( cmo ) general rp

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

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[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.]