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Cast: Daisy, Marfth
Date: 11/24
Synopsis: Marth's not going home for the holidays, but there is a certain princess he hasn't gone to see for a while. So perhaps he'll just go tell her how thankful he is for her instead...
Warnings: It's Marth. No.
Since when had he gotten into the habit of neglecting his comrades? Marth knew it was entirely unlike him. He'd known it from the moment that he stopped posting to the entry. He read everything that was going on, but up until Milimili's return and Gold's announcement of the dead, he hadn't bothered to utter a word. He wanted to think he was better than that. But he really didn't know who to talk to, or why he should be doing any talking in the first place.
What did he really have to say? That his heart had pretty much been torn out of his chest and was being held prisoner? That sounded far too flamboyant, even for him. In fact, he thought it sounded downright pathetic. Besides, a married man wasn't supposed to be thinking about giving his heart to anyone else anyway. So he'd been riddled with guilt and unsure of what to do with himself, he decided a distraction was in order.
A distraction of the brunette kind. Princess Daisy, the girl he likened to his own younger sister, the girl who was interested in sports and the olympics. He stared at the door to her room for a few moments, before lifting a hand to fix his tiara and then straightening out his tunic. Perhaps he never would change, after all. Ever the professional emperor.
And then he knocked.
Date: 11/24
Synopsis: Marth's not going home for the holidays, but there is a certain princess he hasn't gone to see for a while. So perhaps he'll just go tell her how thankful he is for her instead...
Warnings: It's Marth. No.
Since when had he gotten into the habit of neglecting his comrades? Marth knew it was entirely unlike him. He'd known it from the moment that he stopped posting to the entry. He read everything that was going on, but up until Milimili's return and Gold's announcement of the dead, he hadn't bothered to utter a word. He wanted to think he was better than that. But he really didn't know who to talk to, or why he should be doing any talking in the first place.
What did he really have to say? That his heart had pretty much been torn out of his chest and was being held prisoner? That sounded far too flamboyant, even for him. In fact, he thought it sounded downright pathetic. Besides, a married man wasn't supposed to be thinking about giving his heart to anyone else anyway. So he'd been riddled with guilt and unsure of what to do with himself, he decided a distraction was in order.
A distraction of the brunette kind. Princess Daisy, the girl he likened to his own younger sister, the girl who was interested in sports and the olympics. He stared at the door to her room for a few moments, before lifting a hand to fix his tiara and then straightening out his tunic. Perhaps he never would change, after all. Ever the professional emperor.
And then he knocked.