Roleplay

"I'll be fine," Malcolm assured when asked. "At least, if you're alright, I will be." He murmured hurriedly afterwards. Impressing Ryu was the first thing on his mind-- he desperately wanted his fiance to think he was reliable and thoughtful. Would his overtly cautious nature ruin that? He despaired to think as much.

As Ryu sat at his feet, Malcolm bashfully looked down, wondering if he should join him on the tiled roof. Instead, the silver-haired prince gently tugged Ryu to lean back on his shins, tucking his boots under Ryu's arms to hug his ribs with his feet. Like a safety net, Malcolm thought to himself, reassured by the weight of Ryu's back on his shins.

Once he'd fastened his hands on the ledge of the window, Malcolm finally turned his gaze outwards. The scenery was, in a single word, beautiful. The lush plains of grass, the swaying trees, the dancing flowers and their colorful petals; there was no way to replicate this in the Shifting Expanse. A small breath of awe left the Lightning prince before he smiled to himself, the afternoon sun giving everything a bright, happy disposition.

"It's wonderful." He understated, and a thrill came over him. Soon enough, this land would be his to share and explore.

Dear; an affectionate name coming from someone other than his mother or sibling. At first Malcolm didn't know how to respond. He simply opened his mouth, attempting to stutter through something like "You're welcome" but eventually coming to simply hum his acknowledgement, his pale cheeks distinctly flushed with embarrassment.

Ryu was good at diffusing his tension, though.

"And you're like, the wind prince." Malcolm echoed, leaning forward to peer down playfully at the man below him, hooking his fingers on the ledge to keep his weight balanced on the window sill. "What about it fascinates you so much, your Highness? Let me ease your mind." He offered teasingly, his silk-grey hair shadowing some of his features in the sunshine.