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"F-firm?" Cheeks lit in a faint blush as his hands waved in almost a timid flail. "W-why not something a bit... loose?"
"I--" meekly rubbing the back of his head, he asked. "What do you think would look best?"
"I honestly don't think I have a swimsuit. Wouldn't it be odd for me to go without one?" Asked the male. Being a public figure, to boot, he felt he'd be nothing more than a bother to her if cameras were always in their faces.
"A smile." It certainly does go a long way.
Naturally, he'd been convened, waltzing to her side to check over her well being. "Are you hurt?" An arm swept beneath the female, carrying her close. "Shall I escort you home? Or to a doctor?"
"I've listened to the sounds of an ocean through a shell. I've seldom been to an actual beach, I'm afraid." And when he did, or were remotely close to a beach, the crusade battles left little to no time for relaxation.
That name brought to him such memories. The days his naïveté lead him on conquests shroud in black and white. "He was a great mentor. Almost like a father to me back during the holy order. His strength and wisdom is admirable to this day."
"I don't think my body was built to be that husky." He replied softly, never truly having a problem with his body to any degree. "I appreciate your kindness."
"Well..." he wasn't sure if she knew what he meant. And yet her words brought his cheeks to fluster. "...oui... I'll keep that to mind."
"I know several others. I just fancy lightning more than the rest." He responded humbly.
He knew Jam were a wonderful cook and an even more wonderful friend to him. "I can't turn you down. But please let me know if I overstep my boundaries."
"Very hard to say... I mean to be proud of something is within nature. But to gloat to a point to make yourself seem better than someone else--anything could deplete in its impressiveness."
"And a rich struggle hurts all the same." He responded softly, gently caressing her cheek. "I'd rather not see a period in my life where I contemplate to rival Richard Cory."
--reference from a poem called a Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson.
"I think you'd understand a little more some day..." he wasn't sure how to go about explaining those feelings. Sin wasn't his true concern at the moment.
"None of that matters to me. I'd give it all away should it assure the ones I care for a happy life."
"Quoi?" He'd be lying to say he wasn't curious now, but he did not pry. "Secrets are best when shared with another. I'm sure between friends she'd keep it well."
"I do?" He wasn't sure if it were a thing of upbringing. Perhaps it were, or he'd been overthinking it.
"Fuuraiken served its purpose. I used its magic to save the life of someone precious to us both. It was a sacrifice well made." The weapon didn't make the man. Ky felt he could always improve his swordsmanship and not rely on magic in weaponry.
"Ram is pretty good with keeping secrets, I doubt she'd tell me anything without Sin somehow influencing her to open up." He explain, though curious now. "Why might you ask? Is she feeling alright?"
Mandarin was never truly his strong suit. The Frenchman smiled sincerely, piecing her words by what he thought he knew. What he believed she said was 'you are smart', though beautiful came with the same translation. His features gifted her with a serene smile, hand bestowed to his chest whilst pads examined his hearts pace. "Merci mille, mon belle."
"Tweaking Aquila, I suppose. I've seldom touched it since Magnolia Eclair."
"I've a little time in there, but I'm not much for flaunting it like my son." Their difference in appetite might have also been the difference.
"Yes, even more so to the point he feels the need to patrol your sleeping quarters as you rest."
"? Excusez-moi?" He lifted a brow.
"That's impressive," anyone who could deal with a calorie burning powerhouse like Sin could definitely be with hiring. "I will take that into consideration," his meek smile still felt rather reluctant, especially considering there was an attraction there. What if it evolved into something more?
"Yes, my family derives if French nobility. I've joined the Sacred Order only years after my mother's passing." He tried to recall the situation well. "During the times noble heirs were most probable in being drafted for war. So I haven't seen my home since joining." His adolescent years weren't anything he could recollect; perhaps it was because he left home at an early age he never came off as posh or spoiled as the stereotype.
"Desolé. It's not like I look intentionally." He blushed deeply and palmed at one of his blushing cheeks.
"I'd feel guilty to have you cook for me; I don't think a single person alone could handle Sin's stomach."
He smiled though unsure if he should remain standing still to welcome the embrace or to embrace in return.
Clears throat, blushing deeply. "Because now I know you wear lace and ribbons on Fridays." He looked away, all too ashamed. "Forgive me."
"I recalled 'universal threat' in there at one point, but I'm not sure what he'd placed on you recently. Leo tends have have more than one definition for certain things."
"I'd like to believe salvation even comes to the corrupt."
"He kicked one of my doors down like a caveman. I think I've plenty reason to want to give him a what for." He wasn't even going to get started on their days in the order, back when he could actually say he hated the guy.
