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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 3:47:21 GMT -5
 Orson
Orson was, well, nervous to say the least. The young prince absently fiddled with the cuff on his coat sleeve as the carriage rolled along. He stared through the small window hole as the unfamiliar terrain bounced along beside them. His eyes were distant, the dark pools swirling with unspoken thoughts. The last of five to be married… He gave a low sigh, a slight frown marring his smooth face.
”Orson, sit up. And, stop sulking. This is a great honor, and your father would be very proud of you.” His mother’s voice broke through the silence, bringing a ray of light through the storm clouds in his mind. He forced a small smile, reaching his hand across to take his mother’s delicate, outstretched one.
”I know Momma, I know. I’m just…nervous. What if she doesn’t like me? Or, what if they decide I’m not…good enough?” His voice was soft and small, uncertain of the future ahead. His mother gave a small smile, reaching up her free hand to cup his face. Orson leaned his head into her hand, smiling as her thumb smoothed over his cheek. ”My sweet little bear, it will all work out fine. They’re going to love you,” Queen Devika* reassured. Orson closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the feeling of his mother’s love. He had about a week left with her before she would return home and he would be left alone in a strange kingdom with a new wife, so he was determined to savor every moment he could. It was bittersweet, but his duty as a prince was to put the kingdom’s needs before his own.
He would always put the needs of others above his.
The carriage rattled to a stop, the coachman hopping down nimbly to open the door. His mother descended, straightening slightly. His mother was a strong, powerful woman; she was single handedly running their large, sickly kingdom while his father rested. He, the great king of Sollemnia** couldn’t possibly be sick. Of course, looking over a sickly kingdom could do that to a great man, regardless. But his father would be fine, and this marriage would allow his kingdom to focus their attention to healing the sick rather than protection as that would come from their alliance.
As they entered the castle, Orson was struck with how beautiful it was. Although he was fond of their much smaller kingdom, he did have to admit that the landscape was beautiful and the castle was stunning, although terrifyingly huge. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much time he would spend getting lost in here. They made their way through the castle’s front entrance and up to the throne room. Their footsteps echoed down the hallway as they were escorted by a cheerful guard that happily answered the questions his mother incessantly peppered him with. Orson made a mental note to learn the patient knight’s name later.
”Presenting Her Highness, Queen Devika of Sollemnia and her youngest son, Prince Orson,” The herald called forth. Prince Orson took a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and shaking himself slightly to dispel his nerves. He painted a pleasant smile on and followed his mother in. Upon entering, his eyes first appraised the stained glass windows and the high ceilings. Their footsteps echoed loudly, and he noted the lovely acoustics. What a live band would do for this gorgeous building!
His eyes took in the lavish thrones and the stately king and queen. His gaze travelled over to the princess. In that moment, every thought he’d had scattered from his brain like marbles on a wood floor. He slowed slightly, coming to a stop beside his mother, eyes glued on the lovely princess on the throne. He swallowed nervously, unable to look away. She was like a breath of fresh air, a rose in the midst of thorns. She was gorgeous and intriguing, and he absolutely was not worthy.
A sharp elbow in his side caused him to release the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His mother side eyed him sharply as she bent her head forward and dipped into a graceful curtsy. Orson hastily bent forward at the waist, lowering his head deeply as he tried to still his racing heart.
”Greetings, Your Majesties. I am Queen Devika of Sollemnia Kingdom, and this is my son, Prince Orson. We are honored to be here, and greatly appreciate your invitation to meet with us before the wedding.” His mother straightened and Orson quickly snapped up, eyes flying back to the princess as he struggled to maintain his manners and good posture, focused intently on her.
Smitten didn’t even begin to cover it.* Devika meaning “little goddess”
** Sollemnia meaning “religious”
 Talulla
Sunlight cut through the slits in the floor length curtains and snaked across the bedroom to drape across the frame of the sleeping girl. Princess Talulla lay in her bed, half-asleep, mind blissfully empty as she enjoyed the silence of the castle (save for the birds chirping pleasantly outside her window). Talulla’s favorite moments were these times when the hustle and bustle of the kingdom was at a stand still. It wasn’t long before she heard a soft creak as her chamber door swung open. A small, black ball of fur sprang up to her bed, purring loudly as it nestled against her neck and chest, nuzzling her face. Talulla gave a soft giggle, pulling the small cat to her and kissing its soft head.
”Good morning m’lady. Time to rise, we have a big day ahead of us!” Constance, her lady’s maid, greeted the young princess. Talulla grunted in response as the kitten mewled at Constance to chime his own two cents in. ”Enough of that, up! We have lots to attend to before your guests—and future husband—arrive!” The chipper maid gently tugged the young princess into a sitting position. Talulla groaned again before allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. Constance smoothed over the girl’s wild bed head before guiding the sleepy princess to the bathroom. There, Talulla took a rosewater bath, falling back asleep as Constance scrubbed and detangled her hair.
”Alright, c’mon dearie. Let’s get you dried off and get some breakfast in you,” Constance said as she handed the lithe girl a towel. Talulla dried herself off before wrapping herself in a satin robe. She ate on her balcony as Constance brushed her hair out once more. Once it had dried, Talulla followed her to her expansive closet. They pondered over fabrics before she pulled out a smooth, simple gown. Dark blue in color, the gown was modest for a princess. But, it suited the girl.
Constance helped Talulla shimmy into it, tying up the back of the gown. The fabric was fitted at the waist and had an A-line neck with a tulle, full length skin that draped gracefully to the floor, The dress was sleeveless, with a low dip in the back exposing her muscular shoulders and graceful spine. It was fitting and subtle, but she didn’t want to give the wrong impression to a stranger.
”Alright, m’lady, it’s about time. Are you ready?” Constance smiled at Talulla’s expression in the mirror as she finished plaiting the girl’s long blonde tresses. Talulla gave a small, uncertain nod, following Constance down to the throne room. She bent down, bowing to her father before leaning in to place a tender kiss on his cheek and finding her seat at his right hand. A small chirp sounded at her feet, then her little black cat leaped up and tucked himself beside her, purring contentedly.
