this is mostly for me so I don’t forget but I found Salma’s news fc:
It’s Kate Beckinsale uvu;;
a new AU plot bunny~ ))
buttheadlucas ASKED: Kien: Married. He and Salma had been for a few years now. The two were happy, living in the cozy apartment that once belonged to the female. Now, it was a bundle of three with a fourth to be making an arrival in five months. Though excited, they were also a bit nervous on the outcome for this child. For now, it was only to take the days bit by bit until the baby's arrival.
Although the doctor had told Salma to take some time off work, she knew that was almost impossible. People didn’t stop causing problems, especially in wall Sina. She mostly stayed on the base, handling paperwork. For the sake of the baby. Standing up from her desk, she checked her watch and saw that it was time for lunch, smiling thoughtfully as she stretched. Walking across the hall, she knocked on Kien’s door before entering.
She huffed, pinching his cheek slightly. “If you fell asleep you wouldn’t get anything done~”
"I know, that’s why I’m glad we can go get lunch~" He laughed, pulling away from her grip. "If not, I’d be sleeping in the next few minutes."
"Why are you always sleeping?" She giggled, proceeding to squish his face together. "It’s not like you stay up all night, do you?" She raised an eyebrow, giving him a smirk.
He stuck out his tongue. “I do on most occasions. I have zero drive at times and then I stick myself with pulling an all nighter to finish all the work…”“Kien that’s not good!” Salma gasped and flicked his nose. “Why don’t you just ask me for help? You know I don’t mind!” Salma huffed and put her hands on her hips.
"I know," he let out a small chuckle. "I just dont want to put too much pressure on you, you know?" He looked down to her small bump then back to her eyes.
"But you’re not! I’m gonna be fine," she replied, taking one of his hands and placing it on her bump. "We’re going to be fine." She gave Kien a reassuring smile.
buttheadlucas ASKED: Kien: The Friday had come when he asked Salma to meet him at the edge of town. With him, he had a small basket with all kinds of foods he had prepped for that day. He was quite excited, for this was to be a date he didn't just get because he owed her, it was one that would help in strengthening their relationship. Placing the basket down, he gave a content sigh and glanced to the sky, taking in all the warm colours it offered.
Salma hurried to get ready that afternoon after work, showering and all. Looking for something appropriate for a first date,she decided that a sundress and thin sweater was the best. Salma slipped on her flats and grabbed her purse and keys, and made her way to the meeting place. Nerves on the fritz, she couldn’t help but feel nervous and excited. When she saw the familiar ginger, she couldn’t help but smile as her heart raced. When she walked up to him she waved awkwardly and said hello.
She smiled back, squeezing his hand gently. “Well then, let’s go~”
"Alright then." Leading back to their picnic spot, he cleaned up and placed all contents into the basket. "Shall we head out then, my lady?" He gave a bow.
Salma giggled, bowing respectfully herself. “We shall indeed, my Lord~”
He gave a small laugh. “Feels weird being called ‘lord’.” Once he had the items collected, he took her head and began to head back to the village.
"Ok, what if I say master? Does that make it better?" Salma giggled. As they held hands, she smiled, squeezing his hand gently.
He wanted to rub the back of his neck, but both hands were occupied. With a blush, he shook his head. “That…heh, thats a whole different thing.”
"But you never said no," Salma cooed, "master~" she let the word roll off her tongue. "I’m assuming you like it,master~" she couldn’t help it, it was too much fun to say.
Oliver sniffled, burying his face in Kien’s shirt. He smelled like niceness with a hint of ginger, if that made sense. Perhaps this was the Prince Salma needed? Looking up at him, he studied his face. He defended the part, but something was missing. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Oliver didn’t want top be put back down, especially after how comfortable he got. Reaching out, he gave Kien the puppy eye look, pouting his lip and everything.