"Normally, I wouldn't have a rebuttal but I've seen sides like this in Sin. Curious, yet not knowing better... even an explicit tongue. What can I say? Everything Sol touches turns into corruption in some manner." He couldn't fix Sin; and dear lord this had been twice the hybrid child convinced him to swear. Woe is he.
"I've seen far worse of me in the Global Inquirer." A king to a kingdom did count as celebrity news. Any gossip was easy money for a paparazzo. "If you mean Ramlethal, I cannot take offense. One day she will be my daughter in law. She probably is seeking some insight. She's quite new to the world, you see." He hoped at least.
"What pray tell would make you think myself a perverse man?"
"Dizzy, in various ways, actually. Perhaps that's why I see a lot of myself with Dizzy in her and Sin. I just hope they have no premarital children."
"I said you have beautiful eyes," it wasn't a lie. Jam definitely had one of the most radiant set of brown eyes he's ever seen.
Oceanic eyes widened in reaction to such a question. Did people really do such things? Blushing profusely, the male responded. "I believe it'd be sinful to photograph our gestures of intimacy... and as for experience..." a shy chuckle. It was more a battle if any.
"I don't think the workers in the kitchen are what I'd designate as a personal chef." He replied meekly. "Though a hired culinary artist wouldn't hurt during business trips."
"Oui," he smiled thinking what he could say in that moment. He sought inspiration from her eyes. "Tu as de beaux yeux."
"Between Royal Fleet One and Castle Illyria, I'm not quite sure. I'd say the castle simply due to how much damage it receives in disputes."
Brows lifted corresponding the clarification. He didn't want to act suddenly and startle the latter in even deeper a fluster, so he tried not to make any movements that might set her off in flee. "Not once have I ever thought you anything less of beautiful. You're even more so when your cheeks rival the tint of that Qipao."
Blue-green optics settled contently onto the female. Lips curled almost sheepish to ask what she meant. "It'd be unjust of me not to gaze to the person I'm addressing."
"Continue on as I am, I suppose. But, it is overcoming fear which makes one stronger."
"Well, I fear what she is capable of. But, it would never lead to a point I would be afraid of approaching her."
"I believe someone needs a mouthful of detergent."
"I think the name suits him. Do you not?"
"...." brows rose. "Heh... that thing..." as if the tail didn't take some getting used to. "Well, honestly... I wouldn't think Sin would be conceived." His poor human body would have been torn apart. As he recalled that thing was a weapon that stabbed through many comrades during the crusades.
Such a question shocked him. The tea he'd sip upon travelled down the wrong windpipe, thus rendering the monarch to a coughing fit. Head hung low and a wave of the hand beckoned for mercy. "L-let's not go down that road. I hardly think Sin is capable of /those/ thoughts." Plus he was too young to be a grandfather.
Who could take down such a humbled request? Ky had always felt an appeal towards the female. Perhaps one would call it love. While he stilled his racing heart, he smiled. "I'd be delighted to visit you more."
Timid utterance piqued the Frenchman to smiling. Had he not expressed it well? Ky may have to go over methods of demonstrating. Alas, he nods in confirmation. "Yes. I see you very special to me."
Ky was a very considerate man. Fighting and hoping for the smiles of many came natural to him. Aside family, he loved the people--even to those he had never met. Should his world be built in tranquility, perhaps his love for humanity would have been more vast. Undoubtedly, he felt the female had been referring to something more intimate; a different sort of importance.
"Well, I apologize if my list is rather vast, even then:" muses the Frenchman, motioning a hand to embrace her smaller soft. The little, smaller soft in such beautiful contrast to his own. He'd be curious how such tender hands could pack such a powerful blow. His eyes now lifted, collected the depths of Hazel embers, endowing his words of truth.
"The truest person of importance usually ends up being the one whom is not confidence in their impact on people. Miss Jam, might I ask if you're aware of how special you are to me?" This being his answer, to the finest degree.
"Does tea particularly count as a something you prepared for me? If not, I am a fan of Mei Fun, I believe that is what it is called."
"Rather late for this, but I suppose I will answer again. I wish to establish a closer relationship with my son, Sin. I'd like to hear him call me 'dad' more."
"There are many insurance programs we can offer to you in Illyria. We will go upon the details of which is best based on restaurant size and monthly wages." He smiles.
"I would love a physician for Dizzy and Sin. I have my trust you'd take care of them?"
"I am not. With being King, it limits my ability to work in the force, so I had to set my retirement." At the young age of twenty seven no less.
"It's nothing too big," he expressed with a soft smile to the features. "I would just hope to make it to a point where Sin always calls me 'dad'."
"You can say I am curious about a few things. But what I am curious about might need to be in the hands of a scientist."