”I agree Dario*, I think this is a bit too fast for me,” She whispered to the small kitten. She straightened as the doors opened, holding her head up as she awaited her future…. husband. * Dario meaning “possessor of good”. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 5:16:05 GMT -5
[ thank you!!! i love them already hehehe
gorl i KNOW what you mean heheh injust ate way too much cereal hehee
i am glad u r back tho bc i am ITCHING to meet silas c; ] |
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Post by inky on Aug 9, 2020 5:23:09 GMT -5
(RIGHT!) (Dude i lowkey love cereal like its so good XD) (Yes !! I'm almost done with his post and On to Ana's  SO EXCITED) |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 5:35:37 GMT -5
[ i eat cereal all the time oh my god like it’s way too big a part of my diet ughhh but i am not upset about it
YAY I AM SO EXCITED OH MY GOODNESS also orson drooling over anaris ??? we have to stan hehehe
silas being like “this lame princess” and then she’s just like “ok” and just ignores him and he’s like ?? where is the effort to get to know me ??
like she answers any questions and if he talks to her, most of the time she will respond but she makes no effort on her part and it drives him NUTS ] |
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Post by inky on Aug 9, 2020 6:14:29 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
"Come now Ana look like a lady they will be here any minute!" The queen snapped at her daughter hitting her lightly in the arm with the back of her palm. The blue eyed woman shot a glare her mothers way and pouted for a moment. She wasn't going to win this one, she knew better than to try to out stubborn her mother. This didn't mean she wasn't going to try and out petty her though.
"Of course your royal Highness Queen Selsa." Anaris smirked as she bowed her head holding her arm out as if it was some kind of grandiose gesture from her seat. Sitting up quickly to avoid the hand that came flying at her the smirk turned into a full blown grin and laugh. "Okay okay I get it. I'll behave." She pushed her shoulders back, straightened her back and sat like the lady she was supposed to be. Her hands folded neatly in her lap and her blue gaze locked on to the door for a moment. Quickly they darted to her mother. "Better?"
She earned a harsh glare, "Much better. See you can look like the princess you are." Her mother share the same smirk as the young woman had previously. Only a few minutes passed when the echo of doors and names filled the hall. Orson? Hmm a nice name. The princess's eyes locked on to the door and the people the entered. First her eyes landed on the Queen, she was beautiful. She knew that she was a powerful woman just by the way she walked. Anaris recalled her father mentioning the king wasn't in the best condition currently. She respected that. Slowly her eyes moved to the prince who seemed to be looking at the stained glass above them. The smallest hint of a smile crossed her lips. It was like watching a child try to remain composed around tarts.
Their eyes met and her eyes locked on to him with an intensity that didn't move. He was handsome she wasn't going to deny that, were those dimples? His gaze hadn't left her either till he had to bow to them, she took note of that. Anaris was used to the stares, she got them often but his seemed softer. There was something different about how he had looked at her. No matter. She wanted to get this over with, she'd promised the horses she'd stop by today.
The king and queen both dipped their heads in response to their bows. Anaris quickly followed their lead pulling herself away from examining the prince. "I King Carden of Ibepis and Queen Selsa welcome you to our home. We hope your journey was an easy one and hope you enjoy your stay." The king spoke first with a soft smile glad Anaris was acting right finally.
"This is our daughter, Princess Anaris." The queen said turning to the princess smiled softly at the both of them, trying to uphold the whole lady thing as long as she could. "We look forward to this wedding and the union of our kingdoms." She said. Now the Queen was a kind woman but this voice was not the one she had been using with Anaris earlier. This was the formal Queen of Ibepis voice. Gross. The young woman's eyes made there way back to the prince once more, and again the smallest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She could almost see him struggling to not look excited about the large castle and well her.
Cute.
"We are sure you both are exhausted from your travels. So we will show you your rooms during your stay and there is a lunch scheduled later we would love for you both to join us and get to know each other better." Her mother glance over at Anaris who seemed to be examining the strapping young prince.
»Silas Payne
The ride to their neighboring kingdom had been a long one, the prince was tired and bored now. He'd only brought two books not thinking it would have taken this long. He was doing what again? Oh right, getting married. How dull. Was this princess going to be any different than the other princesses he'd met. Not many of them had a brain in their heads and most drooled over the good looking prince. It was so boring. Nothing but a pretty face and nothing behind it to fill the little head.
Regardless, his kingdom needed this. They needed the money and the protection, and in order for him to keep his place as king one day, he needed to marry. "Would you put that book down and focus on what I'm telling you?" The boys father snapped taking the book from his hands. "You can't mess this up and be rude to this princess understand?" His voice was firm and it was clear the king meant business. "None of your pretending she doesn't exist."
"Yes father, I'll endure what ever kind of princess. For the kingdom." The prince said stretching his arms over his head. This was so boring, so typical. Beside him sat his mother, an older woman graying hair her age was clear but she held it with grace. Across from the sprawled out prince was his father, also an older man with a full beard and hair that was fully white now. "Do you think this one has a brain?"
"Silas! This is why you haven't married. You really must learn sometimes it is better not to speak than to speak." His mother scolded gently while reaching over to fix his shirt which he'd purposely left a mess. She wasn't having that one little bit. "Listen my sweet boy, we need this alliance war is soon to reach our boarders and this kingdom could mean safety for our people." She said brushing the strands of hair that had fallen out of the loose pony tail the prince had done himself.
"I understand mother. I'll try my best to keep my truth to myself." He said kissing his mother's hand softly. "If only to please you and father I'll entertain this." The king sighed rubbing his face for a moment. It was as good as they were going to get out of him. The prince slumped further down, he was basically sprawled out across the carriage. He was tall but how did he take up so much space?
Once there his mother insesently fixed him up trying to make him at least look like he cared. She got the job done seconds before the doors opened.
