fandomhighdorms | The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [10/21].

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

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"Then it's okay," Sidon said, realizing at that moment that he'd been untruthful, even if he hadn't meant to have been. He did have an idea, and it was more than just faint, but he hadn't known it until he was now faced with his own options, and how they might correspond to hers. "I can adapt. I'm very good at that, you know, adapting, and I've had an astonishing amount of practice since coming here as well."

He smiled a little, certain that if he could adapt to winter, he could adapt to...this.

He'd rather not have to, but if he did, he would do it with the same determination and gust he applied to everything in his life.

"But, I must propose this to you first: what if you do, and it is what I want, too?"

He figured there was about a fifty-fifty chance on that one, and he'd been more optimistic on smaller odds before!

"Then I'll know I'm dreaming," Vette countered, looking up at him in something that was very nearly a challenge.

A little too terrified, somewhere deep down, to be a challenge.

"More kissing? Swimming lessons. You and me maybe... getting to know one another better. Not just about our people. Us." She tapered off, afraid to dare ask for more. Clearly just kind of... sitting on the rest of it.

There was enough of a challenge in there to make Sidon almost feel a little disappointed that she didn't wind up taking him up on it. He had a feeling she'd have been pleasantly surprised, although that did seem to be Vette's default setting around him more often than not.

Which wasn't a complaint in the slightest.

"I think," he said, "that that is an excellent start."

And he grinned, because if she thought that could possibly be all, then he was afraid he might just have to inform her that she was sorely mistaken. His newly soaring confidence at the moment simply wouldn't adapt to just that without at least a little effort on his part.

"But I do have to wonder: is that more kissing now or later?"

Start. Just like that. Not 'an excellent start,' but 'an excellent start.'

Like the beginning of something.

"That depends," she said, smiling that little lopsided smile again. "Is kissing all you want? Or did you have more than what I listed off in mind?"

And there stood another shining example of exactly why Sidon liked Vette so damn much. She'd noticed the difference.

"Not all, no," he said, matching her grin, then surpassing it again, because he just couldn't help it. "Though I cannot deny that it is certainly up there. All of the things you mentioned are, with...perhaps...one...small...but crucial addition..."

"And which addition might that be?"

Look, a girl had to ask.

Like, desperately, she had to ask. Because if she didn't ask and didn't get an answer and had to come up with the rest of it all on her own, she was probably going to just panic and turn into a puddle and die right here on the spot. And that would be a tragic end to that amazing dream, right there.

"This," Sidon said, his grin finally going a bit crooked and staying there, as he brushed his thumb against her cheek again. "Your smile. I want to see your smile more. I...spend far too much time just thinking about it, and not nearly enough time getting to see it."

Vette opened her mouth, and for a moment she was half terrified she was about to turn into a bird again, because the only sound she really managed was something a bit like a squeak. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and tried again.

"Y-you do?"

Hello, Sidon, you've just reduced the poor girl's thought processes to mush and goo. She might never recover, but what a way to go.

"I do," Sidon assured her with a faint nod, serious for a moment, it seemed, but the moment was chased away quickly with another smile, another faint laugh. "It''s terribly distracting, you know! It's going to absolutely wreak havoc on my studies!"

Something he did not sound bothered about at all.

"Your studies, huh?" Vette couldn't help but laugh a little at that. She had the sneaking suspicion that Sidon was about as worried about his grades as she was about her own. "And which studies might those be? I'll be extra careful to not smile when you're doing classwork, I promise."

It was impressive how well she could pull a serious face on a moment's notice, even if there was still clearly amusement in her eyes.

The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [10/21].

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