"you're adorble, you know that?" starco
@sparkly-eyed-dork, for you as well!
It’s the feeling of her gloved hand fitting his own that ceases his endless fidgeting, drawn between shaking extended fingers to a closed fist every few seconds. He looks over to her, expecting her to be annoyed with him, but she isn’t – standing tall in a long blue gown with her blonde hair rolled up, puffy bangs slipping out beneath her crown. She wears a consistent smile, staring ahead.
“Don’t be so nervous, Marco,” she squeezes his hand again. “You totally earned this. You’ll do great.”
He keeps his voice low, not to distract from the choir that sings to a full crowd of Mewman nobles and aristocrats. “Easy for you to say; you’ve probably overseen plenty of these.”
“Have not,” she argues quietly. “I totally ditched these things to chill at the Bounce Lounge with Pony Head.”
“Oh.” Figures she’d have no clue what was going on beyond what her mother told her about the ritual. “Well then, Your Majesty, I’m so very honored to be the first for you.”
Star giggles, trying to cover her snorts with her empty hand. He sees the King and Queen turn their heads simultaneously at a 10 degree angle to glare at them, and suddenly his nerves are back. Star just laughs more, and Marco has to cover her mouth with both his and her hands. He looks around cautiously – only a few sitting in the front of the crowd noticed, thankfully, and scowls down at Star enough before releasing her hands. He pulls at the tight white collar and readjusts the shoulder tassels before setting his own firmly against his sides.
“Are you done?”
Star looks up at him fondly, just as the trumpets begin to sound. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
It’s been hard to stem the blush that rises to his cheeks when she makes comments like that. The ‘you’ve never looked cuter’ remarks or when she called him a ‘cute idiot’ when he told her what he did to Toffee when she was gone. It’s been harder to find responses, though Star seems patient enough – never expecting anything from him beyond the support he could provide as her best friend.
Today though, with a touch more sparkles under her eyes, and her eyes more blue than the gown that wraps around her widely, he feels inclined to do more than just blush as red as the hoodies he usually wears.
“And you’re amazing,” he says, as casually as he can at that moments. He thinks his words will trip over his tongue. “I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.”
The Queen steps forward in the corner of his vision, thanking the crowd. Star, however, keeps her eyes on his, as if searching for something. He continues to watch the Queen. “You could say it more, I guess.”
“I’ll work on it,” he replies, then smiles. “You’re amazing, Princess Star Butterfly, and you look amazing, too.”
This time, it is her cheeks that blush. “Marco, I –”
Queen Moon waves a hand at him and Star, her voice confident and loud and poised. “Sir Marco Diaz of the Earth Dimension, if you may step forward.”
Marco takes a deep breath before giving Star a nervous smile, then carefully steps up towards center stage, where the King and Queen stand. He bows, an etiquette he’d been reminded would be necessary in this kinda thing (by River, thankfully, with a much too-strong pat on the back as he did so), and kneels. Another deep breath. You got this, Diaz. You earned this. He sees Star watching him carefully, a long grin stretching across her features. Her lips read ‘don’t puke’ and Marco nods just enough for her to see without making it look like he’s about to collapse on stage.
Moon holds the royal staff in both hands, gracing him with a sort of kindness he hadn’t seen from her since before the entire mess with Toffee happened. She looks grateful, instead of tired. As if instead of this being another royal inquiry, something he knows those of upper status demand on her, it is rather a gift she is honored to give. She points the moon and star above his head.
“Please rise, Marco, as I present the title of Chevalier to you and our Kingdom.”