"Presenting His royal Higness King Zyre and Queen Nera of Elizazar and their eldest son Prince Silas." The man's voice rang into the hall as the three entered the castle. It was bigger than what he was used to. But this wasn't the first time he'd been to another castle looking to be married. His eyes scanned over the king who sat beside the pretty blonde princess. Was that a cat beside her? He did it best to look like he cared since his mother had been so annoying about it. She was beautiful, freckled with little sun kisses and golden hair to match. Her eyes were warm like fresh honey, and enough to make him stand a little taller and care just a bit more. Of course, she'd have to be more than a pretty face. All three of them bowed in unison
"It is a pleasure to finally be here. We thank you for allowing us to stay here in the week prior to the wedding. I am King Zyre , my wife and Queen Nera and our eldest son Silas." The king said being the first to stand out of the three, followed shortly after the Queen and the tall prince. Thanks to the bow a bit of his hair fell forward and his mother instantly noticed. Prince Silas couldn't help but smile since he knew she wanted so badly to fix it but couldn't and he was just going to let it be. His gaze lingered on the princess once more, her eyes peaked his interest at least a little bit, so did the kitten curled close to her. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 12:34:05 GMT -5
[ I FELL ASLEEP SORRRY
yes orson is constantly watching and hovering near the princess, eager to get to know her and she's just like slightly annoyed but finds quickly she doesn't actually mind his presence bc he's so gentle and patient and bam suddenly they're hanging out all the time cx
Silas is just like "oh she's not just a body, perfect. amazing. wedding bells around." and she's just like "ok bye time to tend to the garden" and just disappears and he's like ??? "now wAIT A MINUTE you're supposed to be interested in ME" and she's like "am I?" HAHAH]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 13:15:57 GMT -5
Orson
As Orson dipped his head in his bow, he couldn’t help but be slightly grateful. The princess’ gaze was intense and deep, like looking into bright pools of crystal ocean waves. He could spiral down in them all day, if she would let him. He felt his face warm slightly as he raised himself up to find her gaze back on his. She looked regal and intelligent and beautiful. He was a little nervous now, honestly, wondering desperately what she thought of him and his highly decorated coat.
Yes, the prince had fought in many wars and skirmishes, but he didn’t want the princess to get the impression he was violent or anything along those lines. Orson was probably the furthest one could get from violent, with his deep and gentle voice and his ever patient, steadfast mind. He barely slaughtered unless absolutely necessary, and hated the act when he had to perform it. He could tell this princess was intelligent, and prayed it was enough for her to overlook his exterior and find the shy, quaking boy inside.
As the king and queen spoke, he made no move to look at them, standing perfectly straight and still. He only looked away when his mother clasped her hands together with a soft clap. ”A lunch sounds absolutely lovely, I’m quite ravished myself,” The queen gave a soft, musical lilt of a laugh before she gracefully moved forward. Orson blinked, slightly dazed it would seem, as he and his mother came to wait at the foot of the stairs as the king, queen, and princess began to descend.
His eyes followed her movements, finally appraising the rest of her before coming back to rest on her face. She was gorgeous and stately, though her eyes were probably his favorite part about her thus far. You don’t even know her, and you’re already picking your favorite parts? Come on Orson, get a grip. Focus.
Yes, his mother sure knew how to pick them.
When they met finally, close enough that they could touch, Orson felt his breath catch in his throat. She was even more beautiful up close, her eyelashes curling delicately out from her eyes. The king and queen shook hands with him and his mother, and began to prattle and move forward, leaving Orson and the princess to introduce themselves. He gave a slight bow, extending his hand to take hers. He gently brought her delicate, smooth hand to his lips and placed a chaste, soft kiss to her knuckles. Her hands were slightly cool, and felt nice against his lips. Stop that.
”Princess, it’s an honor to meet you,” He greeted in a low tone with a hint of that charming, dimpled smile as he straightened slightly, gently releasing her hand. He turned then, crooking his arm to offer as an escort for her if she so desired, waiting to follow their parents, focused intently on her.
Talulla
Dario was just in the middle of describing the delicious mouse he had caught for breakfast when the doors creaked open, interrupting the kitten and princess. Talulla didn’t move at first, still listening intently to Dario as she heard the party and the herald announce their presence. She finally straightened once her father cleared his throat, softly, a slight rouge of pink blossoming in the apples of her cheeks and tips of her ears.
Her gaze fell first on the King. He was tall, strong, and looked as though he carried great power despite the smallness of the Kingdom of Elizazar. Then, her gaze travelled to the queen. The woman was stately, regal, and definitely knew how to dress. She was beautiful, and subconsciously Talulla wondered if all the woman from their kingdom were that pretty. It made her a bit self conscious, to say the least.
Finally, her eyes found themselves on the prince. She held his gaze for a moment. Her eyes were wide, intelligent, observing him as she appraised him from head to toe. Dario gave a soft chirp beside her and she turned her head, cheeks warming as the pink deepened to rose in her cheeks. ”Yes, he is rather beautiful,” She agreed with the small kitten in a hushed tone. Her father gave her a warning look before getting to his feet.
”It is an honor to have you. I trust your ride was comfortable? I hope my people were not too excited to have you here,” King Maynard* greeted them. The King was tall, with broad shoulders and defined features. He had tanned skin and golden blonde hair like his daughter, slightly darker in hue, though his eyes were a deep, striking blue. It was hard to look him directly in the eye, really, for there was a dark sadness that seemed perpetually to cloud his lovely features, dropping over him like water pours over a rock.
Talulla made no move to stand at first, instead distracted by Dario who had begun to paw at her dress. She gently moved his paw off of her several times, giving a slight giggle at the playful creature. ”Dario, please. This is not the time,” She scolded the kitten in her softest of tones, voice barely scorning the little thing. He mewled back, and she giggled again before her father sharply cleared his throat once more, causing Talulla and Dario to freeze. The rose spread gracefully down her cheeks and to her neck as Talulla gently gave Dario a little kiss and released him to scamper away from her father’s temper as she quickly got to her feet. Nervously, she smoothed her skirt to wipe some sweat off her hands.
”Anyway, this is my only daughter, Princess Talulla. We are both excited to get to know you in the week ahead, and hope Prince Silas will not find it too difficult to adjust to life here in our humble Kingdom of Dewei**. Now, I’m sure you’re all famished, so I’ve had a lavish lunch prepared to tide us all over until the royal ball tonight where we will present the couple. So, if you’ll follow me, we can begin.” His booming voice echoed slightly in the great hall afterwards for a moment before he began to make his way down.
