( cmo ) general rp

[hopes]

play with me! ☆

my character list is here, while my (outdated) rp wishlist is here! go crazy with whatever you wanna throw at me; leave the character you want to thread with in the subject, and i'm cool doing or replying to starters!

body heat / fluff / insomnia / rain / realistic college au / reunion / soulmates / stargazing

Comments

[blackcoats]

Oh!

[her eyes widen as she kind of gets what he's trying to tell her. she doesn't fully understand sign language, but she knows enough to get the general gist; in addition to her intuition, it's probably something she learned a little bit about in an etiquette or policies class, or something of the sort. she'd have thought that would have been something her advisers told her before the two had set off together... hm. in any case, her expression quickly turns apologetic, perhaps with an extra hint of embarrassment persisting from before the revelation.]

I... I didn't know—I'm sorry.

[she doesn't even question it; the reason, to her, isn't important. frowning a bit, she then looks around the area, as if searching for something. she stands up and walks over to the lone desk on the other side of the room, making a small noise of frustration; it seems that she didn't find what she was looking for. she's lost in thought for a second or two before she turns back to him—she's still visibly worried, but at least she looks like she wants to help. she's always put others' needs before her own, after all. it's not exactly the best trait for an heiress apparent to have, but... well, who cares about that now?]

Should I look for some parchment and a quill for you? If that would help—the innkeeper should have something like that at the front...

[gratitude]

[bits and pieces, at least. enough that ... well, she might not understand the exact things of what he's saying, but a general gist of it. hopefully.

he does seem upset. and it's because she didn't know - but it's not her he's upset with, because it's not her fault that she didn't know; somewhere in between the knights and the council, somebody probably should have informed her of it beforehand, because it's kind of an important thing to know; her sole guardian cannot call for help, cannot communicate with her without his hands free.

it has the potential to be a serious problem. but the fact that her first instinct is to look for something for him to write with is a little naive; a lot of knights are not skilled at reading and writing just because a lot of what knights do (i.e. hitting bad mans) doesn't require it, and that's a skill that is largely relegated not only to nobles - but nobles who need it.

rion isn't even a noble, which is unusual enough for a knight... but he does know. it's pretty understandable given his affliction, and her guess is completely on the mark.

he nods enthusiastically - it's a bit like a puppy or something. he's really excited about somebody being that concerned about him, and even moreso that it is THE PRINCESS. because she's you know, a princess. that's a pretty big deal to him, and she is rewarded with the dorkiest, brightest smile that he can manage - which frankly looks weird on a royal knight.]

[blackcoats]

[she smiles and breathes in relief as he responds positively. she kind of made the assumption in her head that, if he can't talk, he probably knows how to write, and she's glad she wasn't wrong. how horrible it would have been otherwise, to not be able to communicate at all... he's at least lucky in that regard, given his circumstances. she won't ask about it further.]

I'll be right back, then. Hold on a moment.

[without waiting for him to react, she already heads out the door of their meager room. impulsiveness has always been a trait that the other nobles had tried hard to quash out of her, but they've never been successful, apparently. all things considered, she's not exactly the best candidate to succeed the throne on paper... but she's the only one the kingdom has.

which, of course, is why they're on this quest at all. so. there's that.

it doesn't take her long to return with some slightly-crumpled pieces of parchment and a small quill. she moves rather quickly for a noble; it probably has something to do with the increased freedom the peasant clothes she has on in place of her usual royal gowns and petticoats allow her. she's never been the biggest fan of formalwear, but she's never really had the choice to wear otherwise. she'll take the small blessings that she can.

her mission complete, she holds the items out to Rion.]

Here. Sorry if they aren't of the quality you might be used to from the kingdom; the innkeeper just let me borrow her bookkeeping spares.

[gratitude]

[this is the point where, if he could have spoken, he would have, because he doesn't like the idea of her going out there by herself. it's not that he doesn't trust her so much as ... he's nervous. this is his job, his duty, and if he fucks it up there's a non-zero chance he is dead, and even if he isn't, he'll think he deserves it. if something were to happen to her he'd beat himself up about it for the rest of his life.

but he can't actually express that it's not that necessary and so he's just going to watch her go. rion takes in a breath, not realizing that he's holding it; what if something happens?

to the surprise of nobody, nothing happens, but he visibly sighs in relief when she returns. it's okay. she's alright. nothing has happened to her, even if he might be hovering over her like she's a newborn kitten or something (mentally, not... literally.) he's grateful, though, and through the worry another big, goofy smile appears on his face; it's there the whole time as he's writing.]

As long as I can write it doesn't matter. Thank you very much.

[... it occurs to him that maybe he should be a bit more thrifty with the ink, but he doesn't want to look like he doesn't know how to write in front of THE PRINCESS.]