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Another bit from Savior.
Title: Masked Princess
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Favorite character (Kunzite)--Fairy Tale
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
It should not be taking so much work, as far as Zoisite was concerned, to seduce his husband.
Three years had left him slightly taller but no more masculine, which might have been helped by his tendency to wear dresses when not in uniform. Only recently had he been going out of his way to attract Kunzite’s attention, though.
Zoisite growled. He knew Kunzite found him attractive. Kunzite was, he thought privately, his fairy tale prince. Except in they fell in love then got married and the princess didn’t have to beat sense into the prince’s head in the stories.
Nephrite burst out laughing as though he could hear Zoisite’s thoughts. Zoisite glared at him; from the way his eyes were going back and forth between his two fellow Shitennou, they were thinking about the same thing.
“Stop laughing and pay attention,” Jadeite snapped at his inattentive sparring partner.
“But Kunzite’s just so pretty,” he whined theatrically. Zoisite couldn’t begrudge Nephrite his flippancy, since he was after all dallying with half the ladies of the court.
Kunzite hmphed and crossed his velvet-clad arms. “The sooner you finish practicing, the sooner you too can get dressed for the ball.”
The ball, Zoisite thought romantically. Kunzite had no interest whatsoever in the point of a mask ball, so he knew exactly what he was wearing.
Zoisite, meanwhile, magically lightened his hair to a golden blonde that went with a frilly pink dress that would normally have clashed terribly with his coloring. None of his skin was showing, between the long lacy skirt and sleeves and his golden mask.
There were no heralds tonight, so he did not to indulge in his usual game of seeing whether he’d be announced as Lord or Lady Zoisite tonight. The heralds were not all in agreement about it.
He danced through the crowd, occasionally accepting a dance with a young nobleman. He was tempted to go over to the dais to greet poor, bored-looking Prince Endymion, but he may well have already been asleep and Zoisite didn’t want to give himself away.
Zoisite caught sight of Kunzite leaving the royal dais, which meant Endymion really was asleep. He fixed an eye on him and made his way over.
“Hello Zoisite.”
Zoisite practically staggered under the weight of his disappointment. “How did you recognize me?”
“By how you walk. Why, was I not supposed to?”
“Mm,” Zoisite growled, not sure whether he meant to say yes or no.
The clock bell struck. Eleven, not twelve, but it still meant the magic was over. “I’m leaving.”
“Zoisite, why are you angry? You’ve been angry at me for weeks.”
He stamped a heel in frustration. “You’re an idiot! I’m in love with you!”
As Zoisite ran away, his shoes stayed on his feet.
Title: Masked Princess
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Favorite character (Kunzite)--Fairy Tale
Genre: Romance
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
It should not be taking so much work, as far as Zoisite was concerned, to seduce his husband.
Three years had left him slightly taller but no more masculine, which might have been helped by his tendency to wear dresses when not in uniform. Only recently had he been going out of his way to attract Kunzite’s attention, though.
Zoisite growled. He knew Kunzite found him attractive. Kunzite was, he thought privately, his fairy tale prince. Except in they fell in love then got married and the princess didn’t have to beat sense into the prince’s head in the stories.
Nephrite burst out laughing as though he could hear Zoisite’s thoughts. Zoisite glared at him; from the way his eyes were going back and forth between his two fellow Shitennou, they were thinking about the same thing.
“Stop laughing and pay attention,” Jadeite snapped at his inattentive sparring partner.
“But Kunzite’s just so pretty,” he whined theatrically. Zoisite couldn’t begrudge Nephrite his flippancy, since he was after all dallying with half the ladies of the court.
Kunzite hmphed and crossed his velvet-clad arms. “The sooner you finish practicing, the sooner you too can get dressed for the ball.”
The ball, Zoisite thought romantically. Kunzite had no interest whatsoever in the point of a mask ball, so he knew exactly what he was wearing.
Zoisite, meanwhile, magically lightened his hair to a golden blonde that went with a frilly pink dress that would normally have clashed terribly with his coloring. None of his skin was showing, between the long lacy skirt and sleeves and his golden mask.
There were no heralds tonight, so he did not to indulge in his usual game of seeing whether he’d be announced as Lord or Lady Zoisite tonight. The heralds were not all in agreement about it.
He danced through the crowd, occasionally accepting a dance with a young nobleman. He was tempted to go over to the dais to greet poor, bored-looking Prince Endymion, but he may well have already been asleep and Zoisite didn’t want to give himself away.
Zoisite caught sight of Kunzite leaving the royal dais, which meant Endymion really was asleep. He fixed an eye on him and made his way over.
“Hello Zoisite.”
Zoisite practically staggered under the weight of his disappointment. “How did you recognize me?”
“By how you walk. Why, was I not supposed to?”
“Mm,” Zoisite growled, not sure whether he meant to say yes or no.
The clock bell struck. Eleven, not twelve, but it still meant the magic was over. “I’m leaving.”
“Zoisite, why are you angry? You’ve been angry at me for weeks.”
He stamped a heel in frustration. “You’re an idiot! I’m in love with you!”
As Zoisite ran away, his shoes stayed on his feet.