adjust it to my time."

the most begrudging acceptance of training despa ever gave

it should have been on his terms than hers

internally, he'd like to strangle her in impatience whenever they argue but the amount of sun-gems and freshwater pearls she listed as payment does tankerings to his brain and pockets

she thought him silly and wasted too many breaths on exasperated sighs while he lectured

he tried to call in sick one time - his wrinkles appeared

she treathened to reduce the payment (less amount of pearls would be more tolerable but diamonds!? really now!?)

or play jumpropes with his pearls

"oh fine! you blasted woman!"

"there's my handsome teacher!"

"handso—?"

"can we learn about the sewers today?"

"...what is it about you women and sewers!?"

teru drags him outside and everywhere for practical education

despa grumbles through their entire walk

and yet...

[he let her play with the feathers of his sun hat and be distracted with the gleaming, ruby red of her hair under sunlight as they walked through the field

hardly aware how she admired (and approve of) his side profile and brows while he was deep in book browsing]

but of course they'd fight over tea again later that day

because teru abhores whipped cream and despa could not stand foul words against his shortcake

"says the person who drowns their muffins in jams!"

"at least jam made up its mind in solidity!"