if you were to leave and fulfill someone else's dreams, i think i might totally be lost.

(the girl, city and colour)

i.

Dylas finds himself wondering, not for the first time, if it is truly possible for one person to be so sun-like. Frey shines, from her mint eyes perpetually alight with precise and equal amounts of cheerfulness and mischief, right down to her glowing skin always peering out from the jagged edges of her usual attire.

She's sort of overwhelming.

He's sort of unsure whether he likes that or not.

ii.

They kiss and it's clumsy and probably too awkward to count as the magical first kiss that they'd both been dreaming of to start off their thing.

"Sorry," Dylas mutters when she pulls away. He doesn't have to look to know she's smiling at him, as if he's something she's lucky to have in her sight and eating out of the palm of her stupidly tiny hands.

"Don't apologize, that was great!"

He searches her expression for any hint of lie. Nothing. "That was the most awkward thing ever, don't lie, idiot."

Suddenly her face turns crimson. "Well, I mean. It's not like either of us have had much practice! You were a horse for, like, a couple of centuries and I don't even remember if I've even kissed anyone before." She is blabbering and evidently a bundle of nerves and he can't help but smirk at the unusual show of insecurity.

"Shut up," he says, turning his head so she can't catch his smile.

"Don't laugh at me, jerkface!" Frey pokes at his ears and he squirms at the sensation before turning to halfheartedly glare at her. Her offended expression softens and she is sunlight once again. "You're so cute. Wanna try again?"

"What?! How can you say...things like that so easily?!"

Frey shrugs and her smile illuminates her bedroom even more, even with the pretty rays of pink sun peeking through the windows. "It's easy when I'm around you, darling."

"Shut up."

"Make me~" she sings, and Dylas thinks maybe she's been hanging around Porcoline too much lately.

He presses his mouth harshly to hers for a brief moment and she stills. They stay like that for a second or two and then she's moving her lips against his and it is by no means perfect but Dylas really can't find it in himself to care. He holds her closer.

iii.

"I love you," she says and like every time before, he can just tell she means it with everything she's got. The acting princess of Selphia does nothing halfheartedly, and least of all, love.

"Yeah, um, same."

And it's been bothering him for weeks now, but, for some reason he just can't say it in return. Still, however, Frey beams like she's just been given the world. That thing she always does around him, and while he usually adores it, it just sort of makes his chest ache now.

There's something that's not right with this picture.

They are in perfect orbit around each other. She is the calm that tames his own stormy personality and he'd like to think he brings out a somewhat peaceful side to her as well when she gets too anxious. They would do anything for each other and everyone knows it and nothing seems wrong exactly but there's something missing.

It takes him a while, to be sure, but it finally dawns on him as a result of a dream of Frey dressed in all white.

( a/n ) "yeah um same" get the heck outta here you unbelievable dork, go back to the stables

i don't know who i'm going to write next so if you have suggestions feel free to leave them, can be bachelors or bachelorettes or even just villagers idk i'll write frey/porcoline if you want i'm down i'm ready