[Thread] In The Land of the Morning Star
Characters: AU!Beryl [PGSM], OU!Jadeite [PGSM]
Where: Ci-Pente, "transformed" into the Earth Kingdom.
When: During the Hope Plot~! ♥
Summary: Jadeite and Beryl's shared Hope
Warnings: Utter cuteness. No really.
He called her Beryl, as if that was what he had always called her, as if he had never knelt in front of her as her subordinate, called her Beryl-sama with the utmost respect. He called her Beryl, murmuring gently, lips brushing her ear ever so lightly as he spoke. He had woken laying behind her in their bed, morning light filtering in through the curtains.
He smiled slightly. She could be so stubborn in the mornings.. He lifted a hand, brushing her mussed, curly hair back from her face. His fingertips ran along her shoulder a kiss following his hand there, down her bare arm where he lay another kiss gently on the back of her hand. He pushed the covers back and rose then. The blonde pushed the curtains back from the doors leading to the balcony, and stood there for a moment, observing the dew on the roses that had climbed up over part of the stone railing. Birds twittered, their calls reaching faintly through the closed doors. Another smile from the man, because he no longer entirely kept that boyish look.
He took a seat on the bed's edge, leaning over the woman that slept there and watching her. He had a feeling she was awake. He would humor her a moment longer (there was no harm in observing her beauty a moment longer.)
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and that smile widened slightly. "Come in," he called, because he knew who it was. The door opened, and at first, it seemed somehow no one had been there. But then a small, rounded face poked in, freckled and framed with bright red curls. Another face, similar but more feminine and with golden curls followed, poking out above the boy's head. "Don't shove me," the man on the bed heard the boy mutter.
The two children entered, and the boy bowed politely. "Papa," the little girl greeted with a curtsy. The two glanced to each other, and then ran straight for the bed to pounce on their mother's side, formalities wholly aside.
Where: Ci-Pente, "transformed" into the Earth Kingdom.
When: During the Hope Plot~! ♥
Summary: Jadeite and Beryl's shared Hope
Warnings: Utter cuteness. No really.
He called her Beryl, as if that was what he had always called her, as if he had never knelt in front of her as her subordinate, called her Beryl-sama with the utmost respect. He called her Beryl, murmuring gently, lips brushing her ear ever so lightly as he spoke. He had woken laying behind her in their bed, morning light filtering in through the curtains.
He smiled slightly. She could be so stubborn in the mornings.. He lifted a hand, brushing her mussed, curly hair back from her face. His fingertips ran along her shoulder a kiss following his hand there, down her bare arm where he lay another kiss gently on the back of her hand. He pushed the covers back and rose then. The blonde pushed the curtains back from the doors leading to the balcony, and stood there for a moment, observing the dew on the roses that had climbed up over part of the stone railing. Birds twittered, their calls reaching faintly through the closed doors. Another smile from the man, because he no longer entirely kept that boyish look.
He took a seat on the bed's edge, leaning over the woman that slept there and watching her. He had a feeling she was awake. He would humor her a moment longer (there was no harm in observing her beauty a moment longer.)
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and that smile widened slightly. "Come in," he called, because he knew who it was. The door opened, and at first, it seemed somehow no one had been there. But then a small, rounded face poked in, freckled and framed with bright red curls. Another face, similar but more feminine and with golden curls followed, poking out above the boy's head. "Don't shove me," the man on the bed heard the boy mutter.
The two children entered, and the boy bowed politely. "Papa," the little girl greeted with a curtsy. The two glanced to each other, and then ran straight for the bed to pounce on their mother's side, formalities wholly aside.