‘ i see , so i’m carrying myself . . . perhaps my taste in servants is flawed . ’
one arm raises up to wrap around the back of his neck — the other grabbing onto his wrist giving his arm a tug until it’s behind the bottom of her thighs .
‘ now lift , aldeberan . ’
“ Waiting. Come on, up and in my arm as you want. “
The smack had little effect, he’s gotten very, very… VERY used to the vibration of his helmet around his skull.
priscilla closes her fan , lifting it to bump it against his helmet .
‘ the next time you decide you’d rather be a jester — consider the change after you’ve followed my commands . ’
“ It’s called a joke, lighten up sometime… it’s good for a noble lady to understand sarcasm and humorous jokes. “
He was waiting, in reality as she well knew from the several times he’s carried her before, his arm alone can support her without too much hassle or discomfort.
‘ so you’d throw me over your shoulder ? is your arm really so weak that you’d have to use your body ? ’
a small tilt to her head .
‘ if thats the case i’d rather you get on all 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 and crawl with me on your back . ’
“ If you wanna’ be carried around like you’re a sack of potatoes, be my guest. Havin’ one arm sorta’ limits how one can lift a lady, Priscilla. “
That lone, muscular right arm of his was ready regardless.
‘ you have little faith in my kindness , you haven’t done anything to warrant my wrath today . ’
a smirk , quickly covered by her fan .
‘ you will carry me . ’
@SUNPRlNCESS “ I’m gonna’ go out on a limb here and assume a hefty amount of random physical damage is comin’ my way real fast. “
Regardless, he does not refuse the order and steps close, steeling himself for whatever she may have decided to enact, coming.
it wasn’t long before he was lead straight to her quarters , a place she took VERY few people .
‘ now , shall we try our things on ? ’
a smirk from over her shoulder — motioning for him to shut her door .
‘ we’re going now , before i lose interest . . . but don’t think that means your day is nearing it’s end . ’
priscilla answers , leading him to her manor — all of their bags in his hands of course . . . a servant scurrying to open the door for them in al’s stead. ++
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⠀⠀⠀Like walking on eggshells, his words needed to be measured before uttered, yet was so careless with them. It is lucky he did not get anything for it. That said, those were truly his feelings. Once he thought them, there was no going back.
Her complicity was
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