Yours Truly, Highness (An OCD Experience)

Trail Blazing

You're a femme fatale. 

A priceless jewel, like the untouched ruby on your forehead.

Your pristine, lavender presence rightfully hails you as the royal successor to the throne.

You're meant to burn bright like a solar flare, yet silent and catlike like the enchanting night. Always calm, always level headed, and unfazed by all means of threat. 

Yet, you bear no miserable stereotypes of what a princess should be. You have the athletic prowess, you have the warrior blood to combat all odds. Your sheer beauty as an acrobat as well as a ballerina in the Olympic Games proved nothing else but simply... a pure, stellar-flaring miracle on ice.

You're harsh and brutally honest, yet you know that's the best for reckless troublemakers like a certain raccoon whose always set for venturing into the unknown waters. You also befriended a certain innocent rabbit from a distant world where it was constantly saved by the one and only whirling blue blur. Only six years old, and she managed to break you open... by flying you up to a sky of opportunities in which we call "friendship".

I wish the members of Sonic Team gave you more appearances, more spice to your complex yet mysterious past. What are you, exactly? What is so demanding of you as a royal ruler of your world? 

You're not annoyingly hyper like Amy Rose or Marine, you're not naive and squeaky like Cream, you're not materialistic like Rouge, you're not powerless like Tikal or Sally, both of whom rivaled your admirable personality with their own charisma. 

You're always so focused on your tasks. You hardly falter, despite always being caught up in your own head when those feeble instincts called emotions pay the price; in which I can't relate more.

I want to know more about you, even if scientifically impossible.

When you frown, which you're so good at doing, it suffices the lust I've always wanted to capture for your sake.

And when you smile for once, it premises the trust I've always had as rapture in my heart whenever I'm awake.

Doesn't feel right to think you're real, yet it's unjust to not have you by my side...

I need someone like you here by my side, I need a friend whom I can confess my feelings to.

The world needs to dance. This planet needs to roll on its very tip as the sun inches closer year by year. The world needs to be ignited by another Iblis Trigger, especially by the daughter of another royalty who successfully clasped the catastrophe in her soul aflame.

They say that fire is dangerous, that was probably why they jeered at your pyrokinesis abilities. But I crave for you because you're a ball of flame meant to brighten my life. You make me want to appreciate the tiny gifts I look forward to in life.

That is how you made Silver so hardheaded and courageous, because he knew you'll be there for him in spirit.

Your maturity keeps life in motion. You are the emotional vessel that illuminates our universe. They have not seen enough of you to appreciate that, they always take your love and charisma for granted.

A woman of a superior social ranking, yet so down-to-earth and sympathetic. You've always concealed your true emotions behind that sea of sparkling flames. It's nearly impossible to be close to you, and I get that it isn't fair.

I may not be of your preference, but that's okay. Because seeing you makes my world spin on fire...

Spin like your signature move, the Spinning Claw.