Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 15, 2019 23:54:29 GMT -5
Askran goes down with an infuriated snarl, evidently able to hear Anthemion laughing over just how often this girl has managed to knock him off his feet in this round alone. What he had intended to be an at least somewhat elegant royal match quickly devolves into the children's weapons being forgotten in favor of a wrestling match in the dirt. The princess is seriously attempting to put the struggling boy in a headlock- Askran really looks like he's considering slipping the sheath on his dagger but the princess is preventing him from using it effectively. Anthemion has to actively try not to be entertained by the spectacle- When shadows abruptly fall over the two royals and his fears are realized.
"Anaris Seasa Vass! What in Teleri's name are you doing!" A woman's unfamiliar voice rings out, soon followed by Queen Atla's softer, "Askran."
Thinking quickly, the princess manages to toss their daggers into the slightly mangled bushes while Askran fairly shoots up, eyes wide and guilty. His hands freeze over his dirtied clothing, as if he isn't sure whether trying to dust them off would help or just call more attention to his sorry state. His once perfectly coiffed crimson hair is sticking up in tufts and there's a lavender petal smeared on his left cheek. He's biting his lip anxiously, golden gaze held by his father's cool charcoal gray as the king comes to stand beside his wife. While the princess' mother makes her disapproval known, King Alaskiir need only give Askran a look to utterly devastate him. Still, Askran manages to rally at the Calean queen's words- "H-her dress." He begins in a small voice. "It was my fault-"
Anthemion had already been considering making his way into the open to confess his own grievous part in their folly, but somehow Queen Atla catches his movement- her frown deepens and she shakes her head with a disappointment that he feels physically. "Oh, this is no way to treat your betrothed."
He actually does feel this physically, as he trips and nearly stumbles into a similarly shocked Askran. "What?! Whose?!"
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 16, 2019 0:01:32 GMT -5
{ lol Emi would take pains to avoid outright proposing to avoid that very situation. He'd say it in a really roundabout way. Like- "It'd be easier to fight me if we lived in the same place. And shared the same bed...ahem- I could poison you easier if we ate together everyday as well-" }
{ It is! And also the strings on that one oof. That's a really pretty song, I see why you like it~! }
{ Also sorry for the delay! I haven't been able to just sit and write for a bit- }
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 16, 2019 2:52:31 GMT -5
Anaris cringed as the boy tried to take the fall for her dress fully, she felt bad almost, even though he had been the one who stepped on it and tore it in the first place. She had finished the job. "Well. I helped... I finished the tear.." She said.
"I don't even want to hear it Anaris." Her mother raised her hand the young girl bit her lip shifting nervously, she glanced over at the boy standing next to her she almost felt worse for him. At least she'd get an ear full the whole way home and then it would be over. But it seemed like his parents weren't going to let that go easily. Kean, on the other hand, was never going to let her live this down, he'd make sure to remind her of the time she got into trouble at a party for peace with her betrothed.
With her what?
Her eyes went wide as she looked up at the royals looking down at them. "MY WHAT? HIM?!" She looked at Anthemion and her jaw dropped quite literally then her gaze turned back to her parents. "No!! Wait what?!" There was no way she was going to marry either of them, no way. This was just something to scare them right?
"You didn't know that is part of the reason we are at this party stupid," Kean called down, earning an intense glare from his father. He stepped back and laughed nervously rubbing the back of his neck and going quiet.
"I can't marry him. He is so annoying!" She said looking at the brothers appalled, this couldn't be real. Her face grew hot and started to get redder and this wasn't from the wrestling it was out of pure embarrassment.
"Get up here now young lady." The queen said. Of course, Ana didn't make any move to go up there, she was too scared about what she was going to hear once she made it over there. "If I or your father have to come down there you won't even want to imagine how hard your life is going to be Anaris." The princess glanced at the two boys, her face had lavender smeared on it too and her hair was a mess, bits poking out of the once really pretty braid, her dress was a complete mess; stain, torn, wrinkled, basically destroyed.
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 19, 2019 0:15:37 GMT -5
{ Thanks! And sounds fun lol- maybe I should try looking for more too~ }
{ Of course, it's not like Emi cares or anything... he might get teary a bit, when he first sees her wearing the dress, but it's because she's so ugly in it that it makes him cry. Of course }
{ They're the 'not angry just disappointed' parents and it does Critical Damage. }
{ So here's this- }
As much as he agreed with her sentiment, Anthemion can't help being a little miffed at the princess' open dismay. Well he doesn't want to marry her any more than she does him! Less, even! Askran's eyes are wide and darting between all present, his lips quirked awkwardly as if he's on the verge of laughing but isn't sure if he should. He'd likely be laughing if he knew who, exactly, the betrothal concerned- as long as it isn't him. He has no desire to have anything more to do with someone who can and will put him in a headlock. Anthemion scowls and crosses his arms despite a Look from the king. "I'M annoying?" He scoffs, "You're the one-"
"She said-" Askran begins simultaneously, but both are cut off by a loud hum from Queen Atla, her sunny way of communicating that she is distinctly Displeased. The three children stood red-faced as they wrestled with this new revelation until the adults felt they'd let them stew enough and ordered them to return to the castle. Askran's knee-jerk reaction is to obey, but when he notices that the other two aren't moving, he hesitates and shifts uncomfortably. Anthemion drops his arms in a definitive gesture and storms over to the balcony. If his 'parents' want to talk, he'll talk. And get this over with. The idea that they've 'taken him in' to their family only to use him as a bargaining chip rankles- and he has no doubt that it's him the Queen was speaking to. He may be older, but Askran has stronger ties to the throne.
Askran glances back at the princess warily before reluctantly following the blond, his posture uncharacteristically hunched. Rather than climb back up, or accept the hand his father extends to him, however, the two wait at the base of the balcony for Anaris to join them so that they could ascend together.
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