A smile that came around when she did, he was ecstatic to see her in front of him. The work was piled higher then his growing stature but it could wait, he had other business to take care of at this paticular moment in time.
"Care to walk?" His title seemed to make him better at the gentleman thing and she of all normal folk, appreciated that.
"Would love too... my lord." She lets her left eye fall in a wink and grabs at his wrist, pulling him away from the dark and concealed room.
His dark hair is pushed to the side allowing him to take in her beauty with both orbs; she made it too easy to fall in love with her but it was too hard to get her to fall in love. A free spirit, maybe, but fate explained her choice in men better then anything. Vaan, the charming blondie with a six pack of steel and a killer personality to boot had swooped her off her feet when they were just young children, like any good romance novel began the two had followed the cliche path into love; frankly, it sickened Larsa.
"You should run away..." She raises an eyebrow and looks down at him and his expensive velvet and satin clothing, "You're so young and yet so... stuffed up." She runs her hand along the railing carefully; she did everything oh so carefully.
Larsa almost laughs, "Penelo... if only life was that easy." He leans his body against the railing in a horrible position- one that someone in such power should never stand like but it felt right to be rebellious when he was with her.
She purses her natural lips and pouts, "Larsa?" His first name coming from her mouth gave him chills, "Are you... happy?"
What a blunt question, a rhetorical question, a question that he pushed to the side more days then not. She had joined him in the leaning position, they're inches apart and it's like mini explosions in the small gap, always was.
"Of course Penelo..." He turns his head so they can be face to face, "I am... a lucky ma-."
"Boy." She cuts in, "I am a girl, you are a boy, Vaan is a boy, Basch is a man, Ashe is a woman!" Penelo stretches out her finger and taps his scrunched up nose.
Larsa grabs her finger and slides his tiny hands down to intertwine with hers. His lips press against her soft, tan, skin and he wants her this close to him forever, "Whatever you say."
She giggles and her cheeks mask themselves in crimson, "I wish that..."
"That my father was alive, my brother, still sane, and my good friends were closer to my home... watching you depart tears me apart." He holds back laughter, "My deepest apologies."
Penelo shakes her head, blonde hair falling out in peices from her signature braided hairstyle, "Don't... I like when you talk... I like knowing what Lord Larsa has on his mind."
Another smile takes over his lips, she did that to him, and he hopes he does the same for her. Larsa knows that Vaan makes her smile daily, he also makes her shed tears for hour, and break into fits of rage on occasion. The two were fire and ice, polar opposites, and yet they remain together because that's all they know. Something told him that Vaan wasn't any good as a boyfriend- sure he was a great friend but his young free spirit couldn't handle the commitment of someone as amazing as Penelo; Larsa could. Despite his piles of work he thought about her at every second, did everything in his power to be near her constantly, and would write a million letters never sent to her. He took crazy about someone to a new level, a level Penelo would never know and that too made him smile too for the big eyed, blonde haired beauty would never be happy with Larsa or his palace, or his lifestyle or the lifestyle she would have to live in to be with him. He makes her smile by keeping her away, she makes him smile by keeping her close, confusing yet despite Larsa's young age, it's all he knows, all he ever would know.