Talulla, distracted once more with trying to figure out where Dario went, was just a moment behind him, lightly hopping down the stairs with ease, although she moved without much thought for grace. They reached the bottom and King Maynard gently shook the king and queen’s hands, leaving Talulla to meet Silas. Talulla was distracted still before finally her gaze came to meet Silas’. She looked a bit distant, though her eyes were warm as she appraised him up close.
He certainly is handsome. I suppose I should be grateful father has some semblance of taste. The rose in her cheeks had faded a good bit and after a moment, she gave a polite, small curtsy before extending a rather strong hand towards the prince, as was customary in their kingdoms.
”It is a pleasure to meet you,” She finally broke the silence. Her voice was soft and a bit low for a princess, and her tone was gentle and seemed almost musical. She was struck by how handsome the prince before her was yet again, but she pushed the thoughts down, instead waiting for him to respond. She desperately wanted, if only for a moment, to know what his voice sounded like.* Maynard meaning “brave, hardy, strong”.
** Dewei meaning “highly virtuous, highly noble, of great principle”. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 15:36:25 GMT -5
I AM SMITTEN WITH THEM HEHE <3
addles;jfkl;adsk as YAY
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 16:17:17 GMT -5
[ that is LITERALLY ME every night hehehe oh my god why are we the same person. now that I'm working day shift again it's gonna be rough :/
HAHA Talulla constantly being outside and in the garden and she doesn't even REALIZE she can ?? and he's just like "I have never seen such an immaculate garden?" and he's suspicious and then he literally watches her walking around barefoot with a trail of wildflowers and he's like OH MY GOD??!!! And she has NO idea : D him teaching her about magic ?? I'm soft hehe
omg ors would LOVE for ana to spar with him and would absolutely let her win until she gets mad and is like "take me seriously" and he's like "I am you're just really cute and it's hard to focus" and she's like "STOP FLIRTING WITH ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO KICK YOUR BUTT" ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 16:41:58 GMT -5
[ you're amazing wow! that's really incredible and cool and I'm very proud of you <3 and I work not anything that serious heheh
OH MY GOOD NESS I love it and she's just like always smells like flowers and fresh earth and plants after its rained and he's like "I want to woo her with a bouquet of flowers" and she's like "AH I'M TERRIFIED emotions? BYE" and yeets out of there heheh also her talking to all the animals and understanding them and he's like ?? WHO is she talking to and doesn't realize for the longest time I'm SCREAMIGN
I LVOE IT he doesn't even mean to he just can't help it bc she is insanely distracting HAAHAH ]
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Post by inky on Aug 9, 2020 16:46:04 GMT -5
(Awww staph it thank you <3 I could never do night shifts though like I wake up dead inside and unable to function that morning XD and mean LOL I get real grumpy ) (He is just sitting there like.... is the cat responding? It meowed back....and she answered??? He is walking down the hall and he hears her giggling and is it ??? Who? What? How? HUH?) (and the more mad she gets the more he is just like "Even when she is hitting me shes beautiful" And Ana is just like "AHHHHHHHHHHH" ) (Also here is Ana's I'm working on Sil's just to give you something to start while I finish his up ) |
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Post by inky on Aug 9, 2020 16:47:06 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Her eyes continued to wander over the prince. Medals, and a great deal of them at that. She didn't mind that he was decorated, if she'd been allowed she would have joined in a few battles herself. Gods knew she tried when she was a child. Always ripping her dresses. Mother was always so cross when that happened, the lecture that followed a torn skirt because she picked a fight with some boy was one that never ended. To this day she got scolded and warn not to pick fights. His face didn't read as someone who would be decorated like that though, his eyes gave away the softness behind those medals. As his mother spoke her eyes moved to her, she seemed just as warm as her son, perhaps that was were he got it from.
Food. Her stomach was empty, she'd woken up late after all. She'd gotten very good at ignoring her Lady's maid recently. Her father and mother stood and started their desent of the stairs to the throne. There was a decent number eighteen to be exact. As a child she often jumped from the steps playing, she realized early that eighteen was too high, ten was the right number to leap off of without getting hurt. Of course that never stopped her from trying ever now and then. Maybe she could do it now.
Making her way down the stair after her parents again she looked at him, as she got closer she could clearly see his face now. It was like he was carved out of some stone. Now because he looked hard but because he was almost perfect.It was almost hard to look at him for a moment, thank the gods her parents knew how to pick out the handsome one. Briefly her eyes left his as the nerves set in a bit. This was going to be her husband.
Letting out a soft breath to calm what ever was going on she looked at his extended hand and her mother was already glaring at her. It wasn't like she was going to be rude. She gently placed her hand in his and as his lips touched her skin she felt the warm radiate down her fingers and up her arm. The smile she'd been holding back since he walked in awe stuck by the room danced across her lips as he spoke. His voice was like silk, deep and rich but soft and inviting. As he let her hand go she took did a small curtsy, "The honor is mine." Finally speaking her tone was soft but her voice had a slight rasp to it.
Taking his offer her fingers delicately wrapped around his arm, she could feel that he was without a doubt a soldier, and she wasn't going to complain about that in the least. She could feel her mothers eyes on her as she took his arm, the glare softened. See she could behave, what was the problem.
The group made there way down the halls, the room where lunch already set up was a short distance away from the throne room. Anaris couldn't find it in her to say anything to him yet. What was there to say? What would she even ask him? Hey do you like daggers? No her mother would hang her. She could hear the king and queen getting acquainted with the prince's mother. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Her father had already begun telling the story of how his grandfather's father's father had built this castle right along side his people. "He built it to honor is wife who passed shortly after child birth, he built it the way she'd always dreamed it would be. Right there in the dirty with the people he built it for her and named the castle in her likeness." He prattled on about the room where her statue was and all sorts of things as they walked. How did he fit so much in such a short walk?
This was one of her favorite rooms in the castle, next to the kitchen itself and the stables where she spent most of her time practicing and getting her nice dresses dirty. It was a room that was more balcony that room but just as big, there were flowers on the walls and around the pillars and the sunlight was filter in through a glass ceiling decorated with more vines and flowers to keep the heat from being too much. There was a table that sat in the middle of the room and is was full of all kinds of food, sort of a pick a choose type situation, only there were servants to do the choosing for you. Which was a bit annoying if Anaris was being honest but she had to play the part.
