#thread: Priscilla 01

[crawlingtonina]

A vida naquele palácio não parecia ter mudado muito desde a época em que Priscilla foi embora. As conversas terrivelmente entediantes entre nobres que acreditavam ter algo para oferecer, os sorrisos falsos de figuras aparentemente inofensivas que escondiam intenções sombrias, um rei preocupado em condenar a filha a um casamento infeliz pela maior oferta. A vampira já havia visto de tudo, mas o que realmente captou o seu interesse naquela noite foi a bela jovem que não parecia tão satisfeita com o jogo político ao qual era submetida.

Como a mestre dos sussurros recentemente apontada pelo rei, era seu dever saber tudo o que acontecia dentro e fora do palácio. Essa foi a justificativa que deu para si mesma enquanto seguia a jovem, se mantendo nas sombras para evitar que fosse notada pelos guardas. Não invejava a sua vida, apesar de estar cercada por grande riqueza, provavelmente ocupava uma cela parecida com aquela em que a vampira esteve presa quando não sabia o verdadeiro significado de liberdade. Seus passos eram silenciosos, seus olhos se mantinham atentos na figura a frente. Podia ter se mantido escondida até o momento que a princesa resolvesse voltar para o salão, mas Priscilla resolveu testar a sua sorte, pisando em um galho, o som ecoando pela noite e fazendo a sua companhia perceber que não estava sozinha.

"Perdoe-me, não era minha intenção assustá-la, alteza." Disse de forma doce, como se estivesse realmente arrependida do que havia feito. Deu mais alguns passos para se colocar no campo de visão da mais jovem, percebendo como era ainda mais bela quando não estava distante, do outro lado do salão. Priscilla entendia porque os príncipes pareciam tão desesperados para ter um minuto da sua atenção. "Percebi a princesa deixando o salão e temi que pudesse estar em perigo. Não é prudente andar sozinha a noite, nunca se sabe o tipo de horror que pode estar escondido nas sombras." A preocupação soava genuína para ouvidos destreinados, tinha vivido tempo suficiente para saber como moldar as suas emoções, ainda que já tivesse sido alertada de que os seus olhos nunca mentiam. "O baile não é do seu agrado?"

a mary-louise and priscilla starter for @crawlingbacktonina

Aquela noite não poderia ser mais tediosa para a princesa. Claro, bailes eram legais, a comida era gostosa e fora da rotina e às vezes até se permitia dançar, mas sabia bem qual era o intuito do seu pai ao fazer aquela festa - estava ficando velha e precisava se casar. Precisava, na sua percepção, era um conceito forte, mas ela era apenas uma peça no jogo de xadrez que seu pai comandava. Sua serventia era trazer um futuro herdeiro e não deixar o reino cair em mãos erradas. Como se a fazer casar com um homem qualquer para que ele se torne rei não seja muito inteligente, na sua visão.

Depois de perder a conta de quantos príncipes a haviam cortejado e chamado para dançar, declarou que estava cansada. Esperou o jantar ser servido, para que pudesse perder um pouco da atenção nada desejada que recebia e, na primeira oportunidade, foi em direção aos corredores do castelo que levavam para fora do grande local. Um tanto imprudente, sabe, mas Mary-Louise não era tão certinha quanto ela e o rei gostariam que fosse. Com passos largos e silenciosos, ela logo se encontrava no jardim, iluminado apenas por algumas velas. Os guardas estavam mais distantes, mas ela imaginava que era perto o suficiente já que, de qualquer maneira, sentia que estava sendo observada. Logo, imaginava que eles sabiam que ela estava ali.

Balança a saia longa do vestido e respira fundo o ar da noite, adentrando o labirinto de arbustos mas sem se distanciar tanto - ainda precisava ter um pouco de cautela, afinal, era a princesa. Sentia certo frio, mas não o bastante para que precisasse de um casaco. A intenção era caminhar um pouco, se sentar perto das rosas e ficar em silêncio, sem ninguém a incomodando. Isso, até ouvir algo atrás de si, virando a cabeça para tentar enxergar algo. "Tem alguém ai?"

