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noir-majordome · 4 years

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noir-majordome · 5 years

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Hi!! How are you?? Could I request a scenario where Edward's s/o is really insecure about her physical appearance and keeps comparing herself to other girls so Edward tries to comfort her? I've been feeling like this lately and it really sucks. Thank you!

I’m super, remember that even the most ‘perfect’ of people feel like this sometimes. No matter how confident we all slip sometimes, which is alright, we just have to remember how great we are and pick ourselves back up at our own pace. I hope this reaches you well and I welcome you to come to this blog whenever you’re feeling down, if only to say hi !

Edward Midford with insecure S/O

Edward Midford was one of the finest British Knights there was, at least you thought so and nothing could change your mind. He was such a refined man, proud and protective, well mannered with the most contagious laugh you’d ever heard. He was everything you thought a person should be, compassionate and honorable. Him being so talented and handsome was a bonus, seeing how swiftly he carried himself in social events was often a pleasure to witness. It comforted you when the young knight could relax for a moment and celebrate with family and friends.

But that is where the root of your problems laid, at least most of them. It was within these social events, filled with equally prestigious and gorgeous women and men, that you found yourself with slumped shoulders and a low head. It was the women whom you thought taller than you or more well endowed that you compared yourself to, that you imagined Edward beside. A heavy sigh left through your nostrils, the weight of insecurity as hefty as ever and leaving you equally dejected. At this point you wanted the night over with, but there was no way you would leave early. So, you merely stood to the side, watching as everyone socialized.

You figured you were mundane enough in appearance that you’d blend into the wall, hopefully remaining ignored as the evening carried on, but there as one. A man who held a foot over you and another, abelit quiet, sigh escaped you. You put on a bright face, straighten your posture to greet whoever it was with a smile and were met with none other than the British Knight himself.

His blonde brows quickly furrowed at your appearance, he knew you better than your own family and that smile, that smile he cherished so much, was not genuine. It was forced and it made his heart swell with sadness. He’d asked you what was wrong and after denying him, telling him you were just fine or tired, you in fact did grow tired. Tired of denying him what was really eating away at your core. With a final sigh, weak and coupled with a small whine, you told him your troubles.

“Seriously…?” He asked and you nodded. Feeling ashamed at what you just admitted, expecting him to think it ridiculous, but the opposite happened. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear the words he professed with love and certainty, “You and I are perfectly flawed.” This he said with a smile. It was true, despite whatever arguments the two of you could have had or bad habits, those irrelevant Human faults didn’t change how perfect you found one another. “I cherish you because I admire you as you are. Your intelligence, your kindness, every aspect your body has to offer that you find inadequate brings me joy. I never want that to change.”

He took you into his arms tenderly and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Sometimes, I feel like you could find better, but when I wake to you each morning I realize just how lucky I am.”

#this is kyoot

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noir-majordome · 5 years

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