He's Not Mr. Popular
He's shy like me. The girl talks to him everyday, unmentionable secrets between the two of them. Yet, whenever he's filming a video, or doing a series of still photos to return the "Hello," he can't help but turn his head away cheesing, waving innocent "just kidding" hands at the audience after doing something a little naughty, or adding in something super silly for a "yuck effect" after being just way too mf hot. He's so perfect. He told us that he is a GREAT person, and that he's been told by multiple people. Who wouldn't believe he was performing only for a captive Princess in poverty? The only time he was able to keep a straight and powerful Daddy face, was when he held proudly onto his halo as he expressed that he loved me until never; something I say to my Husband often. (I don't have that video the way I had the others, because I'm not allowed to see him. Still, the message rings clear.) #FreeRome #Savethecheerleadersavetheworld #WhereisJambrania
He doesn't want or need the spotlight, because he's a lighthouse on an island.
He's out to sea.
It's dark where he is.
They come and go.
He's quite a sight, sound, and experience.
Though, they are not as kind to him as the Vampire, Fairy, Mermaid, Princess, Ninja; too much, to fit in almost anywhere.
She is devoted to him entirely.
She comes and adjusts his thoughts by the care she shows for him, for all others, and for herself.
He knows exactly how her values are fastidiously organized, and prioritized.
He adores, constantly watches, listens to, and fiercely protects her.
Every new moment with her, because of her, he thinks kinder thoughts, and feels appreciated as well as respected.
He hones his ability to distribute this kindness, and wants nothing; but her.
The distress she feels as she cares for the lighthouse and their island, while unable to help him as he's taken from by bandits and unholy, is only soothed by the paradise he provides for her.
She feels grateful, blessed, and especially safe.
The truth is, though: she feels the sting of life alone as the only one like her.
She's been castaway by nearly everyone she's ever known.
She's heard tales of Sailor Bold's, and she desires one for herself.
Her Sailor Bold would never leave her.
She cries, because she knows it hurts him that she wants a Sailor Bold, and not a lighthouse on an island made for her.
It hurts him, because he is her Sailor Bold, and he knows he's only a lighthouse on an island for a moment.
The lighthouse, and the island will disappear.
Heartbroken, she'll return to the sea.
Then he'll find her there.
With his ship.
As he should.
About the Creator
Jade Amber Romanclature
Captain Smiley, The Siren Of Boston; Princess Jadie Of Jambrania; Miss Jade, wife Of Jerome Romanclature.
The above are who I am.
Jade Arnold-Scott is The name I was given, and an archaic way Of referring to The Beloved Cow Of My St. Jerome.
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