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Wren will never understand how people can brush something like this off so easily, but then again, the bubble of her miniscule world was just popped rather abruptly. This will lead to many new discoveries and experiences that she never dreamed would be possible. In acknowledgement of the statements made, Wren nods her head and pulls the blanket closer around her shoulders, keeping her wings covered as well.

"It is beautiful. Remarkably so." She muses, gazing out at it. "So...are there others like you? What I mean is, there are people who live in space? Or travel all the time up here?" It seems impossible.

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Her smile is warm and friendly as she looks at the young woman, and the empath offers a small shrug.

"It can be. I've already adjusted the temperature, but it takes a while for the ship to actually warm up. Until then, the blanket might help you." Her gaze follows the other's, Wren is in awe at the sight of space, and the Celestial cannot blame her. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

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Sculpted brows furrow just the slightest, hearing the things that keep him preoccupied. The jest is nearly forgotten for her focusing in on what she feels she must impart. "It doesn't do well, dwelling on the past." A hand has since come to rest on his knee over the cloak covering them both. "I should hate to see you trying to live through restrained senses of your worth and value, Your Majesty." Tacked there at the end in an effort to remind herself...she is not his advisor or any form of authority bearing figure.

Only a girl...besotted with a kind King.

She gains the slightest upturn of lips as she watches him taking in her wings. The one on her side facing the railing is curved towards her body, where she can gaze at the feathers speckled with brown, tawny color fading to cream and brush out some loose ones. Preening. Just as the thought comes to her mind with the image of a wild owl, she holds the feather in her hand and does nothing with it. His question, though, pulls her right from the edge and grants a bright smile and a soft laugh to flutter between them.

"Not impolite." She supplies with a mischievous smile, bringing the wing around him a little closer, perhaps unconsciously. "I can fly but only briefly. My body...shuts down, almost, seeing as it was never naturally intended to. I can sustain a minute or two before I lose consciousness. So...I suppose only for emergencies."

His eyes crinkled with amusement at the description of his mind, although she's not far off. "More full of regrets and what-ifs these days. I'm getting old," he jokingly complains. Although he is nearer to forty than thirty, there's certainly no trace of grey hair yet encroaching on his temples.

"I'm fine," he assures, but he's pleased when one of her wings curls around him - effectively blocking the breeze in the night air. Still, he can't quite hide his wonder at the appendages attached to her shoulder blades; if only they didn't bring her so much pain.

"Forgive me if this is an...impolite question, but can you fly?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him. He would love to trace his fingers through the feathers but here, at least, he can restrain himself - he knows that would certainly be crossing a line in propriety.

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Wren's birthday is July 20th!

For whatever reason, her birthday coincides with the natural birth cycles of barn owls (whether the actual date on her state birth certificate was doctored or not is unknown).

This makes her astrological sign Cancer.

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sorry for being quiet over here and on the other girlies, Logan has demanded my attention given the revamp and my energy is low.

i do plan on working on drafts here soon 💕

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Paolo Sebastian “The Nutcracker” Fall 2018 Haute Couture Collection

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Elle Fanning

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©Jee Won Park (ig: zeewipark)

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elle by greg williams

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honeysuckle daydreams

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THE NEON DEMON (2016) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn

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The mention of being allowed to join him for dinner puts a soft ease against her tense spine but she feels a bright flush invade her cheeks and neck at his tease. Such a forward thing and she has no chance against it as she is soon rushed away by, now, a few maids who are sending some scolding looks over to him. She feels comfortable in their hands, hearing them tutting about his behavior and some other things she soon finds she tunes out.

The rest of the evening is a blur. They are quick to bring out a dress for her to wear, which they begin to alter for her wings as she fusses about it. They don't listen, instead taking her to the bathroom of a room soon to be hers, helping her out of her clothing and into a bath of blessedly warm water. Their attentiveness is slightly overwhelming but she allows them to dote and pamper her, bringing in a snack of protein to help tide her over until dinner.