Taken aback, the Illyrian King stepped backward to attain a safe distance. "Why is it you ask?" Surely he hadn't caught on to his changes.
"I would have to check up on Ramlethal, first and foremost. I recall her sister being rather infatuated to Sin for some reason." The last thing he needed were two super powers clashing. This worries him more. What would become of Sin to know yet another danger passed Ramlethal's way? "I should... get to checking on her, now. Excuse me."
Clears his throat, though the intrusive blush to his features did not wane. "I made sure of it that Dizzy covers up appropriately." To some degree, at least.
"I've been victim of some heavy tracks. Not really good to play around fine ceramic. Therefore I pass." The male thus blinks curiously. "Raw? Is that not a bad thing?"
"Sunday is the day of rest and worship as they say in the church." He smiled softly.
"I usually kept my hair short until it began to grow too frequently for me to manage. I'd cut it more, but Dizzy enjoys combing through it."
Blue-green optics shifted in aversion to the female's examination. Index lightly etching at the curve of his cheek, Ky responds sheepishly. "I healed more graceful than I would imagine." Several shots. He didn't think he'd be walking without some trauma. He hadn't even told everyone else yet.
"Yes. I am well. Please do not worry about me." He expressed, drawing her gradually into a hug. One thing he would never tolerate was being the center of one's dismay.
".... well," arms crossed. "Politics." He thinks he's had enough of that on a daily basis.
"Before you, you see a human," he expressed with a soft frown presented to the lips. Hands offered a touch of sincerity as he held her own. "Right now, there are changes my body has been going through that I am not sure about. If I told you that I've died that day... you'd believe me?"
Gazing upon the younger in a moment of silence. Worry washed over his countenance. Well, truth be told he'd lived with her for a while before marriage prior to allowing her in the safe hands of the Jellyfish Pirates. He'd always been a man of restraint. "... shall I call a doctor?"
"Well the reason I live is rather difficult to explain as well," he was amazed even places he'd thought such woulda would eternally scar had waned. "If I told you that I've changed, would you see me as I am?"
An interesting question. Ky found himself stumped, searching for an answer. "I honestly cannot tell. My servants usually vacate me from the area when doing routine cleaning. But I also do clean up after myself." Though it was nice to see Dizzy take initiative, insisting the servants to take it easy every now and then. "I hope it doesn't wear them out." He missed his quaint little home at times.
"I like the idea of helping people. That being said, I don't need this position to follow my dream." It had been clear to him for years now. Perhaps even those times his contemplating to run for the position left him in hesitation.
"The cathedral usually sets me at ease. If not on a spiritual standpoint, I fancy my study."
"It's not food, but a fountain would be nice. The type with the goldfish swimming in it."
He could voice his reason for his content nature. In gazing into her vivid hazels and embracing her smile to heart, Ky responds in just as fond a tone. "I have learned to embrace the beauty in life is all."
So many different types to choose. Ky were practically in awe just thinking of the variety. He decided to name one from each place he's visited. "Earl Grey. Green tea. White tea. Chamomile. Sakura tea." Sakura tea was the most interesting he's had. But in thinking he came up with an idea. "Would you like to go to the colony with me? We can try bubble tea."
Humored by her enthusiasm, the blonde nodded, knowing what she meant. "C'est bon."
"Bon..." he thought about it for a moment and recalled. "Ah. Bonjour. It is a French greeting for good day. If it were evening I would have said bonsoir."
The king smiled softly in thought of the relation. "I do. She brings out the best in Sin and makes Dizzy smile. I'm just waiting for the proposal."
"I've never been affected by her grin, to be honest." The only thing he could really express a unnerving expression from to his knowledge being his experiences with Zappa, solely because he had no true answer to what he'd been going through.
"I am a fan of Earl Grey myself. However, it isn't the matter of the best tea. It's more how you have tea, you see." Fine teas were usually composed in a pot of leaves--never bags. The ambiance and fine elements stimulate the senses more.
"Posture is important as well. Never lean to take a sip. Your back must always be straight when applying small sips. Savor the flavor; add milk and sugar, if you fancy. Compliment it with a scone or macaroon, even a croissant, if you will and I assure you a pleasurable tea drinking experience."
A hand postured to his cheek, adorning a soft smile. "Well, if I told you, it might be a humorous result." Best not to go down that road.
He wasn't really sure what he could say now. These days had been the pinnacle of his vocation. "I did have a dream that came true. To become a knight and protect people." In ways, a King still held that responsibility, therefore he were content.
"I enjoy drinking tea in my solitude." While it were fun to enjoy with others, sometimes it just allowed him to think and clear his mind.