♕ A Dream ~ of the Future ♕

[timesguardian]

Warnings: Um, none that I can think of
Effects: Possible nervousness, trepidation followed by surprise
Privacy: None
Other: Accompaniment

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[hides_thedagger]

[Well, there is a slightly embarrassment in his eyes, but Dastan tries to hide it with that famous smirk of his]

Already dreaming of our wedding day, Princess?

[He actually has to bite his tongue to keep him from making a remark regarding how she should probably look forward more to their wedding night then their wedding day...]

[timesguardian]

[You can shut it, Prince. Hence the glare in her eyes.]

Ironically, it wasn't you to whom I was betrothed before your escapades in my city, Dastan.

[hides_thedagger]

[There's that usual smirk on his lips again]

And yet, it is I you dream of being bound to. I suppose that says enough, would you not say?

[timesguardian]

[Tamina crosses her arms and primly sniffs.]

I can just as easily attribute it to being here and in your proximity, Prince Dastan. I certainly can't ignore your snoring, which can be heard from down the hall.

[She's teasing, though. And giving you grief because she can.]

[hides_thedagger]

[Dastan gives her his best pout, although his blue eyes are shining with mirth]

And here I thought you were actually enjoying being around me. I am wounded Princess.

[But then his smirk blooms fully on his lips again]

That is when I am not awakened by your moaning. And since you are dreaming of me, I am starting to think that you are not only dreaming of our wedding day....

[timesguardian]

[The Princess is unamused. Well, outwardly.]

Yes, I can see you're suffering horribly.

[But her cheeks flame to the Prince's latter words and she squawks, launching a pillow at him, as it's the first thing that comes readily to hand.]

I am not, you insufferable cretin! That's...disgusting, Dastan!

[hides_thedagger]

I will survive my torment, Princess, I promise.

[He easily ducks her girly throw and laughs, enjoying for a moment her offended expression]

[timesguardian]

Oh, I've no doubt you will. [Her eyes narrow somewhat and she scowls at him.] Most bugs can survive anything, after all. Save a good swat.

[Then Tamina leans back and cocks an eyebrow.]

You know...you could offer something substantial, Dastan. Perhaps comfort the grieving princess, hm?

[hides_thedagger]

[Oh no. He's seen that expression before. Last time she looked at him like that, she tried to kill him to get the Dagger back. Not going to happen.

Still, he smirks, playing her game for a moment]

Oh, truly? So you will not be offended if I come to your room to wake you up at night and comfort you, Princess? Because I will, if it is you ask of me...

[timesguardian]

Well, I'd have thought you gentleman enough to do so in the first place, Prince.

But, seldom as it occurs, I have been wrong before.

[hides_thedagger]

And here I thought the right thing to do was to give you space and privacy, Princess. I do have to admit that I am not sure I truly understand what you need.

[timesguardian]

Hmph, and here I thought you adored me more than that, Prince.

[hides_thedagger]

[He smirks lightly]

Oh, but I do, Princess. But I have also learned to be more than careful around you, lest I want to be whacked on the head again.

[timesguardian]

What, is the Lion of Persia afraid? Of me? Tsk!