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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:01:02 GMT -5
{ hello Bo! are you ready for fun adventures aboard the roleplay train! }
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 10, 2017 17:04:32 GMT -5
choo choo! //puts on conductor hat// Wooo! yes I am!
went a little too far with that metaphor xDD hey Mush<3
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:08:33 GMT -5
{ I don't think you went far enough! how are you doing Beauregard? }
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 10, 2017 17:19:39 GMT -5
ah true. never far enough with train metaphors! xD I'm pretty good. trying to multitask finishing characters while taking notes xD how are you Moo shu pork? i'm sorry that was the first thing I thought of xD
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:24:07 GMT -5
{ taking notes? Booooo are you in class? I'm good. I've been working on a starter and I think it's going pretty well so far!
really? I would have gone with Muregard! because I'm uncreative like that }
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 10, 2017 17:32:36 GMT -5
ah no no no thank goodness~ we have to take notes out of our textbook before class :c because our prof doesn't believe in powerpoints Dx it's not too bad though because I type them out xD oh yes! good thing for no writers block //knock on wood// don't want to jinx you!
psh uncreative my butt
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:38:35 GMT -5
{ ewww! I had a teacher like that last semester except she did have powerpoints but taking our own notes was mandatory xP }
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 10, 2017 17:39:12 GMT -5
》I'm really excited for this.
I've been listening to pirate music and drawing Lou as a pirate for the past hour. xD《
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:48:30 GMT -5
Princess Thelma
Today was Thelma’s wedding day, and if she managed not to retch on herself or a guest, she’d consider the entire event a resounding success.
Her maids refused to meet her gaze while they laced her into her gown and twitched the train into perfect folds, but she’d caught their looks of pity mixed with horror from the corner of her eye. Thelma told herself to ignore them. Arranged marriages were the fate of nearly all noble women, each one made for power, for trade, for good of country. She had never considered herself an exception from this long-standing tradition. The only question was when— not if —it happened. But no one could have foreseen an immortal to play the part of Thelma’s groom. It was the first inter-marriage since the formation of the Courts hundreds of years ago. How lucky was she that the honor fell on her?
If only all that luck and honor wasn’t roiling like a choppy sea in her gut, threatening to surge into her throat. Thelma swayed on the tailoring stool at the thought of it. A fae groom. A fae groom! It was something out of a nightmare. Something weary mothers told their restless broods. “Behave yourselves or I’ll marry you off to an immortal!” It didn’t feel real. She only became aware of her swaying when a hand gripped her leg to steady her. She glanced down at the royal dressmaker, face flushing with embarrassment.
Worry lines gathered even more wrinkles into the woman’s face. She spat the pins clamped between her lips into her free hand. “Are you alright, your highness?”
Thelma nodded. She breathed deep to quell her fear and waited for nausea to subside. The time for tears and sickness had passed. She’d indulged in her terror earlier in the privacy of her bedroom. Her future husband faced the same fate. With the gift of privilege came the burden of expectation. As the crown prince of the Immortal Court, his duty was to marry in a way most beneficial to his people. He’d meet Thelma for the first time as they stood before a flock of bishops and pledged themselves to each other. She stifled a humorless laugh at the thought, feeling the sickness return. She’d be giving her entire life to him, but he’d only be giving a fraction of his to her. What was the point in pledging loyalty to someone, of vowing to devote yourself to them, if it was impossible for them to do the same? It struck her for what felt like the umpteenth how alike their relationship would be to that of a servant and master.
The young princess couldn’t blame the crown prince for her circumstances. She couldn’t blame him for being destined to outlive her and move on to the next wife. That would be as silly as blaming a fish for swimming or an eagle for flying. Of course, that didn’t mean she hadn’t found someone to blame.
The royal dressmaker tugged a few more times on her gown, snapped out orders to her assistant seamstresses to pick up pins, thread and needles and pronounced their work done. Offering a hand, she helped Thelma off the stool. “Come to the mirror and see, my lady. You look beautiful.”
Thelma followed her to the full length mirror standing in one corner of her room. The pale reflection looking back at her did nothing to cheer her, and for a moment she fancied she stared at a stranger.
The gown was a masterful creation of embroidered bronze silk that hugged her hips and thighs before flowing out into a skirt and train. The fabric followed the line of her shoulders but left her neck and collar bones bare. Long sleeves ended at points over her hands. Her hair was coiffed in an intricate style of braids woven together and fastened with jeweled pins, the sight was astonishing given how short her hair was. She wore the rich trappings of a woman of high station and great wealth.
Thelma considered herself none of the above.
As the second-born daughter of Dawn Queen Iris, she had always known her duty was to marry well and nothing more. When she was younger and full of dreams, Thelma had always hoped her mother would overlook her and she would be free to do as she pleased. But nobody escapes the gaze of Queen Iris, especially not her own daughters. So when talk of a marriage to unite the long-divided Courts began, Thelma already knew she was the lamb to slaughter.
Her maids watched her with thinly veiled pity, making Thelma feel all the worse. A knock on the door made her heart twitch, already knowing who stood on the other side.
“Enter,” Thelma waved a hand to her maids, shooing them away as her mother swept into her chambers.