What was the point of doing that anyway? Playing the part? He was going to marry her wasn't he? Shouldn't he know what he was getting into? Anaris was a handful, she knew that. She liked it that way. As the servants gestured toward the table Anaris let go of the prince's arm, she was hungry. But she wasn't going to be able to stuff her face, no no not in front of company. Her mother's voice even scolded her in her head
»Silas Payne
His face didn't show it but he was observing her already. Distracted was a good word he'd already figured out for her. Oh no, she was going to be just another pretty face with nothing in her head but air it seemed. But the deep pools of brown held something different, he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe she had something going on up there. He just hoped she was interesting, he didn't want to be bored for the rest of his life.
His mother spoke up before his father did, she usually did that. Honestly Silas knew she was the one the king really went to when deciding things for the kingdom. It was all her, they ruled together very well. His father was strong and battle hardened while his mother was softer and made sure he didn't start fights were he didn't need to. "Yes your Majesty, our journey was a long one but a comfortable one. Your kingdom's lands are beautiful." She said a smile on her lips. The queen had heard of the darkness that hung over the king of Dewei and it was very clear he was no longer a happy man. She'd made sure Silas knew not to mention anything about his late wife. It was not wise to pry nor was it nice. The prince watched both the king and his daughter closely, and interesting pair it seemed. But not interesting enough yet at least.
Already bored with this whole interaction he let his eyes wander to the small cat playing with the princess's dress. So it was a cat. A cute kitten at that. She looked like the kind of girl who liked animals, perhaps she found they were more her speed. His thoughts snapped back as his mother spoke, "I'm sure Silas will have no problems immersed in your kingdoms culture and will adjust perfectly." The woman smiled turning to her son for a moment.
"Lunch sounds spectacular." His father piped in, of course that was where he chose to speak. Food was that man's favorite part of being king. He swears he has grown in his belly more than anywhere else since Silas was young. Once he was face to face with the princess he looked her over once again, his eyes were sharp and very analytical. Like he was trying to sum her up before she even said anything. Silas bow slightly as she curtsied, he took her hand and felt the strength behind her grip and his brow raise ever so slightly. A smirk made its way to his face as she broke the silence between them. Not waiting for him to speak first, interesting.
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Princess." There was a deepness to his voice, but it was almost one tone. There was very little differentiation in the fluctuation in his voice, it was serious and almost cold, but his words rolled out like honey over cakes. It gave very little away about him and he made sure it would remain like that. He didn't chase, he watched and let others come to him. She was no different. He assumed.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 16:52:03 GMT -5
[ <3 I mean it! also I work morning at Sbux and nights at taco bell hehe that double job life oooo hehe
I never sleep ooop just small naps here and there
also I love that? him catching her singing to the plants and birds and talking to her horse and making friends with all the animals like rabbits and such like
she's a straight up Disney princess HAHAHA
ana being so driven and fierce and ors just keeping her steady is such Leslie knope x ben Wyatt from parks n rec energy HAHAH
omg I love you but the TEXT under Silas is killing me HEHEHEH ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 17:24:43 GMT -5
[ I figure I'll sleep when I'm retired. or dead. whichever comes first xD yeah my patience has grown IMMENSELy but also my backbone is massive heheh
her just being like "oh you can't talk to cats? what are you, a peasant?" and sil being like "EXCUSE ME? I INVENTED TALKING TO ANIMALS" but being furious when he can't get it hehehe I love it. her just blowing him off initially and he's upset that he's jealous of a dang CAT for goodness sake
I love it no complaints. I also managed to finish my response for Orson so you better hurry up with Silas because I am IMPATIENT hahaahhahah ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 17:37:14 GMT -5
Orson
Orson allowed the princess to openly stare him up and down, straightening slightly under her gaze, head canted a few centimeters to the left. He enjoyed the feeling of her eyes on him, although it did funny things to his stomach. Butterflies blossomed and exploded with heat, warming his chest (and cheeks subsequently). At her smile, his heart skipped slightly, chest puffing faintly as he inhaled deeply. Her skin was sweet and smelled of flowery perfumes and oils as he kissed her, and it was slightly intoxicating.
All of her was just a pleasant, tall glass of waters.
At her voice, his attention zeroed in on her face, leaning down slightly. He was very focused, listening intently, even if it was just a few words. After she spoke and took his arm, a brilliant smile stretched across his face to confirm that he did, in fact, have dimples and a radiant grin.
They walked behind their parents, him making his steps slowed lightly to accommodate for her height. He was very conscious of exactly where her fingers wrapped around him, butterflies spiraling in his belly from their proximity. Get a grip Orson! He made no move to force conversation, knowing they would have the rest of their lives to get to know each other. Instead, he listened intently to her father, making note of what he said, eyes scoring the architecture with appreciation.
Yes, he was a great listener. And yes, he was beginning to absolutely adore this kingdom (and quite honestly, this princess attached to his arm).
As they approached the balcony-esque dining room, Orson’s eyes widened in delight at the sight. Orson loved nature and flowers, especially, having quite the eye for flower arrangements himself. His brothers had teased him about it, but his bouquets had always been his mother’s favorite. He spent lots of time out in their garden, pruning and caring for the shrubbery and picking flowers for his mother (and his begrudging brothers, though they did find them endearing). He glanced to Anaris, studying her quietly for a moment as they drew to a halt. What kind of flowers do you like, Princess?
He shifted to make it easier for her to pull his arm free before moving around her. He graciously smiled at the servant, dismissing them to instead pull her chair free himself, extending his hand to her once more with that charming, small smile teasing his dimples once more. ”Always a gentleman, first!” His mother had made sure he and his brothers were taught proper etiquette for treating a lady from a young age. And Orson was probably the most charming and well-mannered of them all.
”I have to say, this place is absolutely gorgeous.” Queen Demika’s voice cut through the silence as they all sat, ringing slightly in the room. Orson gave a quaint nod, tucking himself neatly into the seat beside Anaris. They were close enough that he could feel the heat from her arm teasing where her fingertips had just graced him. He bit his lip, stealing a glance at her as butterflies sprang forth yet again at the thought of conversation with her. What were they going to say? They had forever to get to know each other, but where do strangers meant to be wed in 6 days even start?
