Character/s: Lucia N. & Gaito

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A is for Arrogance

Lucia hated his arrogance and his condescending attitude sometimes, the way he'd mock her friends and his brother without a care as to how she thought of it. But as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm and loving embrace from behind, kissing her bare shoulder, she found she truly couldn't care less in the very same moment.

B is for Beauty

Gaito found her to be beautiful. So very beautiful. There really were no words to describe her beauty in his eyes, how she looked like an angelic figure with her hair down, the lovely blue shade of her eyes, and not to mention her absolutely gorgeous smile. But then again, he didn't need words to tell her that she was beautiful, beautiful beyond words. She was his beauty, and he would keep her feeling like it forever.

C is for Caress

Lucia loved it when they had time alone, hidden away in a secret meeting place where no one else knew existed. She loved his touch, light and careful as he caressed her bare skin, cupping her face to kiss her. She loved his caresses, loving and attentive, affectionate and sensual. His caresses sent chills down her spine whenever they had time together, time she'd always wish they had more of.

D is for Dominance

Gaito supposed most would assume he was the dominant force in their relationship. They couldn't have been farther from the truth, he mused as she none-too-gently pushed him against the wall to continue their kiss, her hand tangling in his hair. She was by no means the submissive one, he was by no means the dominant, but you would never guess it just from appearances alone.

E is for Elegance

Lucia wasn't particularly elegant, and she knew it. Even for a princess, she was... well, lacking in grace and style, unlike mature and graceful Rina, or even Hanon, who could call up a surprising amount of elegance when the situation called for it. And yet he barely seemed to care about it, treating her no different whenever she tripped up in front of him, just chuckling and helping her back up.

F is for Freedom

Gaito couldn't deny that he felt free around her. There was a certain feeling he had around her that made him relax and stop hiding behind the walls he had built up over the years, that stopped him from pushing her away, a certain freedom to just be himself. Still, even as he rested his head against her shoulder, he wished he had the freedom to be together with her without a need to hide.

G is for Guilt

Lucia had times where she felt guilty over what she was doing with her supposed enemy. Those moments were rare, few and far between, but the moments where she did were powerful, moments like when they were lying in each other's arms following a particularly intimate love-making session, or like when she turned down plans with Hanon and Rina just to visit him. And yet, she didn't care about the guilt.

H is for Hell

Gaito could imagine what hell was like. A world without his lovely princess to lighten up his darker moods, a world where she wasn't his to love and to cherish, a world where she could seek solace with his brother. But then again, with all that he had done, surely he was going to whatever hell that existed beyond life. And yet, as long as she was his, even hell could be paradise.

I is for Imperfection

Lucia knew she was imperfect. Really, she wasn't as confident in herself as to claim otherwise, with her naive and idealistic attitude, her lack of grace, and not even to mention her physical appearance. Yet he didn't seem to mind, always calling her 'perfect' despite all her flaws, treasuring her like a priceless jewel above all others. She supposed he had a point, though. Even the priciest jewels had their imperfections.

J is for Jewellery

Gaito knew she didn't need jewellery. Honestly, she had so much already just by being a princess, but he couldn't help himself. As he helped put on the intricately crafted locket around her neck, he smiled approvingly at the exquisite craft work that he had spent quite some time on commissioning. The golden chain sat around her neck, the heart-shaped locket with the two gems laid in a heart pattern on it gleaming.

K is for Kiss

Lucia's hand tangled in his hair as she kissed him, lips parting at his prompting to deepen the kiss. Their bodies pressed flush against each other, she led him towards his chambers without looking, already knowing the path by heart. They warred for dominance, tongues dancing in an intimate battle as she guided him against the wall, feeling his hands slide down her body to rest on her hips. Unwilling, she broke the kiss, whispering, "I love you."

L is for Love

Gaito would never deny that he loved her. That was perhaps the one thing that was an undeniable truth, a truth that he would never allow anyone to call into question. As his arms encircled her waist from behind, he rested his chin on her shoulder, gently nibbling on her ear lobe as he whispered loving phrases into her ear. "I love you," he breathed. "That's never going to change."

M is for Mundane

Lucia didn't mind the mundane. In fact, it was perhaps the one thing she loved most of all in their relationship — the mundane, everyday parts of it compared to the rest of her life. People would expect that they would enjoy lavishness, from who they were, but no, they went on dates in the human world, just like any other mundane couple. It was the mundane elements that made their love seem a bit more normal.