Evening arrives and with it she is ushered through the palace halls that feel so gleaming and glorious, she feels not entirely out of place now. Hair is softly curled and flows down the front of one shoulder, her wings had since been tended to so they show much nicer than they have in a long while. Entering the dining room, she sees the table first and then the King, reading. A gentle smile comes to her lips as she quietly approaches. "Good evening, sire." She murmurs, trying to ignore the blush.

Encouragingly, he helps her to her feet and nods towards the lady's maid. His staff are efficient and professional, he has full confidence that Wren would soon be safe and comfortable in a room within the place.

Her nervous question draws a small smile to his lips. "Yes," he agrees. "You may join me for dinner, if you wish. Although, perhaps, you ought to eat something before then. We cannot have you falling into just anyone's lap, can we?" There's a spark of amusement in his dark eyes as he gently teases her.

Several hours later, at nightfall, he strides into one of his more intimate dining rooms. The long table is set for two, and he idly takes out a couple of letters from his pocket to read while he waits for his unexpected guest to arrive.

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🫴 - kingcenred

memes - always accepting! - @kingcenred

"Happy birthday, Cen." She muses in a soft voice, wasting no time in wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. Luckily the dress she wears isn't too complicated to move in, she wanted something more understated but still demure for the occasion. Once she deems the hug to be going just a smidge too long for propriety sake, she reluctantly pulls back. "I hope you had a wonderful evening."

While she did love that they had a big ball in his honor, she was more than relieved to have a private moment with him now. Wren much preferred softer interactions than grand displays, especially since she was usually the reason they happened. To be blissfully invisible enough was a relief, even if she hadn't had quite the nerve to ask him to dance. Only then does she remember, through the rosy haze of it all, that she'd left him her gift on his study desk, along with another of their precious notes. Although this one had been more of a loving nature than their previous exchanges. As a result, she bowed her head with a blush painting her cheeks, a soft smile on her lips from the butterflies erupting in her stomach.

Only when he grasps her chin with a soft touch does she feel her stomach flip, her pulse quickens as she is guided to look up to him again. Bright blues take in all he is, his beauty and grace, those deep dark eyes she so wishes to drown in.

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

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Perhaps she never expected him to come so near to her in this instance, but Wren's lips part ever so slightly as he moves around her wings and settles without any inkling of hesitation. The movement in and of itself is startling and even...sweet. He isn't scared of her or uncomfortable enough to not wish to touch her, or be graced by her. It's true, the seat holds them rather snug, but she'd have it no different.

"Thank you, my lord." She offers with subtle incline of her head to him, the urgency in which he speaks with such sincerity still baffles her. Who would help her? Clearly...the man sitting beside her as if they have no incompatibility in social standing. She takes in the subtle shift of his hand, where it touches and has the immediate want to help relieve any pain or worry he has. Even if she has no right to know, no need to now. "I imagine the mind of a King is far too crowded. Too passionate." She offers but eyes go wide as she notices what he's doing next. Wetting her lips ever so slightly, she smiles.

"But you'll be cold." One of her wings had shifted automatically to curl around his back once he'd sat, and there it will remain to block out any chill evening breeze, to keep the warmth within him. The feeling of their legs touching invites a blush as she extends the cloak to better cover both of their laps.

He gazes at her with a small smile, unable to stop his eyes from lingering on her wings, admiringly. His expression darkens, however, as she mentions the pain and he closes the distance to perch beside her on the chair in the alcove. It's only just big enough to seat two, and their knees brush together as he turns his body towards her.

"I'm sorry about the pain. I will speak to my physician again, see if there is anything else he can do for you," he assures. At her question, his hand unconsciously moves to press against the scar on his abdomen; it was the memories of his near death experience that oft stopped sleep from reaching him. "Yes. Sometimes my mind is too busy," he admits. He does not wish to dwell on those dark thoughts, so instead he reaches to unclasp the cloak from his neck and drape it over Wren's legs, like a blanket.

"You're cold," he nudges their legs together.

