Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



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In the spring warmth, the castle gardens bloom, much to the Queen's delight.

And dutifully beside her as she admires the flowers is, of course, her personal guard. The two slowly make their way along the winding paths, the Knight ever a half-step behind her enthralled charge.

The Fool also enjoys the garden, in that she has stolen some nearly-ripe fruit and scampered up a nearby column to enjoy it in peace. Just because she doesn't perform feats of acrobatics for the Queen doesn't mean that she can't.

So she sits in her private perch, and eats her fruit, and watches something rather curious happen.

Stopped in front of a particularly bountiful specimen, the Knight gingerly plucks the most beautiful bloom from its stem and proffers it to the Queen without looking at her. She accepts it, also without looking, and the two's hands linger together for just a moment longer than the transfer ought require before she neatly weaves the flower into her braided hair.

The Fool watches, rapt, and pops another morsel into her mouth.

The rest of their stroll is completely uneventful, the two acting as if nothing at all happened as they exit the gardens towards the Queen's chambers. The Fool acts fast, nimbly darting from perch to perch, jingling like a fucking idiot, until she rests above the door the two had just passed through. Unless the two are truly fearless in their affection, any moment now-

The Knight reemerges, and exhales in annoyance as an orange peel is promptly dropped on her head.

"The fruits of the royal garden are not yours to partake of, imbecile. Get down here."

A wide smile crosses the Fool's face. Sometimes it truly is too easy.

"You'd know all about partaking of Her Majesty's forbidden fruit, aye?"

"I don't know what you mean." The Knight all but snarls at her. "Get down here, and if you imply such a thing again, I'll have your tongue."

"I'm sure mine's not the only tongue you've your eye on." The Fool says, getting to work on the peel of a second orange and showering the Knight with the scraps, safely out of her reach.

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