N is for Ninety-nine

Gaito smiled as he presented the bouquet of carefully selected roses to her, ninety-eight real red roses and one fake pink rose, stepping close and pressing a kiss to her lips. As he pulled away, he whispered, "Do you know what ninety-nine roses mean?" His fingers raked through her hair as he continued, "It means that I'll love you until the day I die. I'll love you forever, my princess, until the last rose withers."

O is for Oblivious

Lucia was thankful that her friends were so oblivious sometimes, especially Kaito. Really, it made sneaking away to visit her prince on the weekends that much easier, since they weren't questioning it when she went for her late-night swims. As she stole away for her next visit to him, she gave a glance back at the hotel and breathed a sigh of relief. Being oblivious wasn't such a bad thing after all, for her.

P is for Pearl

Gaito didn't want her pearl; he just wanted her. The pearl was worthless to him — for what good was the power if he had lost her? Perhaps saying that he didn't want her pearl wasn't entirely accurate, though. She was a pearl in his eyes, a priceless pearl that had a value greater than anything in the world. He'd do anything to keep his pearl safe, anything at all.

Q is for Queen

Lucia felt like a queen when she was with him. Sure, she was the queen in all but title in her kingdom, but she was always treated like a child there, not a mature adult. This was entirely different with him. He called her a princess — his princess — but she was plainly a queen to him. Yes, she was his queen, and as long as her king ruled along side her, any kingdom could be theirs.

R is for Rain

Gaito had never found the rain to be particularly enjoyable. It came with dreary weather, thunder and lightning, and the ever annoying side effect of not being to go out in heavy showers. Although, learning that she was afraid of thunder made sitting through long storms much more bearable. As thunder crashed outside, he wrapped his arms around her and cooed sweet nothings into her ear.

S is for Serenade

Lucia would often sing to him when they were alone. It wasn't too often that they had silent moments together in a place where no one would find her singing suspicious, and she would always take the chance when offered. When it came to it, she loved serenading him, oftentimes until he fell asleep. And as she sang, she'd let his head rest in her lap, enjoying the close contact.

T is for Tears

Gaito hated to see her tears. It tore him apart on the inside when she cried and he was helpless to do anything about it. He hated to see her vulnerable and broken down, even more so when those tears were for him. He tried his best to cheer up up in those moments, kissing away her tears and holding her close, but if he had his way, she'd never shed another tear ever again.

U is for Umbrella

Lucia loved it when it was raining — when it wasn't a thunderstorm, that was. It meant they would share an umbrella, and she'd have an excuse to be close to him in public, especially if anyone saw. Catching sight of the dark clouds in the sky, she smiled and reached for her black umbrella as she headed out to meet him. Hopefully, they'd use it soon enough.

V is for Voice

Gaito found her voice to be the most enchanting sound he had ever heard. Gentle and soothing, clear and bright, it resounded in his mind every second they were apart, filling his thoughts with her voice, waiting for her to call out his name when their next meeting came, longing to hear her cry out for him as they made love. Her voice was truly what made her special, and he longed to hear it all day.

W is for Wait

Lucia had her moments when she didn't want to wait. Seconds became hours, hours became years when they were apart, and she just became too impatient to wait. So she would steal away in the middle of the night, just to be with him until dawn came. Once they parted, she would force herself to wait again, until midnight came again, and she could visit her beloved.

X is for Xylography

Gaito watched almost impatiently as she examined the engraved block of wood he had spent the afternoon on. It was an odd hobby, but he enjoyed it, nonetheless. Watching as she turned it over, he smiled as she read the message he had engraved into it, and he was down on one knee moments later, displaying a delicate ring. "Marry me, love?" He grinned as she kissed him passionately shortly after.

Y is for Yuletide

Lucia had been waiting for this moment. Hands clasped with his own, she pulled him towards the door, stopping right under the arch of the doorway. "See the mistletoe, love?" she breathed in his ear, hands moving to rest on either side of his face. She kissed him deeply, pulling him close to her as his arms wrapped around her waist. "Merry Christmas, lover."

Z is for Zero

Gaito honestly didn't care what anyone thought about their relationship; not if anyone approved of them, not if anyone disapproved of them. What did it matter if no one thought they should be together? He loved her and she loved him, wasn't that all a relationship was? Even if there was zero approval, he didn't care. He wouldn't care, not as long as he loved her.

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