I’ll go first, just give me a mo
Also I forgot to mention this, do your best to stay away from one-liners
Finally: is it okay if we start after they’ve already met and talked a bit, just to move things along? Like, maybe Olive was put on the job a week ago?
Yeah! And I'll do my best! And if I do end up writing one, I'll make sure you have something to go off of.
No problem, I get that sometimes in o/o rps one liners are unavoidable
They really are.
Olive leaned against the stone wall behind her, tightening her bun and slipping her polished helmet onto her head. She allowed herself to relax, exhaling slowly as her eyes lingered on the horizon, which was streaked in the soft colours of the sunrise.
The princess wasn’t up yet, she could tell by the lack of sound coming from the window directly above her head, and she was confused to find herself mildly disappointed.
Get your act together, she’s royalty, you can’t be friends or whatever stupid fantasy you’ve come up with now, she reprimanded herself sternly, straightening up and resting a hand on the pommel of her sword. Just focus on being a guard.
(Btw the princess won’t know that Olive isn’t actually named Noah)
(Okay.)
Myrah had gotten up gotten up a little after the sun had risen. She was still in a silk lilac night gown and had a terrible case of bed head as she moved to the window to catch the very end of sunrise. She pouted slightly since sunrise and set had some of the prettiest colors all day. The princess yawned as she glanced down to see Noah in his usual place standing guard. She leaned out of the window and greeted him cheerfully, "Morning Noah!"
Olive glanced up, a smile appearing on her face. “Good morning, your highness,” she greeted, hating herself for wishing the Princess was closer.
Snap out of it!
She glanced around, making sure there was nobody near. Giovanni would kill her if he found her chatting with the heir to the throne instead of performing her duties.
Myrah was smiling back, Noah was nice for a guard. He actually spoke to her unlike most others who just forced themselves to politely listen to unending chatter. She asked him, "Did you see the sunrise?"
Olive nodded, taking a small step back so that she could better see the Princess. “You forget, my Lady, that I am awake when you can still see the stars in the sky.” She said it good naturedly, with slight humour behind each word. “How are you this morning?”
Myrah laughed lightly a slight snort could be heard. She shook her head as she smoothed out a portion of her hair, "I'm fine for someone who just woke up. I will never know how you guards do it."
Olive couldn’t help but notice how comfortable the Princess seemed around her in just a nightgown, even though to her, she was Noah Wolfe, very much male. To be completely honest, sometimes she did feel more like a Noah. Which was frustrating and confusing. But not today. Today was definitely an Olive day.
She smiled, straightening her helmet. “Habit, most likely. I’ve been rising before the sun since I became a squire.”
Olive couldn’t help but notice how comfortable the Princess seemed around her in just a nightgown, even though to her, she was Noah Wolfe, very much male. To be completely honest, sometimes she did feel more like a Noah. Which was frustrating and confusing. But not today. Today was definitely an Olive day.
She smiled, straightening her helmet. “Habit, most likely. I’ve been rising before the sun since I became a squire.”
"I can just never imagine anyone doing that," Myrah shook her head slowly. She grabbed another section of hair and smoothed it down, "And then for it to be habit? do you never sleep until the sun is well into the sky?"
Olive snorted, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, remembering who she was talking to. “I’m so sorry for my disrespect, my Lady— but to answer your question, the last time o slept that long was three and a half years ago, when I was sick.”
“Oh, well that’s awful,” Myrah made a face teetering on the edge of horror and disgust. She just couldn’t see anyone doing what poor Noah had done for so long, “You should do it more often.”
Olive let another soft chuckle slip, before mentally slapping herself in the face. Respect for the Princess! You didn’t even bow when she greeted you!
“It’s not that bad,” she reassured Myrah with a smile. “It’s quite calming, actually. And I don’t think I would be allowed to sleep in, Your Highness.”
“Then one day I’ll order all the gaurds to sleep in,” Myrah said determinedly. She had her heart set on doing it now, no one could stop her, “Everyone deserves that much.”
Olive’s smile widened, her eyes landing squarely on the Princess’s deep blue eyes. “That is very kind of you, Princess, but that way the night shift guards would have to stay up longer.” Something stirred in her chest, a feeling she couldn’t quite place, but she brushed it away. Probably hunger, she’d skipped out on breakfast today.
Myrah had a huge grin on her face as she stared into those pretty grey eyes. She felt an obligation to do this, “Nonsense. I’ll find a way so everyone benefits.”
The Princess had such a pretty grin…. For a moment, Olive felt herself slip into what she liked to call ‘Noah Territory’, basically meaning the strange sensation of being more comfortable in her male skin. She saw Myrah as young man might see her, all mussed hair and freckles and heart-stopping smiles. It didn’t last, though— or at least, the Noah Territory didn’t.
“As you wish, Princess. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Myrah declared as her breakfast was dropped off by one of the maids. She turned thanked them, grabbed a roll, and leaned out the window again, “Thank me once it’s done!”
“As you wish,” Olive repeated respectfully, a strand of short hair slipping out from the opening in her helmet over her eyes and mouth. A smile played on her lips, adding a note of casual relaxed-ness to her statement. Her stomach growled quietly when she saw the warm buttered roll, but she ignored it.
Myrah grabbed a second roll and held it out to Noah. She had a relaxed smile on, they were friends after all, “Would you like one?”
(Gtg Night!)
(Gnight :)
Olive’s eyes widened slightly. “Th-thank you, your highness. This— thank you.” She slipped a heavy gauntlet off of one hand and reached up, hardly believing her eyes, taking the roll gingerly in one hand.
(Morning!)
Myrah giggled at his reaction. It was like he had never seen bread before. She moved her empty hand back into the window, “There’s no need to thank me. We’re friends are we not?”
(Good morning, how are you?)
Olive blinked down at the bread, then back up at the Princess. “I— Y-Yeah—Sorry—“ she stammered, carefully warming her hands on the soft exterior of the roll. “Forgive me for my rude behaviour, Princess, I was just surprised. I’ve never been— befriended by a person of a higher class, I was just surprised. Thank you.”
(Good, how about you?)
Myrah let out a relaxed laugh. She smiled down at Noah, “Please, you can just call me Myrah. I’m glad to be your friend no matter the class difference. So don’t be so shocked if this happens again.”
(Not great, tbh)
Olive exhaled slowly, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you Pri— Myrah. Thank you. I am happy to be your friend as well.”
Oh my god, the Princess wants to be my friend.
She took a tentative bite of the warm roll, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.
Myrah nodded practically beaming at her new friend. She didn’t have many friends these days, everyone was to busy doing this or that, “You’re welcome! I’m thrilled to be friends with you!”