Orson, calm down. You’re going to embarrass yourself if you get worked up. It’s normal to be nervous, especially in the company of such an attractive lady.
Orson sat up straight, proper, smiling warmly at them as the parents began to get into ample conversation about politics, war, land allotment, etc. You know, grown up stuff. Orson took a deep breath, stealing another glance at Anaris as he waited patiently for his food to be chosen. He wasn’t a particularly picky eater, and was sure that an ample platter would be selected. He trusted the staff, and the food all smelled amazing. The boy was rather hungry after riding in a carriage all day. He ignored the growling of his stomach; lunch would come, but he was more interested in the snack beside him.
”So, Princess, are you fond of flowers?” He began, reaching his hand forward for a drink of water to calm his nerves. He shifted slightly to face his attention on her, eyes sparking with curiosity and interest. She seemed the type that would like an unusual flower, something different and unique and lovely as herself. He canted his to the left once more, taking another sip as he awaited her response.
Talulla
”Well, then, it’s settled. To lunch, yes?” King Maynard’s booming voice lilted up slightly with a jovial undertone as he took the lead. He fell into step beside King Zyre and Queen Nera, politely offering an arm to escort the queen, making sure that King Zyre was not upset by it. They began to fall into gentle conversation as King Maynard pointed out important pieces along the long hallways.
Talulla felt slightly unsettled by the man’s gaze. The princess was used to people looking through her and ignoring her presence; having someone look at her directly with an observant, slightly judgmental, tastefully condescending gaze. It was unnerving, but somewhat refreshing. Talulla’s gaze sparked slightly as she straightened a bit, now that he’s piqued her interest. Her eyes flashed with new curiosity, jaw tightening faintly under his glare. Thus, she was a bit distracted and gripped a bit harder than was appropriate.
At his eyebrow quirk, her own two jumped slightly, almost a faint dare glimmering in her gaze at his smirk. She knew it wasn’t formal of her to speak first, but she’d never been one to follow formalities; no one ever paid attention enough to her to make her. She blinked slightly at his voice, and although her expression remained carefully neutral, her eyes flashed with surprise and her cheeks betrayed her in a gentle rush of pink to the surface. His voice was smoother than anticipated, and it did make her heart accelerate a little. She cleared her throat slightly, dropping her gaze as she released his hand. She gave a short, quaint smile and brief nod.
”Alright, well let’s not fall behind, shall we?” She gave a more genuine smile, turning and moving past him, leaving him behind her without a glance back. She moved smoothly, pace steady as she glanced around. She seemed to be looking for something, and it wasn’t long before the small black kitten appeared from the shadows to patter beside her. He glanced back at Silas, large green eyes sizing him up for a moment before he flicked his tail and darted off after his princess.
It wasn’t long before they arrived in the small courtyard. The garden was visible within short walking distance from the covered dining area and was blossoming with rich flowers and plants, a bit unusual for this time of the year. It would seem that someone had quite the green thumb. The table was laid with lavish foods and warm tea as they drew near, a lovely centerpiece with beautiful blooms matching those of the garden in the center. Talulla moved forward, seating herself beside her father. The parents carried on the conversation between them as Talulla began to serve herself, eyes wide with excitement as she mulled over the food before her.
Talulla loved food. She loved cooking and baking and savoring the flavor of the fruits of hard labor. She began to eat as Dario curled beneath her seat, not even glancing over to see if Silas had sat down and was comfortable, much less to even begin conversation, digging in eagerly to the rather full plate before her. If this was how the princess ate regularly, it was a wonder how she remained so slender to the outside onlooker.
Dario flicked his tail when Silas approached the seat beside the princess, eyes glinting as almost a warning. He slithered out before hopping up into her lap, sitting primly and staring directly at the man, almost as if it were a challenge. Talulla finally spared him a glance, then turned her focus down to Dario who had turned to her with a soft “meow”. Her eyebrows flicked up slightly, a small giggle escaping her as she shook her head, smoothing a hand over the kitten’s head.
”Dario, play nice, silly,” She teased the small kitten without even glancing over at the prince. He turned his gaze back to Silas, narrowing his eyes slightly. Talulla leaned forward, kissing his small head lightly and the feline closed his eyes, giving a loud purr, but returned his focus to Silas. Though, it was a bit more relaxed and open than before while Talulla focused on her lunch. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 17:39:28 GMT -5
[ no he's wonderful! I can definitely do something with that hehe c:
brooo same. like you can push my buttons a lot but then I SNAP it's bad hehe I have secret temper that's just like ANGRY all the time c:
AHAHA him trying to learn how to transform into animals and she's reading books on romantic poetry and far off places. Sometimes when she's deeply immersed she'll make small flowers grow in response to how the story has her feeling ahhhhh they're so cute oh my god
anyways, there's orson while I pound out Talulla's so you can start anaris hehe ]
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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 9, 2020 18:30:52 GMT -5
(Ana is done now time to work on Silas woo!! ) (LOL when you are lowkey bruce banner XD) (Ahhh I love it <3 he is busy triny to find anything about animal transformation in the library and one day just comes out and is like a dog and is just like I'm ready for attention now) (Also THE SNACK NEXT TO HIM AHHHHHH LOL I squealed ) |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 18:46:24 GMT -5
[ YAY I LOVE THAT WE'RE BOTH ONLINE AND I AM IGNORIN GMY OTHER RESPONSIBILITIES HEHEHEH jk I don't have any bc classes haven't started I'm so bored oh my god hehe
I REALLY AM XD
I love that omg and she's like "I'm personally more of a cat person but you are pretty cute. never met a mute dog before. come on" and he's like "I FORGOT TO MAKE MYSELF BE ABLE TO SPEAK IN DOG SO NOW I CAN'T SPEAK AT ALL" hahahah I LOVE it. she calls him silly names and Dario is extremely jealous and protective oh my god
post ana gai nHAHAHHAH also my writing sometimes just writes itself by presenting perfect opportunities like that hehe c: ]
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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 9, 2020 19:06:46 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
God's that smile was infectious. He looked so genuinely happy with the big grin plastered on his face. How sweet it was, not a pretend I'm smiling because I have to impress you and put on a show smile but an actual smile, dimples and all.
