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“Shoutout to fatalaftershock and aqualad-garth for being great writers, really IC and converting me to the Aquaterra ship. It’s now my OTP.”
[[Haha well that would be me and Albany (the girl who rps Terra). We both joined our rp group around the same time so we kinda just clung to each other and made our characters hang out and then we were like …hm they actually make a good couple.]]
The second Prince Garth gestured towards the bed, Tara plopped down on the mattress with a small smile and restraining the urge to raise an eyebrow at him. The door slammed shut behind him, the immediate click of the door echoing around the room before silence followed. Tara waited all of a minute before she jumped to her feet. Her gray skirts swishing against her ankles as she strode towards the closet, she bit back the slight nip of guilt at searching through the prince’s belongings but—hey, she needed money once she left the palace.
After looking through the closet and the subsequent drawers and other corners of the room, Tara sat back down on the bed with absolutely nothing at hand and a scowl etched on her lips. Once the door creaked open and Prince Garth returned, the promised warm meal at hand, the expression fell away, quickly replaced by a wide smile. She jumped to her feet once more and stopped herself from plucking the bowl of soup from his hands.
"Thank you!" She laughed and forgoing restraint, grabbed the bowl and nodded at him. She sat back down at the edge of the bed and began to take sips of the soup with the spoon, beginning at first with one small spoonful but then she dug in, unable to control herself at the first taste of good food in weeks.
And then she was staring down at an empty bowl, eyes wide for a second before a sheepish smile followed. She looked towards the prince and shrugged a thin shoulder. “I, uh, guess I was hungrier than I thought. But really, thank you so much. This was really nice of you.”
"You’re welcome," he smiled when she took the bowl. A quick scan of the room didn’t indicate that anything was missing, but he’d have to take a better look later when the girl left. In his head, Prince Garth said a mental prayer that he hadn’t been wrong to trust her.
He lowered himself to the ground and sat Indian style, watching in awe as she ate so fast. The floor was no place for a prince, but as he learned in his upbringing, sitting on a bed with a girl was completely inappropriate unless you were courting (With the exceptions of his friends from the neighboring kingdoms, Princesses Kori and Raven, they’d been friends since birth so it was somewhat permitted).
"You’re welcome," he said again when she finished. "It was the least I could do."
"Yes, I’m real."
"P-Please," he pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket and presented it to the hero. "S-Sign this for my son! H-He’s a big fan he has action figures of you and he’d just love it!"
"No problem," Aqualad smiled at the fish. "Do you got a pen?"
Try the gray stuff, it’s delicious. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes!
Each pokemon to understand the power that’s inside!
Tie your napkin ‘round your neck.
Keep your eyes open.
No, noooo, no.