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Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours.

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𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  .     ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚        a  series  of  romantic  gesture  prompts  inspired  by  historical  fiction,  period  dramas,  classic  fairytales,  poetry,  and  more.  will  likely  be  updated  in  the  future,  so  please  do  not  add  onto  this.

[   HAND   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  hand.

[   COURTESY   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  hand.

[   KNUCKLES   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  knuckles.

[   AFFECTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  knuckles.

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple.

[   CARE   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  forehead/temple.

[   LIPS   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver  on  the  mouth.

[   SEALED   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender  on  the  mouth.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close.

[   EMBRACE   ]     ,     receiver  hugs  sender  close.

[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   REVERENCE   ]     ,     receiver  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   OFFER   ]     ,     sender  offers  their  arm  for  receiver  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   JOIN   ]     ,     receiver  offers  their  arm  for  sender  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   ENVELOPE   ]     ,     sender  writes  receiver  a  love  letter.

[   LETTER   ]     ,     receiver  writes  sender  a  love  letter.

[   FLOWERS   ]     ,     sender  gifts  receiver  flowers.

[   BOUQUET   ]     ,     receiver  gifts  sender  flowers.

[   DANCE   ]     ,     sender  asks  receiver  to  dance.

[   WALTZ   ]     ,     receiver  asks  sender  to  dance

[   SILENCE   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  enjoy  a  quiet  moment  together  without  conversation.

[   READ   ]     ,     sender  reads  to  receiver.

[   STORY   ]     ,     receiver  reads  to  sender.

[   CARRY   ]     ,     sender  carries  receiver  in  their  arms.

[   LIFT   ]     ,   receiver  carries  sender  in  their  arms.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. 

[   INTERLOCKED   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  hand.

[   INTERWOVEN   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  hand.

[   GENTLE   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CRADLE   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CONVERSE   ]     ,     sender  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  receiver.

[   SHARE   ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender.

[   COOK   ]     ,     sender  cooks  a  meal  for  receiver.

[   CHEF   ]     ,     receiver  cooks  a  meal  for  sender.

[   POEM   ]     ,     sender  writes  a  poem  for  receiver.

[   ODE   ]     ,     receiver  writes  a  poem  for  sender.

[   GIFT   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   PRESENT   ]     ,     receiver  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   HOLD   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  cuddle  together.

[   BACK   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  back  rub.

[   MASSAGE   ]     ,   receiver  gives  sender  a  back  rub.

[   ASSIST   ]     ,     sender  helps  receiver  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   HELP   ]     ,     receiver  helps  sender  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain.

[   DOWNPOUR   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  dances  with  sender  in  the  rain.

[   BASKET   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  share  a  private  picnic.

[   WORSHIP   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  touches  receiver's  body  with  reverence.

[   DEVOTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  touches  sender's  body  with  reverence.

[   ALTAR   ]     ,     sender  watches  receiver  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

[   AISLE   ]     ,     receiver  watches  sender  as  they  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

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If Wren had the ability to decorate her own space, what would it look like?

What colors would she surround herself with? Are there any particular furniture styles she’d prefer? Would she use rugs, or bare wood floors, or carpet?

random questions - thank you @piinkviscera

I would say Wren really likes the quiet elegance of coquette core but she likes the dollette style the best. Don't ask me what that means other than like a soft fairytale and royalcore vibe meshed into one I suppose.

Some examples of spaces she likes are below, but to answer some of the questions themselves, she does like pink in any soft variation. Hot pinks aren't her thing, she likes the gentler vibe. Creams, florals, neutrals, could be considered kinda boring but she enjoys it. Lots of green on windowsills or around windows, like plants. She does prefer hardwood and rugs more. It's easier to keep up with her shed feathers or if she has excessive molting for any reason, full carpet would make it more messy and she can clean up easier otherwise. Furniture is more like well made things but she also goes for vintage finds too and she mixes the two quite regularly and with a delicate touch while not being overwhelming.