Pulling out her chair? This was something she was used to be done for her, but never by a prince. She was a bit shocked if she was being honest but she like that. Surprisingly enough it was sweet that he wanted to cater to her already. This wouldn't be too bad if this continued. After all he was to be king one day and she his queen so his readiness to treat her as such already was welcomed. She hadn't even bat her lashes at him yet. She smiled her thanks turning to the food as she was pushed closer to the table.
As he took his seat the warm woody scent that followed him hit her. It wasn't overbearing but enough to leave its mark. Even after their trip he smelled like a warm fire mixed with, herbs? Almost like a garden? It was a nice smell, one she wouldn't mind being around often.
Often?
God's that was right they were getting married which meant they'd be spending a lot of their time together. It was expected right? Her mother and father spent a decent amount of time together, at least she assumed they did. She was always busy tending to her horse and riding as far as she could go before the sun started to set and she'd get in trouble. It was dangerous. As his attention turned to her the princess's mind returned from her thoughts that his scent had brought, the woody smell had made her think of the forest she rode through, thus her horse and such.
"Yes this room was built as.." once again her father rattled on about the room before their conversation turned to more practical things. Though Anaris didn't listen as she watched the servant pick her food. Anaris was a little picky, there were things she didn't like and that was just it. Like the plump red tomato that stared at her. Nasty little thing. Her nose wrinkled a bit as the servant reached toward it but very quickly remember the princess didn't eat those. Ana also very quickly remembered the prince was looking at her and immediately thought about how he'd probably watched her glare at a tomato.
Embarrassing.
Hearing him question her about flowers she turned her eyes to him, angling her body toward him a bit. "Am I fond of flowers?" She repeated his question looking at him for a moment. She guess the question made sense they were surrounded by flowers so the thought process was there. But didn't most people enjoy flowers? "Yes, I'm fond of flowers. Though I don't think they are all too fond of me." The princess smiled a small laugh slipping last her lips, "I can't seem to keep them alive every time I've tried the poor thing dies right off." Maybe it was because she would water it really well for a good week and then get too caught up doing something else to remember and a week or two passes her and by the time she remembers the flower has turned back into soil. "Are you fond of flowers?"
»Silas Payne
The Queen took the kings arm and Silas's father opted to walk beside the other king, fascinated by all that he had in the castle. He took no offense that his queen was on the other mans arm, in fact he welcomed it. They were to be family in less than a weeks time after all.
Did she just walk away from him?
Confusion settled over the prince's face as Talulla turned on her heel and lead the way after her parents. He blinked for a moment just standing there watching her. His eyes narrowed and he hummed his confusion quietly to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the kitten. Was that cat judging him?
No, that was just cats. They just looked like that. He snapped out of his thoughts and followed after her catching up easily, his long legs helped with that. He let his eyes wander around, barely listening to the girl's father as he pointed things out. He heard everything though, different paintings and who had done them. Then he saw the garden, it was amazing, how was it so nice right now? Maybe this was just was it was to have your kingdom well off.
When they entered the room the smell of food hit him like a wave. He paused breathing it in for a moment. He hadn't eaten yet that day his opted out of breakfast on the road, it was far to hard to enjoy his food while everything around him was bouncing. He hadn't the time to even choose if he was going to show manners or not since the princess had already taken her seat and was filling her plate as he sat down. He watched her for a moment before filling his own plate with just as much food as she did. She ate a lot is seemed.
There was that kitten again. He looked at the cat who looked like he was ready to fight Silas. He was just overthinking, it was just a cat. Silas popped a small cookie in his mouth, sweets were his thing. He loved sweets, often he'd been kicked out of the kitchen for stealing treats growing up. All of his brothers and him used to have all different kinds of ways of sneaking in and grabbing late night snack. His eyes didn't leave the cat though, it was just staring at him. What is this cats deal? There was no way it didn't want to fight him. But there was no way he was going to fight a cat. That was silly. Plus not right, he wouldn't hurt the poor thing. Of course he was sure at this point the small animal had no problem using him to sharpen its claws.
Clearing his throat a bit he chose to be a good son, for now. He did find the quirky princess interesting at least for now. Silas needed to get to know her, see if she was worth his time at least. "So, what does someone do for fun here in the castle? The garden seemed exquisite but I'm sure there is more to your home than that." He was trying to let her give as much of an answer as he could get. What did she like to do. Sit around looking pretty? Wonder through the garden and do nothing? Or did she do more interesting things. Had she ever picked up a book? Anything? Her absentmindedness said no but he couldn't help but want to know.
He was being nice for two reasons, his mother would look crossly at him from across the table and he hated that. And, that little bundle of rage was still watching him. Nicer, and less menacing but still it was judging him as he had been judging the princess. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Being judged by a cat. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 19:55:19 GMT -5
Orson
When she smiled back at him, Orson’s heart swelled slightly with joy and excitement at the lovely girl’s captivating smile. He wanted to make her smile every day like that, if her eyes were going to sparkle that much every time. He blinked, dispelling his thoughts as he focused on the feeling of the cool water traveling down his esophagus and to his fluttering stomach. Man, it’s hot in here.
He watched as she oversaw the servants making her plate, noting her adorable nose scrunches in distaste at certain foods. He gave a soft chuckle at her reaction to the tomatoes, glancing away nervously in case she heard. Alright, no tomatoes anymore. He added that to his mental list of things to remember about Anaris. Already the list was probably half a mile long, as he wanted to remember every detail about the lovely princess at his side.
She angled towards him at his question, sending his heart racing a bit more at her response. She seemed amused and surprised by his question, and he felt tense, nervous; was she going to laugh him off and think him a silly, dumb prince? Frivolous and stupid? But then she laughed again at her own statement and he relaxed with her, giving a warm bubble of laughter himself.
