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#The soft glow of the spider and the subtle vibrancy of the greens with it is so pretty
korporxie · 4 years
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Prompt 3: Muster
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I usually wake with the sun, where Jun prefers to rise with the afternoon lunch bell ringing if he can. 
The scent of the lagoon weaves its way into the prince’s bedroom on the breeze, rustling through the maples and making the leaves rustle like silk upon a polished floor - subtle, something you might only hear if you’re listening. I breathe in as the morning light kisses my cheek before opening my eyes, slowly.
The first thing I register is that I’m... sore. Not in a bad way, but the prince had spoken to me in shades of red the night before. Stretching my arm out, I suppress a smile at the bite mark on my forearm before glancing over to the culprit in question. And, for a moment, I swear my heart skips a beat. Looking at him will never get easier or old, I expect.
His hair is loose in a puddle of black that ripples and shines in the light, his scales glimmering like pearls, like opals. The beauty of the denizens in the Jade Palace is the stuff of legends, but the people telling those legends don’t even know the half of it. Rolling over onto my side to face him, Jun’s arm tightens briefly around me, as if making sure that I wasn’t slipping away from him. 
Behind his closed lids - his lids, that have just a whisper of lilac hidden in them if you look long enough - are eyes that are vibrant, a bright green that glows and captivates. His lips, so sweetly pressed together, so pretty to behold in their smoothness and color and plumpness, hide canines sharper than the average person’s. Reaching out, I brush his hair back from his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the mark I’d left on his skin the night before - one that I know would wash away once he was in the water that day. 
It has become strange, to wake with the sun, when the moon and stars is holding me in his arms with our limbs tangled, asking me silently to stay. 
As I watch him resting, thanking the kami that no one and nothing had interrupted us the night before and taken him away from me, I muse to myself about the colors he’s started to show me. Before, the world seemed very black and white, with spots of gray, but... Jun has shown me a whole new rainbow, it feels like. I’ve come to see the ways that he loves me in shades. 
When we’re together, at our most intimate, his love colors me in soft pink, in blush, in spider lily red. When he glances at me across a room and his eyes are sly but soft, I see blue like the sky, and when he steals kisses from me when we pass each other in the halls, he presses midnight blue into me, colored with swirls of soft, dark purple when he lingers, when he can’t seem to pull himself away. We sit and laugh together, talking into the night, and the world around me is the same green hue as his sharp, sparkling eyes. 
And when he looks at me, and he smiles for not a reason I can ascertain, it feels as though the world has turned the softest and sweetest shade of pale yellow, to the vibrancy of his mother’s sunflowers. 
It’s only on the rare occasions that Jun is upset with me that I see crimson. And, when he walks at my side, and his eyes are very far away, in a place I can’t see or reach... I see the jade that the palace is so named after. 
Now that he’s asleep, peaceful and regal and elegant, and the room is muted so that we can only hear the lagoon and the breeze and the morning birds, the prince appears to me to be threads of gold, threads of jade, threads of shimmering silver. I know that I should rise from the soft bed, to kiss him and tell him that I’ll see him later in the day, or else chide him for sleeping in when he has princely duties to attend to. I should wash myself and dress, but...
I just can’t bring myself to do it. All I want is to watch him rest, to be peaceful and unworried and at his most vulnerable, knowing how much he trusts me to sleep in his quarters at his side. 
Knowing that he loves me, and by the kami, how much I love him back. 
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