Alright, I need to get the hell to bed, but before I do, here is my contribution to the WhiteTime fandom. It’s incomplete, in need of editing, and the formatting is assy, but I like it thus far. Don’t ask me where they are or what happened prior to this, because I don’t know. All I know is that I spent too much time on roleplay blogs (I’m looking at you, @whohasthetime and @mxrmoreal), developed feels, and then I had to get said feels out somehow. Enjoy! (Cover image by @mxrmoreal)
Mirana gently caressed
“I’m so sorry about my
sister. It was beyond cruel, the way she treated you. You deserve
Time avoided the monarch’s
“Thank you,” he
whispered, praying that she couldn’t see the tears starting to form
in the corners of his eyes. He was unused to being treated so kindly,
and the pain of realizing Iracebeth’s complete disinterest in him was
still all too real.
Mirana pulled a lacy
handkerchief from her pocket and attempted to dry his tears, but her
efforts were thwarted when Time raised a gloved hand and gently
pushed her hand away. “Your kindness is appreciated, but
unnecessary. I am fine.”
Mirana’s head tilted to
one side and she raised an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that. Do you
normally cry when you’re fine?”
Time scowled, taking the
lacy handkerchief. “I am not crying. Whatever gave you that idea? I
am Time himself,
for God’s sake. I have never
cried,” he muttered as he dabbed at his eyes. Seeing the look of
utter skepticism on Mirana’s face, he hastily added (trying to
suppress the tremor in his voice), “I just had something in my
eyes. It is gone now.”
Mirana shook her head,
clicking her tongue sympathetically.
“You know, you don’t
have to keep up this brusque exterior. We’re alone. I won’t breathe a
word of our conversation to anyone.”
Time noticed with a jolt
of fear that his facade was rapidly crumbling and it was becoming much more difficult to keep his tears at bay. Since when was he so
easily moved by some kind words from a pretty woman? Though, come to
think of it, the Queen was a good deal more than pretty, with her
marble-white skin, silvery hair, dark eyes, and wine-colored
lips…most would probably call her beautiful. Regardless, he was
So Iracebeth had left him
after he’d outlasted his use to her. It wasn’t the first time someone
had used him for their own ends, and it certainly wouldn’t be the
last. Yes, he had genuinely cared for her, and yes, he had spent
hours (poor things) lovingly crafting gifts she didn’t appreciate.
Yes, she had been cold and unfeeling when he’d needed her most, but
was it really worth all this nonsense? In the grand scheme of things,
his relationship with Iracebeth barely registered as an event in
time. It was, quite literally, but a drop in the ocean. The last
thing he needed was to become…entangled with her possibly even more
treacherous sister. Granted, Mirana seemed
a good deal more pleasant than Iracebeth; she was quieter and more
withdrawn (not unlike Time himself), treated her subjects (and Time’s
seconds) with kindness, and she even smelled better than her sister;
he caught a faint whiff of jasmine every time she moved her
(thankfully normal-sized) head.
All the same, this had
gone far enough. If she kept talking to him and looking
at him like that…
lower lip began to wobble dangerously. Mirana’s brows knit together,
the picture of heartfelt concern, and suddenly, Time was in her arms,
tears tracking silently down his cheeks. His elaborate shoulder pads
made it rather difficult for Mirana to properly embrace him, but she
held him as best she could, gently patting him on the back.
loved her,” he sniffled into Mirana’s alabaster hair. “Why didn’t she love me? I tried so
hard to make
her happy, but it is impossible! She is…conwinced
that no one loves her…”
fell silent, feeling stupid. None of it mattered now; it was done,
and there was no changing it.
hand cradled the back of his head, carefully avoiding his gears.
sister is…selfish, immature, and struggles with impulse control.
You are not to blame for how she treated you. Anyone else would be
overwhelmed with joy at the prospect of such a devoted partner.”
seemed to realize that she’d said too much and abruptly shut her
wiped away a tear and raised a dark brow, lifting his head. His
piercing blue eyes met her dark brown ones. What the hell
was she playing at?
Maj—er, Your Highness,” he whispered (wincing internally at
almost using Iracebeth’s preferred honorific), “what are you
heart skipped a beat. Dear God, how was she going to get out of this
Merely that you…have a generous and loving nature which is lost on
people like my sister. Objectively speaking, you’re quite the catch,”
she tittered nervously, foot firmly in her mouth.
loving, handsome…” Mirana stopped short, looking horrified as
though she’d just accidentally uttered a vile curse word.
seemed to stand still, in both the figurative and the literal sense.
The two of them stared at one another for what felt like an eternity
until Time broke the agonizing silence.
think so?” he asked quietly.
nodded, feeling faintly numb.
she knew what was happening, she was leaning toward Time, caressing
his face as she kissed him. To her surprise, he very tenderly and
gently reciprocated. She wrapped one arm more securely around his
back, caressing his head with her other hand.
they kissed, Time drank in the pervasive scent of jasmine that seemed
to cling to Mirana’s entire being. He’d never imagined that he would
find himself in this type of situation, especially not so soon after
his relationship (if he could even call it that) with Iracebeth.
Iracebeth had never kissed him; in fact, she seemed utterly
disgusted by the idea. And yet, here her sister was, stroking his
hair as she gently applied her lips to his!