Court of Darkness: Whispers of the Heart
Characters: Toa X MC (MC named Cassandra)
Word Count: ~ 1000
Description: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.
From Anonymous: Dialogue Story Request “Will you let me style your hair for you?”
Whispers of the Heart
The sun casts a warm, dappled glow through the dense forest canopy as Toa and I venture deeper into the woods. Hours of searching have taken us through brambles and brush, ferns and trees, fueled by determination and a hint of excitement. Toa, always focused and steadfast, has a certain elegance in the way he moves. Even in the heart of nature, his princely aura remains undeniable.
“Are you sure this is the right path?” I ask, a touch of uncertainty in my voice.
He turns to me, his azure eyes meeting mine with a reassuring gaze. “Indeed, I have meticulously examined the map, and our current course is precisely aligned with our intended path.”
I nod, placing my trust in his judgment. Toa is known for his impeccable attention to detail and his dedication to his duties. And yet, beneath his composed exterior, I sense a depth that calls to my heart. The truth is, I've fallen hopelessly, devotedly, and unrequitedly in love with him.
After what feels like an eternity of searching, we stumble into a clearing, and Toa's deep blue eyes light up with a mixture of triumph and anticipation. "This is it," he breathes from beside me.
I follow his gaze to the center of the clearing, where the rare, delicate flower we've been seeking rests. Its petals display a captivating shade of purple, vibrant and enchanting, as if from another world. Although to me this is all another world.
“It’s magnificent,” I whisper, moving closer to Toa.
He kneels and plucks the flower delicately, his movements both graceful and deliberate. "This blossom is said to possess unique healing properties. It's highly sought after in the healing arts."
As he holds the flower, an urge, an impulse, grows within me. Taking a step closer, I find myself standing in front of him, looking at his hair, frazzled by our search. His azure eyes meet mine with a hint of surprise as I kneel down, my hand extending toward his face.
"Toa, your hair’s gotten a bit messy during our search," I murmur, my voice hushed and nervous. “Will you let me style your hair for you?” It's a chance to be close to him in a way I've always longed for, after all. A flutter of excitement and anxiety swirls within me as I await his response.
He blinks, momentarily taken aback by my sudden proximity and unusual request. His typically composed expression wavers ever so slightly, uncertainty flickering in his beautiful blue eyes as they meet mine. "I typically employ magic for such purposes," he replies, his tone more reserved than usual.
“On earth, we use our hands,” I respond softly, my hand hovering near his cobalt locks.
Toa continues to regard me, those enigmatic eyes holding mine. "If you believe it necessitates attention," he concedes, his voice regaining its smooth and controlled cadence.
Relieved that he's agreed, I smile and take a deep breath, summoning the courage to proceed. Gently, my fingers find their way into his hair, each strand beneath my touch even more lustrous up close. The cobalt hue is truly captivating.
“Your hair is so beautiful,” the words escape me without forethought. Toa's gaze meets mine briefly before he looks away, a subtle hint of bashfulness coloring his demeanor. My heart flutters at the sight.
As I weave my fingers through his hair, arranging it with a natural ease that surprises even myself, I sense Toa subtly leaning into my touch. I wonder if he finds this experience as enjoyable as I do. Glancing at him, I catch his dark blue eyes lingering on me, a mixture of intrigue and something deeper simmering beneath the surface.
"Alright, that should do it," I announce, my voice a tad unsteady as I finish.
My fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary, the unspoken tension between us palpable. Toa's gaze seems to intensify, an expression I can't quite decipher dancing in his eyes. As I finally withdraw my hands, it's as if I'm pulling away from a piece of my own heart.
"You have a deft touch," Toa remarks, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand extends, fingers grazing my cheek. I can feel the chill of his touch against my skin, and I instinctively lean into it, my heart racing.
"I'm glad you liked it," I manage, my cheeks warm beneath his cool touch.
Toa's hand gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his actions tender and deliberate. "Cassandra," he begins, his voice steady, "there is something I wish to convey." His gaze meets mine, suffused with a tenderness that makes my heart skip a beat.
His eyes search mine, emotions flickering within their depths. My heart races as a rush of emotions envelops me.
Without another word, Toa leans in, bridging the distance between us. In that suspended moment, his lips meet mine in a gentle, tender kiss that speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of the feelings we've both been harboring.
When he draws back, a faint blush colors his cheeks, and a small smile graces his lips. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admits, his voice a soft murmur.
When he pulls away, his cheeks are tinged with a faint blush, and a small smile plays on his lips. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admits, his voice a soft murmur.
"Me too," I reply, a sense of happiness and relief washing over me.
"From the very moment we crossed paths, there was an inexplicable pull you held over me," Toa continues, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "Your virtues, your unwavering strength, your boundless compassion—each facet of your being has woven an irresistible tapestry that has captured my heart.”
My heart swells with a mixture of joy and vulnerability as his words sink in. I gaze into his eyes, my own reflecting the depth of my feelings. "Toa," I whisper, my voice barely audible yet filled with conviction, "I've been feeling the same way. Your presence, your selflessness, your kind heart, it all drew me in from the very start."
His smile deepens, a genuine warmth emanating from the beautiful expression on his face. "Then perhaps fate has guided us to this moment, where our hearts finally find their voice," Toa replies, his hand finding mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
In the heart of the forest, surrounded by nature's beauty and our blossoming emotions, the whispers of our hearts have finally been heard. Our lips meet once more, a silent promise of the wonderful moments yet to come together.
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Fenn: OK Treasure, then let’s discuss OTHER places we do it besides our bed!
MC: L-let’s not Fenn…
Fenn: *Gestures to window* Like that bench outside the courtyard!
Lynt: *Eyes pop open* I sleep on that bench.
Fenn: So have we, repeatedly!
Fenn: And on the teacher’s desk in room 106!
*Toa and Roy look at one another, horrified*
Knight: You rakehell! Toa teaches there!
Grayson: As does Prince Roy. *Blushes*
Toa: I thought the desk looked in disarray last week.
Roy: Oh Creator, those desk stains were NOT from tea. I-if you will excuse me…*Leaves S:Rank lounge to wash his hands*
MC: Oh God…
Fenn: That’s what you said repeatedly Treasure on this couch while on top of Guy’s jacket!
Guy: …
Jasper: *Wordlessly takes jacket off Guy and leaves the lounge to launder it*
Fenn: Well, MC and I are off to our love nest! Which one is anyone’s guess!
Everyone Else: …
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