Post by efflorescence on Dec 9, 2017 16:01:46 GMT -5
Hey y'all, My name's Efflorescence but feel free to call me Lorey because yes, I know my screen name is hard to remember. I cant remember it. It's okay.
Anyways, simple rules. Give me at least a paragraph or two, feel free to jump in however you like(Friends of my characters, staff, a magical horse that floats in through the window, I really don't care), and feel free to ditch whenever you like, it's a jump-in, not a commitment. I will put how many people are RPing here in numerical form in the Subject. I also hate jumping into roleplays that are busy.
Alright y'all, let's begin.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may present Lady Angeline Evaldsdottir and Sir Navi Evaldsson of the Icelandic Branch of Novelty, Daughter and Son of the Representative of-" The man cut off as the young woman and young man both shook their heads slightly, both of their faces bright with embarrassment. With an apologetic grimace, he folded the piece of paper and tiredly motioned them to descend the stairs.
No one really bothered to look at the pair, easily some of the youngest in the room. Navi, with his white-blonde hair reluctantly tamed to settle against his shoulders neatly, was a sort of uneasy charm in a black tuxedo and a pale blue bowtie. Pale skin braced pale blue eyes that matched the satin which draped around his sister with an easy elegance. Angeline, unlike her brother, seemed right at home at the gala. She was every bit the Winter Queen in her pale blue gown, the train of which brushed the ground with glittering diamond snowflakes that trailed over her chest, the sheer sleeves that hooked over each middle finger, pattering the seams of the slit over her left leg in the A-line skirt. However, she also seemed just as out of place as she was at home - her hair, long and curled to her waist, was dyed a pale snowy blue that matched her gown's sheen exactly. Diamonds snowflake pins secured a crown of icy blue braids around her head. She was one of few women who did not wear rich reds or greens in honor of the holiday.
"Ah, the Icelanders," drawled a British accent, and the siblings were blocked by a broad man in a plain black tux. "Ah, the British ambassador," Angeline sighed, glancing at her brother who just looked on drolly. "What a... pleasant surprise," she purred in her lovely accent, and her older brother snorted softly, tugging on her arm gently to pull her away from the growing tension. "Find any good reason to still dislike us, 'Íslandsvinur'?" She allowed her brother to pull her away now, to settle next to him on a red velvet couch. "Oh, thank you," the siblings said in unison as a waiter offered them a choice of hors-d'oeuvres piled onto small plates. Both siblings offered a plate and a glass of bubbling non-alcoholic apple wine - at seventeen, Angeline was still a minor, even in France. Navi was simply not interested in alcohol. The siblings munched on Tartlette and sipped scrumptious Pumpkin Soup Shooters as they talked to each other quietly, admiring the glass ceiling and twenty-feet-tall Christmas trees, the sparkling baubles from the walls and the polished floors.
"Angel, look!" Navi nudged his younger sisters' arm and glanced upwards pointedly, seeing snowflakes swirling at the glass ceiling. "Looks like you really are the winter queen now," he said with amusement, straightening a beautiful diamond snowflake pin in her blue hair. ANgeling chuckled quietly, admiring the snow int he sky above them and the glass. They were both so entranced with the snow above, neither of them had any attention left for the events around them.
Anyways, simple rules. Give me at least a paragraph or two, feel free to jump in however you like(Friends of my characters, staff, a magical horse that floats in through the window, I really don't care), and feel free to ditch whenever you like, it's a jump-in, not a commitment. I will put how many people are RPing here in numerical form in the Subject. I also hate jumping into roleplays that are busy.
Alright y'all, let's begin.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may present Lady Angeline Evaldsdottir and Sir Navi Evaldsson of the Icelandic Branch of Novelty, Daughter and Son of the Representative of-" The man cut off as the young woman and young man both shook their heads slightly, both of their faces bright with embarrassment. With an apologetic grimace, he folded the piece of paper and tiredly motioned them to descend the stairs.
No one really bothered to look at the pair, easily some of the youngest in the room. Navi, with his white-blonde hair reluctantly tamed to settle against his shoulders neatly, was a sort of uneasy charm in a black tuxedo and a pale blue bowtie. Pale skin braced pale blue eyes that matched the satin which draped around his sister with an easy elegance. Angeline, unlike her brother, seemed right at home at the gala. She was every bit the Winter Queen in her pale blue gown, the train of which brushed the ground with glittering diamond snowflakes that trailed over her chest, the sheer sleeves that hooked over each middle finger, pattering the seams of the slit over her left leg in the A-line skirt. However, she also seemed just as out of place as she was at home - her hair, long and curled to her waist, was dyed a pale snowy blue that matched her gown's sheen exactly. Diamonds snowflake pins secured a crown of icy blue braids around her head. She was one of few women who did not wear rich reds or greens in honor of the holiday.
"Ah, the Icelanders," drawled a British accent, and the siblings were blocked by a broad man in a plain black tux. "Ah, the British ambassador," Angeline sighed, glancing at her brother who just looked on drolly. "What a... pleasant surprise," she purred in her lovely accent, and her older brother snorted softly, tugging on her arm gently to pull her away from the growing tension. "Find any good reason to still dislike us, 'Íslandsvinur'?" She allowed her brother to pull her away now, to settle next to him on a red velvet couch. "Oh, thank you," the siblings said in unison as a waiter offered them a choice of hors-d'oeuvres piled onto small plates. Both siblings offered a plate and a glass of bubbling non-alcoholic apple wine - at seventeen, Angeline was still a minor, even in France. Navi was simply not interested in alcohol. The siblings munched on Tartlette and sipped scrumptious Pumpkin Soup Shooters as they talked to each other quietly, admiring the glass ceiling and twenty-feet-tall Christmas trees, the sparkling baubles from the walls and the polished floors.
"Angel, look!" Navi nudged his younger sisters' arm and glanced upwards pointedly, seeing snowflakes swirling at the glass ceiling. "Looks like you really are the winter queen now," he said with amusement, straightening a beautiful diamond snowflake pin in her blue hair. ANgeling chuckled quietly, admiring the snow int he sky above them and the glass. They were both so entranced with the snow above, neither of them had any attention left for the events around them.