[ with their hard-earned prize cradled in her hands and the little seelies still distracted babbling with each other, no doubt discussing the story and its endearing details, lumine slips away towards childe. to say she's soaked in sweat is an understatement, hair and clothes annoyingly sticking to her skin. but a shower can wait until they're out of this place—or until she can find a lake she can jump in.

her lips twist at his grin, a sigh escaping her when he suddenly starts teasing her. nice, just nice. ]

No, it's a fairy tale I read in another world.

[ the tale of a sleeping princess and the knight or prince who wakes her up with a true love's kiss. it's cheesy, it's cliched, but it works, she supposes. what little girl or boy doesn't want to be a princess or prince?

she carefully peels off the gloves from her hands, wrapping them around the fragment like a little net or carrier of sorts. ]

Though I suppose it would've been an interesting change in pace if I were the one to be saved, for once.