Rightso. A little bundle of shorts I did based on the Wicked musical songz~ Might do a few more alter. I think I have around...Five so far? yes. So! 1 out of five, a sweet little KonoSetsu. Note: I'm terrible at stuff like this. That's for ALL the five stories I'm going to be posting up tonight.
Konoka had sensed something was wrong with her guard. She had seen the girls tension, her lack of attention. Setsuna was hardly oblivious to her surroundings; it left her too vulnerable. So why was she acting so flighty? Why was she making such casual mistakes? She even - not that Konoka was complaining, it was just odd - called her by her name instead of the usual 'Ojou-sama'.
Now she knew. Fear, a kind not for herself, concern, excitement, dread ripped through her like a well-handled saw, tearing her up. She had a choice; a terrible choice, a wonderful choice, a shockingly pressuring choice. Make a decision! She screamed at herself. But what? Who?
Setsuna, or her family?
"Konoka," The princess almost died at that tone- "Come with me. Think of what we could do..." -Overwhelmingly assured. Yes, powerful, and full of that sweet, forbidden emotion. "together."
God, how Konoka wished to take her hand. She imagined it in a heartbeat, vivid like nothing she had experienced before; the surge of wind below her as her protectors beautiful wings defied gravity, brought them over and out of the restriction of her royal life, the ropes that tied her down to her father, her planned husband and annoying politicians, finally cut.
And her. Her eyes, resolved and blazing with passion barley suppressed. She saw it all over Setsuna. The exhilaration, the anger towards her king, the freedom she had dreamed of so close, and beneath it, the bottomless love she held for her charge.
A wide grin broke over her face as Konoka grasped her outstretched hand. She pulled the princess toward her, slipping her other arm around the girl's waist.
"What inspired this?" Konoka whispered breathlessly. Having Setsuna so close was quite rare.
Setsuna's eyes searched Konoka's for something. Her mouth curled, her eyes becoming suspiciously wet.
"Everyone deserves a chance to fly..."