(Myrah is me in front of my crush oml)
Olive's blush deepened, and she somehow managed to meet Myrah's eyes without melting into a puddle. "Princess- Princess- I was– I was referring to the painting–" he stammered, heart thundering in his chest. "B-But– you look plenty beautiful too–"
(Lol)
Myrah was now a puddle. A puddle that now had to respond to the man who caused her to be a puddle, "O-Oh yes. Y-you're still beautiful too. And than-thank you."
All of a sudden, Olive was sick and tired of pretending. Myrah looked so flustered– so adorable, so gorgeous, that she couldn't stand it any longer. Her last shred of sanity cautioned her to play it safe, so instead of blurting out her gender, she reached up and pulled her hair down from its bun. It un-twisted itself slowly, falling just above her shoulders and framing her face in a messy curtain. She didn't know why– plenty of men had longer hair– but hers let down seemed to accentuate her more feminine features, and she was dying to see if Myrah would pick up on it if she didn't sau anything. "Th-Thanks, Princess."
Holy- Noah was a girl. It was obvious once her hair was down. She just- wow. Myrah was blind. Wait was Noah even her real name? Maybe that's why they got so flustered? If anything this made her think Noah? was even prettier. Her mouth was still wide open, "You're welcome m'lady."
The whole world around them slowed to a stop, along with Olive's heart. Myrah had caught on a lot quicker than she'd expected, and she had no idea what to do.
You idiot. You absolute idiot. Oh my god you're going to die.
Panicking, Olive brought her trembling hands to her face, chest heaving. "A-Anytime."
Myrah reached out for Noah's? hands. She gently took them within her own hands, "I think you're really pretty. So please don't be ashamed. I won't tell anyone either."
Olive stared down at their intertwined hands in disbelief. Her mind had stopped working, her heart was thumping out erratic beats, and she was trembling from head to toe. Fear, real fear, shone in her eyes. "I—– my name is Olive. I'm so sorry."
Myrah couldn't resist herself as she kissed Olive's cheek, "Don't apologize." And now she just outed herself, nope nope nope! Retreat retreat!
(Myrah is me oml)
Olive’s eyes widened in shock, her whole body locking up. She stared at
Myrah, hands tremoring even as the Princess held them in her own. “I—“ She finally recovered her ability to speak coherently. “Sir Arthur Gray. Imperial Knight. My father. I’m the runaway daughter.”
"Oh, so you are. That's interesting," Myrah's head wasn't connecting dots well. She was in a gay panic.
(I’m sorry but ‘she was in gay panic’ oh my god that’s beautiful)
Olive swallowed, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. “You- You’re not mad? That I lied to you?”
(I've been waiting forever to use that.)
Myrah shook her head quickly hair falling into her face, "No! Never!"
(That literally made my day omfg)
Olive’s hands reached forward of their own accord, slipping from the Princess’s grip, to push Myrah’s hair out of her gorgeous face. She pulled back immediately, as if she had been scalded. “I-I’m sorry— I need a moment— you’re the Princess— you can’t be doing this with me—“
Myrah grabbed Olive's hands again. Her eyes were wide, "But I want to do this with you. So please. Don't leave me."
Don’t leave me. Olive’s heart broke, just a little. “I- I won’t— I— Princess— you’re- you’re the heir to the throne- I’m not even a knight yet—“
(Also can we hold off on their first kiss? I’m feeling a bit of a slowish burn)
(Totally. Myrah can be pushy at times, though. So just a heads up.)
Myrah let go of her hands and sighed. She glanced back at her painting in progress, "I know. I'll wait though. I'll wait for as long as I have too!"
(Lol no problem)
Olive felt like she was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it. Here was the Princess, here was Myrah, telling her that she would wait. For her. Holding her hands. Kissing her cheek. She could only nod mutely.
Myrah took that graciously as she grabbed a dry bush. She looked at her painting before dipping the brush into her black paint. She was going to give Olive some time.
Olive could have melted with relief right there and then. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in in a failed attempt to calm herself— and that’s when she heart it. Footsteps. Quick as lightning, fueled by panic, she tied up her hair and slammed the helmet back onto her head, jumping up to resume her guard position just as another Knight rounded the corner.
Myrah paid no mind to the knight as she started her silhouettes. Painting a nice layer of black along the bottom edge rounding up along the sides. She did her best not to look back at Olive.
The Knight turned out to be her commander, Sir John Lancaster. Just her luck. Olive saluted crisply, well collected for someone who had just outed herself and almost kissed a Princess.
“Junior Noah Wolfe,” Lancaster greeted with a salute of his own. “Checking in on the guards. Everything running smoothly?”
“Yes sir.”
Myrah listened on their conversation. Little trees, just keep painting pretty little trees. Pine trees, oak trees, oh and a nice little hill with a clearing on top.
The commander nodded crisply. “You are relieved of your duty for today.”
(Skip?)
(Sure!)
(The next morning?)
(Yeah, you start since ya know. Olive's almost always awake before Myrah lol.)
(Yeah lol give me a mo)
(Kk)
Olive arrived at Myrah’s window at least an hour before the sun rose, her mind turbulent. She didn’t know what to, what to think, what to say. She just…. stood there. Waiting.
Myrah woke about an hour later. She sat up in bed and stretched her arms, before rushing to the window and leaning out, "Hello!"
