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#but i'm weak for hand kisses which i hastily added lol to make it slightly more romantic
merryfortune · 3 years
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Day 28 / Castle
Clover and Violets 2021
Ship: Sunflowerfieldshipping | Asana/Tiger
Universe: Sevens
Word Count: 912
Rating: G
Tags: Fluff, Dialogue Heavy
   “Do you have interest in being the King of Games?” Asana asked as she moved forward a pawn on her opening turn.
   “Of course not.” Tiger replied as she listened for the click of the timer going down. She moved her own hand next, and went for a more brash, opening turn: beginning with a knight.
   “Truly?” Asana asked, blinking. This time, she heard the click of the timer being reset.
   “Yes, truly, I could not think of a bigger waste of time.” Tiger said as she watched Asana make her move.
   “Or, could it be, you do not want to triumph against your brother should he become the one last one standing against you if you were to decree yourself an entrant?” Asana asked. She then pressed down the button on the timer with a satisfying click.
   Tiger chuckled as she considered using the rook on her board as it was now her turn in this match of chess. She was playing black; Asana was playing white. Ultimately, Tiger elected not to though the temptation was quite real since they had mentioned her brother, Rook. She instead chose another pawn.
   “I want to see him grow up strong,” replied Tiger, “and I believe, with the road in his own heart that he is following, then he would defeat me if it meant that he would become the King of Games. This is a certainty.” She clicked the timer with a sense of purpose. Emphasis. It did not go unnoticed.
   “Interesting.” Asana chirped. Her expression was blithe. Her hand was even quicker as she managed to make the first kill of the game.
   “What do you think of him as a candidate?” Tiger asked as she hid a tut of irritation under her breath.
   “I have my eye on Yuga, of course.” Asana replied with a smile, she tilted her head slightly. She clicked the timer.
   She watched, dreamily, as Tiger continued. Asana, of course, had her own eye on Tiger but it was different to the competitiveness that she felt unto the boys who vied for the crown all the same as she did. It was a gentler feeling than that. 
   Tiger’s hand hovered near one of her rooks again but she decided not to again. She made another bold move: choosing her bishop. A shame. Asana would have picked the rook. And Tiger clicked the clicker.
   “And what of Kirishima Roa and Saionji Neil?” Tiger asked. “What are your thoughts on them?”
   Asana laughed. “They would be both tyrants, I believe,” replied Asana as she played with her hair, “Roa would make a bad king, I think. He’s self-absorbed; caring only for himself and his own game. He’s frivolous. Neil would be a cold, cruel rule. Do you agree with that assessment?” She then finished her turn, collecting another black piece. Click and all from the box beside them on their little table that they shared out in the garden; including another click from Tiger’s tongue.
   “I do, actually.” Tiger nodded. “My brother may be a fool but he has a good heart. He cares about the game, and it being fun for all participants.”
   “Same as Yuga.” Asana nodded.
   “I will be interested to see how that duel would play out.”  Tiger murmured. She was beginning to feel boxed in by Asana’s advancements on her field: knights, pawns, and bishops. She played a crafty game where Tiger was, perhaps, too hard-headed. So, she played a hasty move. One that involved moving her rook, of all pieces, after so long.
   “I think it would be a stupendous duel.” Asana agreed.
   Tiger flicked over the clicker on the timer. “And what of us?” she asked, eyes flicked up to Asana’s which were such an electric and acrylic blue.
   “What do you mean?” Asana asked. “I would hope that in either outcome, with either your beloved Rook or my beloved Yuga, we would be able to have fun either way.”
   “Correct, but what I was trying to say, is what if there were to be a Queen of Games, unrelated to the kingliness the boys are vying for.” Tiger said.
   “As much as I love you, Tiger,” Asana began adoringly, her eyes lit up, “but I would hope it would be me.” She giggled. “Checkmate.”
   Tiger flinched. It was bizarre how such a sweet thing could hide such steel in her demeanour. Tiger then checked the checkerboard and she sighed. She didn’t like losing but if she had to, then yes. She would prefer it to be to Asana. Both in chess and in card games. That, she found, some palpability to the odious act of losing. Tiger sighed. And to think it was because she had moved one of her precious Rooks and because Asana had, at long last, used her Queen.
   “I relent.” Tiger said, bowing her head. “You make an admirable adversary, my Asana.”
   “Thank you.” Asana replied. It felt good to be praised by Tiger. And to honour that feeling, Asana got up from her chair. She came down to her knee and she took Tiger’s hand.
   “You are a secret lecher, methinks.” Tiger admonished the chivalry, even as it made her heart flutter and her eyes, beneath such a stern countenance, soften.
   “You are too wary to be a princess, I digress.” Asana lovingly scolded Tiger as she thanked the game and good sportsmanship with a kiss upon Tiger’s knuckles like a King would leave a Queen.  
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