“Thelma, you look like a treasure,” the Dawn Queen was beaming ear-to-ear as she looked her second-born up and down. Emerald eyes sparkled with unabashed pride at the creature standing before her. No, Thelma couldn’t blame the fae prince, this was all her mother’s fault. She saw her daughter not as a princess nor a girl, but simply as a wild mustang that was in dire need of some breaking in and marriage was just the way to wrangle her in. Or so Thelma believed. Queen Iris circled her, smile growing and interest swelling with every round she made. “You make a perfect bride!” She clapped her hands together before taking Thelma’s.
The girl resisted the urge to stiffen at the word ‘bride’, instead twitching her lips into a smile that paled in comparison to her darling mother’s. “Don’t I? It’s too bad Hannah isn’t wearing this gown.”
The Queen’s smile faltered only briefly, “Thelma, you mustn’t say such things. Marrying Hannah off to Prince Tamlin would be handing over the Mortal Court to immortals. I’m not sure we’re ready for that yet.”
Thelma’s heart dropped. She didn’t get it. Her mother didn’t understand. Thelma wasn’t worried about uniting the Courts. She didn’t want to get married! She especially didn’t want to marry a fae! The girl swallowed these thoughts down, trapping them just beneath the surface and nodded, “Of course, mother, I was only joking.” She wasn’t joking.
Satisfied with this, Queen Iris’s beaming smile returned, “Right then! Hurry along now! We have a wedding to attend!”
---- St. Priscilla’s Cathedral was a masterpiece of architecture. Her great-grandfather had commissioned it years prior for the sole purpose of royal weddings. This meant two things:
1. The Cathedral only saw use every few decades. 2. The lack of use meant it was still in near-perfect condition.
It’s structure was as menacing was it impressive. Dozens of tall, white spires like needles threaded the sky. A pair of statues guarded the massive mahogany doors. Thelma paused to admire them (at least, that’s what she told herself). Made of polished black stone, the statues depicted a pair of women dressed in flowing gowns, heads bowed, one held a bouquet, the other held a sword. Thelma’s lingered on the woman with the sword, her stare broken by a nudge from Queen Iris.
“I know, you’re nervous, dear,” she began, her voice taking on a gentler, almost sad, tone, “I was too. But this is a momentous occasion! And I’m sure your new husband will find you to be gorgeous.” Thelma opened her mouth to protest, but her mother cut her off, sweeping the flimsy white veil to cover her daughter’s face. Her stomach was already working itself into knots and storms when the doors swung inward, guiding them into the belly of St. Priscilla’s Cathedral.
The pews were stuffed to bursting with members of both Courts. Witch. Human. Fae. Vampire. Mixes of both and half and all. Thelma knitted her fingers together, hoping no one could see how they shook. This was her duty. She had a job to complete and failure was unacceptable. Over and over again she went over the instructions, wishing now more than ever that she had paid closer attention when Queen Iris had described the ceremony to her. Walk straight. One foot after the other. Stop at the altar. Turn to your future husband. Say nothing. Do nothing.
Wait no!
Don’t say nothing!
There were vows to recite, weren’t there? Wasn’t there something she was supposed to say?
Too late.
Somewhere beneath the roaring din of Thelma’s frenzied panic was the sound of an organ playing music as sweet as honey. At some point, Queen Iris had trailed away from her daughter’s side, leaving her to walk the aisle alone. It didn’t matter how many hundred of witnesses cramped the pews, the Cathedral might as well have been empty. She kept her eyes on her feet, not daring to glance up at her husband-to-be. The girl was suddenly and overwhelmingly thankful for the veil that obscured her features and only wished it was completely opaque.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 17:49:29 GMT -5
》I'm really excited for this.
I've been listening to pirate music and drawing Lou as a pirate for the past hour. xD《
{{ }} { did you say drawing!? show! me!
only if you want to, that is }
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 10, 2017 17:52:21 GMT -5
》I'm really excited for this.
I've been listening to pirate music and drawing Lou as a pirate for the past hour. xD《
{{ }} { did you say drawing!? show! me!
only if you want to, that is } 》As soon as I get it finished, sure! xD I'm not great, but practice makes perfect, after all. :3《
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Feb 10, 2017 18:04:34 GMT -5
omg, that starter is great<3 ahhhhhh I shall work on my own with TamTam<3
also, omg drawing<3 I'm sure it's great :3
probably better than I could ever do xD
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 18:07:39 GMT -5
{ thank you <3 also. I just realized Tamlin and Thomsin's names rhyme }
{ oh ho! I'll be the judge of that, Shouts!
I need a better nickname for you }
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 10, 2017 18:12:06 GMT -5
》I'll have my starter up soon, too!
Well, thank you. I should be done with it soon. :3
And you can call me Sho, if you want. C:《
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 18:14:46 GMT -5
{ alright, Sho it is then! good luck on your starter! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 10, 2017 18:34:23 GMT -5
I live
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 18:36:14 GMT -5
{ hello Rob! hello Cloudy! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 10, 2017 18:37:50 GMT -5
Hmm, I am gonna wait to make a starter for abbit
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 10, 2017 20:19:03 GMT -5
( just posting here so the main page is on my participated <3 will finish my my characters tomorrow! )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 20:22:53 GMT -5
{ I second Rob. your avvie is beautiful and alright. take your time! }
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Post by вlue вlood on Feb 10, 2017 20:32:15 GMT -5
( ahaa thanks!! c;
my time to sleep is well overdue - night guys! )
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Feb 10, 2017 20:33:02 GMT -5
{ aight Rob g'night Blue! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 10, 2017 20:34:00 GMT -5
my eyessss
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 10, 2017 20:58:52 GMT -5
allergies
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