Sometimes you just have to get the drabble out of you. Revelation released Thursday, and I was supposed to post this then, but instead it's today. Oops.
Word Count: 445 words.
Petty Symmetries 101
It's in her face.
It's always in her face.
There's never a moment when it isn't. She even goes to sleep with it, and when she wakes the next morning in a typhoon of cyan hair, it still lingers, clamped to her damp forehead with an unwavering resistance.
He wonders how it never bothers her, the way it just hangs so peevishly in front of her. It feels like it should be an annoyance, but she never calls attention to it, nor does anyone else. It persists as an asymmetrical aspect that only the Nohrian prince can see through.
He finds it odd, because everything else about her is so endearingly enchanting. From her angelic voice to the swift sashaying of her hips whenever performing a particularly wild number. To say nothing of her alluring amber eyes, smoothly-toned legs, accentuated.. posterior that he's glanced at more times than he can admit. Even her feet are graceful. Soft, petite, always guiding her with a dainty air in each step.
And yet.. he muses, Lately, all I can focus on is.. is that.
It's impossible to unsee it. He thinks—no—ravages the mind for a way to circumvent it. A part of him pictures snipping it, chopping it off in one fell swoop with nary a regret, but he fears that would be too cruel. Another part envisions a new style altogether, something different for a change, but that falls apart once he remembers that coiffuring is far from his strong suit. An even stranger part of him fantasizes eating it, casually munching on it like one would a snack (would it taste like her namesake?).
He resolves to settle the paltry matter when they next meet, which doesn't take long since they're practically joined at the hip ('two halves of the same whole' she once called it).
She's happy to see him—she always is—but she can't shake the feeling that something is off. His quirky behavior is far from foreign to her (and everyone else), and she sees none of that today. Rather, an aura of determination hangs over him, an impressive one at that.
She motions to speak, greet her dweeby prince, but he quickly interjects (and earns a light gasp for his trouble).
"Corri—? Oh!"
He takes a hold of the offending lock of hair, seamlessly tucks it behind her ear, and places a chaste kiss on her forehead.
Azura is shocked, speechless, dumbstruck and dumbfounded. She blinks twice, her face warming.
Corrin fares no better, his confidence is gone and he's back to being.. well, Corrin.
"S-Sorry, it's just," he mouths, hand at his neck. "That was really bugging me.."
-not alone there, chief.