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writetomyheart2013-04-30 10:34 pm
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[team 1] oath
Crazy_otaku911 is still having laptop troubles and skipping. Also I wanted to say a quick thank to Team 1 for being really good and watching the community and knowing when it's your turn or poking the next person. It's really helpful as I've been busy recently and it's a relief. And now as tiny shiritori as it's all I could manage.
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Agreeing plays no part in it. It makes no difference to Tamamori if he agrees with the orders or not, they’re orders nonetheless, orders he swore an oath to follow when he joined The Prince’s guard as a Knight and that’s all that matters. Prince Miyata could order them to charge forward to certain death on the battlefield and Tamamori would without a pause or a question.
Not that Tamamori has faced any wars yet with which to test his honour and loyalty against. Prince Miyata keeps the peace and Tamamori can’t remember the last day he drew his sword for anything other than a tournament.
“Is it an order?” Tamamori asks, hoping it is, hoping it will be easier to hide his own wants and honesty under the guise of following a dictate.
“No.” The Prince responds, fingertips still brushing along the soft skin of Tamamori’s wrist. The touch too weak a grip to hold Tamamori there yet gentle enough to encourage him to do so on free will. “Only stay the night if you want.”
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Agreeing plays no part in it. It makes no difference to Tamamori if he agrees with the orders or not, they’re orders nonetheless, orders he swore an oath to follow when he joined The Prince’s guard as a Knight and that’s all that matters. Prince Miyata could order them to charge forward to certain death on the battlefield and Tamamori would without a pause or a question.
Not that Tamamori has faced any wars yet with which to test his honour and loyalty against. Prince Miyata keeps the peace and Tamamori can’t remember the last day he drew his sword for anything other than a tournament.
“Is it an order?” Tamamori asks, hoping it is, hoping it will be easier to hide his own wants and honesty under the guise of following a dictate.
“No.” The Prince responds, fingertips still brushing along the soft skin of Tamamori’s wrist. The touch too weak a grip to hold Tamamori there yet gentle enough to encourage him to do so on free will. “Only stay the night if you want.”
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ROSIEEEEEEE *rolls around*
of course he'll stay the night (／∇ ＼)
gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh (／∇ ＼)
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I know Miyata's play isn't set in medeval times but I love imagining them as a classic prince and knight. Tama scaring off all of Prince Miyata's possible arranged marriages to Princesses.
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♥
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...honestly, woman. my mouth's still hanging open because feelings and aslkdfhskj *___________* #dead ♥♥♥