[madeinkarlan]

Event Starter | @direheterosis

Though it was little more than an insult to her, she still clutched the bell she was given close to her chest. In a pinch, it would.... well, it would do, and no more than that. But she felt exposed without her bell, vulnerable, and holding this one so close kept those feelings at bay just a little.

She was running her thumb over the surface of the bell, looking down on it and sitting alone on this park bench... it was cold outside, maybe too cold for the average Spirale citizen to want to sit outside in, but she was used to much more frigid temperatures than this.

It got noticeably colder once a large shadow passed over her from the front. If it weren’t for her getting the feeling of a very large presence just in front of her, she might have assumed it was cloud cover.

But then she raised her head... and raised it some more, and looked up at what was almost certainly the tallest person she’d ever meet. And they had the biggest smile (no pun intended, she promises) and arms full of plush creatures.

“...Greetings, my friend...”

So tall... her neck was going to ache later...

“Did you come for blessings...?”

[tarnunghai]

Event Starter | @direheterosis

She was still missing some scales, mostly on one of her shoulders, from her encounter with her double a little while ago. Not too big of a deal, the scales would come back, but she wasn’t sure if they’d come back the same as they were before.

Mostly, she was concerned about what it’d do to her camouflage. She already had scales that never fully healed that won’t change colours with the rest of her, she didn’t really want more.

Until they grew back, she occasionally (and right now, for instance) changed  colours, seeing how well the area around her injuries changed. Several times she’d gone from purple to some other colour to purple to polka dotted and back to purple, until she noticed a very large someone was watching her do it.

“...The polka dot thing isn’t my doing, I swear.”

[ofvcnguard]

who: priscilla & nora ( @kingdomsandempires ) where: cafe near ministry when: lunch break , a few days post-attack

Every time there was another attack, Priscilla felt racked by that same familiar fear. It always felt as if she was on a precipice; as if with this next atrocity she would finally be condemned. while it may be true that Pri had committed so few crimes of her own, this was a time of war; what did her own actions matter when the rest of her family had been deemed enemies? Each time, those nerves chased her in the weeks following, and even though each time she managed to escape unscathed, it never mattered: Pri would always feel as if each moment of freedom was her last. Nora was, as always, a boon in these dark times. Maybe Pri could never bring herself to admit to any of it, but somehow her best friend always seemed to know when the weight of it all became too much. It was too early to be taking such an extended lunch break, but for the moment her fear was overcome with gratitude and she couldn’t quite bring herself to mind. “This place has the best croissants,” she all but groaned, focus entirely dedicated to the meal before them as soon as it was set upon the table. “Nore, you are a saint. This was exactly what I needed.”

[fatherofmachine-a]

@myxcenterxstage |‣ PLOTTED STARTER

The CLANG !!  of metal against skull  &  bone cut  through the room,  followed by a heavy THUD as the assassin fell to the ground,  unconscious.  The previous times things had ended this way (  one or two times ),  it had been someone like a security guard of some sort,  someone who was simply at the WRONG place  &  the wrong time.  Harold would be inclined to APOLOGIZE,  technically to no one  considering they were seldom conscious to hear him—–but he felt NO such inclination with a person who was about to murder  an innocent person for financial gain.

Priscilla Kimbleton was simply the HEIR for her Uncle’s multi-billion dollar corporation,  a corporation where meticulous plans were set in motion to usurp it’s leadership.  Harold had received Miss Kimbleton’s number as well as her Uncle’s,  Thomas Kimbleton.  They had come for Priscilla first,  given they believed she would be an EASY target.  Infuriating the corporation was simple enough once Harold had bought just enough shares of the company to be NOTICED  &  eventually contacted for a meeting.

NOW he stood,  slightly  breathless as he returned the vase to it’s place on the shelf.  The vigorous movements to get  him here soon enough  (  along with the FORCE he’d just had to use to knock the man unconscious )  had begun to take a toll on damaged vertebrae  &   nerves,  the familiar pain searing throughout his limbs.  It made breathing  a little more difficult,  but he hadn’t the time to DWELL on it. 

Brows LIFTING with emphasis as their gazes met,  Harold began,

 ❝ You don’t know  me,  but I’m here to HELP.  We’ve got to get you out  of here. ❞

[singlemuse]

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