”Flowers aren’t meant to last long anyway, really,” he assured her, eyes warm and bubbling. The small furrow that had made its home between his eyebrows had vanished, face blossoming into that brilliant, dimpled smile once more. At her question, his eyes lit up as he nodded a bit too eagerly in response. ”Oh, I am very fond of flowers,” He answered quickly, sobering slightly. He took another drink, graciously thanking the server for his platter and took a bite. He chewed and swallowed politely before responding.
”Back home we have a magnificent garden full of all kinds of flowers—hundreds! It’s probably one of my favorite places. In spring, they bloom and bring in butterflies and bees and the whole place is just buzzing with vibrancy and life!” He was very animated as he spoke, face lighting up brightly and eyes softening with fondness. He grew serious, looking away once more. ”I’ll definitely miss that, but your castle grounds are lovely here, so it won’t be so bad,” He added as an afterthought, giving a light, faint smile. He turned to his food, digging in for a moment. After a tense silence, he turned his gaze back to Mira, eyes bright once more.
”So, how do you like to spend your free time Princess?” He inquired, eyes on hers, soaking in her gaze with a fond expression. It was already clear the young prince was quite smitten, and some of the servants giggled off to the side about it already. Queen Devika glanced at the two, giving a soft smile at their expressions. She remembered the first time she had met her husband, and was glad to see Orson and Anaris seemed to following the same path as them already.
Talulla
Talulla barely noticed (or acknowledged) her father’s slight glare as she sat herself down at the table, but felt the second hand wave of embarrassment from him at her lack of manners. If Queen Zyre and King Nera noticed, they made no comment, and she continued to eat, ignoring Dario’s soft chirps and mewls of inappropriate comments, save for the faintest of giggles and smiles on her face. Her father stared at Dario for a long moment, debating whether to fight her on the kitten. Normally, he knew it was a losing fight, but they had guests. Surely, she would understand?
He was distracted by Queen Zyre’s loud laugh at the comment King Nera made, so King Maynard focused in, giving a warm rumble of a chuckle in response. Dario would stay, for now. It would be fitting for Silas to get used to her companion. After all, he hardly left her side. Silas would have to share his lovely bride to be with the persistent feline if things were going to work. So, King Maynard focused his attention on the future in-laws, and allowed the two children to mingle.
Talulla was enjoying her green beans thoroughly when Silas finally spoke. She blinked, turning to look at him in slight confusion as she took another hefty bite. His voice was much different than before, more natural and inviting. He was asking her a question, and it was rather pleasant to listen to him talk. It threw her off. Never before had she thought anyone was pleasant to listen to, at least not like this.
”What does someone do for fun here in the castle?” She tilted her head slightly, pausing in her chewing, her wide eyes looking off past him slightly as she considered his question. Fun? She had no idea what his definition of fun was, so it would be difficult to answer. Dario mewled up at her, and she gave a gentle smile to the stubborn kitten. He’s right; just tell him what you like. He’s asking you after all.
”Oh, well, lots of different things I suppose,” She began, eyes coming back to his as she spoke, mouth still full. A sharp cough from her father caused her to flush instantly, cheeks and ears blossoming into cherry red as she held up a hand politely to finish chewing her food quickly. She gave a shy smile after she swallowed, taking a nervous sip of water. He was staring at her intensely with those lovely eyes, and it was throwing her off.
”As I was saying, there’s lots to do. I like to spend most of my time outside either pruning the garden or riding in the Moors. Of course, there’s lots of trails and really pretty pond up ahead with a swimming hole that’s really nice in the summer, as it gets pretty hot.” She rattled off animatedly, eyes lighting up slightly as she spoke and hands fluttering slightly to mimic her speech. It was clear she enjoyed those things, and she would probably talk about them all day if Dario didn’t interrupt her. She blinked, pulling her gaze away as she ate another bit of mashed potatoes, nodding her head in agreement. She swallowed, taking another sip of water as Dario chirped. She nodded again.
”Oh, indoors there’s a massive library. I’ve been reading up on the history of your kingdom, but there’s a lot on ours, if you read,” She continued. Dario interrupted her and a fresh wave of heat blossomed in the apples of her cheeks, spreading down to her neck. ”Sorry, I’m certain you can read, I just meant if you like to,” She amended smoothly with a warm smile, gaze returning to his. ”There’s also a music hall, if you play, and Bernice makes a mean pie. I’m sure she’d show you some tricks if you’d like. And, we have a carpenter’s workshop down a ways towards the west end of the castle.” She finished with a warm, friendly smile, nodding as if satisfied with her answer. She turned back to her food once more, focused in on that again.
Dario gave a purr, puffing his chest out slightly before stepping on the arm of her chair to stretch closer to Silas. He stared intently, before uttering an impatient “meow!” Talulla looked up, chewing thoughtfully on her rutabaga as she looked back up at Silas, tilting her head slightly. ”Yeah, I’m sure he’s well read. He looks intelligent, does he not?” She mumbled through her chewed vegetable. She swallowed, lifting her eyebrows expectantly, eyes focused on his, as if waiting for an answer. Though, there wasn’t any question deliberately asked per se, and Dario and her were both looking at him like he was being rude and ignoring their questions. Her gaze was soft, thoughtful, with a spark of curiosity, as if she were truly interested in his answer, though Dario was still glaring a bit.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Aug 9, 2020 20:06:21 GMT -5
[ aww that's such a mood though. my grandparents are the same way whenever I visit them; it's like I can only do ONE THING at a time. I'll get to the rest, but give me a minute!! hahaa
that's on childhood trauma xD ok sorry I'll stop
ok but also Talulla realizing and saying nothing but making offhand comments like "man, I haven't seen that cute little puppy in several days, I hope he's alright" and pouting slightly so he feels guilty and changes and then she's like "oh I want you to meet Silas! he loves dogs" and they spend all day looking at Silas and she's just like *long sigh* "man, I had something important to tell him, what a shame. anyway, see you later little friend!" and goes off horse riding, leaving him alone to be infuriated and now he's like "I either have to admit it was me and ask what it was or pray she doesn't forget by the time she sees me" but she makes no efforts to find him heheh I LOVE it amazing
SHARING IS CARING DEAREST, SO I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE IN THIS KNOWLEDGE. also there's Talulla so you can work on Silas while I do orson hehehe you know the drill cx ]
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SO EXCITED)