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goldenelias:

A smirk formed across his face as he looked at her, looking up and down. He was rather fond of people watching him train, especially pretty girls. After quite a bit of flirting, he generally got his way. Hopefully, if he tried hard enough, he could find a way for the stupid thoughts in his head to go away. Elias flexed his muscles a little, trying to buck himself up.  He knew he had fabulous muscles.

“Distract away, I won’t object,” Elias said, smirking. He found himself looking directly at her, staring at her eyes, finding himself a little taken aback by them. They were so blue and beautiful. As he shook his head slightly, bringing himself back into the conversation, he smiled. “Everyone zones out sometimes. As long as you’re not plotting anyone’s death, I think you’re alright.”

Much of the time, he flirted too much and caused problems. Elias got himself into a lot of trouble. It came across as rude, but that’s who he was. But, it wasn’t like that all the time. He was trying his best to not cause any problems. Sighing, he leaned up against the edge next to him. “Sorry if I’m coming across strong. I’m trying to be better. I got better… before everything went to hell,” he stated, his voice rather soft and gentle. He didn’t want to think about the pain, but he wanted to talk about it.

She smiled lightly, still not sure if there was some punchline to this attention.  She hated that her life had made her a person that constantly had to second guess others and their intent, but it wasn’t something she could help any more.  Too many times she’d been burned, and she knew that she would continue to be.  

As if reading her apprehension, he apologized.  It was rather unexpected, him going from flirting to vulnerable, and she still found herself unsure of how to react.   At least he seemed to be attempting to save the conversation, for whatever reason he felt it needed saving.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said,” I wasn’t offended or anything.”  She studied him, more curious at his change of tactic than anything, and rather than doing what she would normally would do and end the conversation, she instead questioned,” What is it that keeps you from... staying better?”   She could only assume he still was referring to his flirtations and, hopefully, not the sickness plaguing Wonderland.

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sweetmemoriesoflavender:

“None at all,” Lil lost her neutral kind look with a funny smirk. Her attention fell to the guard, her expression only grew as she internally chuckled. “Do it often enough and you can tell who will make it to higher ranks and who will go home to try a different trade. You know?”

“I suppose you’re right,” she said, although she’d never had to play that sort of game, given her best friend was one of the guard and would tell her such things.  That wasn’t important in this conversation, however, “ Do you spend a lot of time watching as well then?  To know such differences and what not?”

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cursedcadence:

She stared at the girl with brows arched, confused by the last comment considering her status. “You do know who I am, right? I can insult anyone I please and they will have to accept it.”

“Right,” she said, realizing that she’s likely misspoke,” I, well, I meant more for me.”    It wasn’t a lie, she had been speaking more from experience than making any sort of statement toward the Queen herself.  

Mirabel was more used to getting negative reactions from the people around her, and she was now thinking that perhaps she was the only one that may experience what she’d hinted.  She had to admit, the thought of people just having to accept her even if insulting them was appealing, although something she knew she’d never experience in her life.

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paigeofanewbook:

“Ah, yes, I suppose you’re right…” she replied with a tinge of disappointment. Since she hadn’t been out very much, she missed all of her strange little adventures she used to have out in the forest: running into wild animals, stumbling upon private conversations, meeting strange people… She didn’t even have the stories of drunk patrons to entertain her since she hadn’t been well enough to work at the bar in months. 

“Well… thank you, then.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, turning back to the knights and continuing to watch them.  It wasn’t lost on Mirabel the disappointment the girl seemed to feel that there wasn’t much possibility at the deer, but she wasn’t sure what to say to make her feel better about that.   After a moment she sucked in a breath and turned to her,”  You know, the forest isn’t too far from the castle, if you’re really looking for something like a deer, it would be really easy to go where you’re more likely to find one.”

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sweetmemoriesoflavender:

Liliana had just finished up a couple of brainless errands Erik had sent her on when she realized it was a good afternoon to pick at the herbs and plants around the gardens. Surreptitiously of course. She didn’t need to answer ten barked questions or be brought in for degrading the gardens. 

The assistant padded her collections down in her tote and covered her pickings with some of the goods meant for her boss. Despite already running late, she lingered outside longer, finding herself in the large yard to the palace and looking perplexed at a girl she hadn’t seen much of before. 

“Yeah,” she admitted while throwing her bag on her shoulder. “Are you lost? Or…looking for someone?”

“Oh no,” Mirabel answered, blinking as she wondered if she had come across that way,”  I’m merely enjoying the open air of the day.  Nothing wrong with standing and watching the guard train, right?”

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goldenelias:

Over the course of the day, Elias knew he needed to distract himself and so, he spent the better part of the day training again, knowing he’d need to be better than he’d ever been. Their world was changing and he wanted to be at the top of all the goodness. So, after a morning of training, he found his feet were hurting. With an intention of heading inside, he found himself distracted by someone else. 

Tilting his head to the side, he looked her up and down and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did you enjoy watching us train?” Elias asked, letting a smirk grow across his face. Even with all of the drama around, the stress, his charming and cocky attitude wasn’t going to go anywhere, at all. It made him feel better about himself and let him stay calm when things got stressful. 

“Or are you just staring out near me ‘cause you’re worried about something?” he asked, seriously wondering. A lot of the time lately, he wondered about things going on in people’s lives, but he didn’t really want to actually listen and pay attention, especially if he didn’t realize how it’d benefit himself.

Mirabel couldn’t help the blush that came to her cheeks at his inquiry.  While she had been watching him train, it had not been for any particular reason.  Being called out on her gaze, however, was rather embarrassing, as she could easily see how it could bring questions to a person’s mind.

“I’m sorry, I was just... distracting myself,” she said dismissively,”  I needed out of the castle, but simply staring at flowers in a garden or clouds in the sky is rather dull.  At least you all are a bit more exciting.   I didn’t mean to stare, I sort of, zone out.”

She was a bit worried he would be like some of his peers, giving her a hard time for merely hanging around.  It was surprising how notorious her reputation was, shocking even her at times.  His attention could very well be the beginning of a more malicious interaction, and she knew her answer was as much to try and de-escalate it before it had a chance to escalate, as it was casual conversation.

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fearless-gemma:

The phrase ‘We’re at war now’ was now constant in every training session. But truth was that it seemed to work, as pretty much every knight was now working harder than ever and taking their training far more seriously, as the fear of their terrible enemy pushed them to their limits. Gemma, however, wasn’t as worried as them. After all, she didn’t care about that many people, so protecting them, if needed, wouldn’t be that hard of a task.

Still, training was far more rigorous by itself, and no one was pulling punches. Which was evident by the number of injured knights-in-training that visited the physician every day. Gemma was the lucky one that day. One distraction, and her opponent surprised her with a kick to her stomach, proceed by a strike to her face with their clunky swords, that while too weak to actually cause any real damage, were still sharp enough to hurt and leave a cut in her face.

A dirty rag on her hand as she tried to stop the bleeding on her face, she was making her way to the physician to check if she needed stitches. She was grunting and mumbling to herself until she came across Mirabel.

“No, I was just…” She was about to explain herself to her friend, when frustration got the better of her, so she simply cursed and let out a frustrated sigh as she uncovered her wound, leaving in clear for Mirabel to see it. 

“Gemma!” Mirabel said as she saw the wound,” My god, what happened?  Is that from training?”  She knew her friend was still working int he guard, just as she had continued her servant work.  They hadn’t had much of a chance to talk about their plans, as the return of their King had changed everything.

“Let’s get you into the ward where they can look at that,” she said, taking her friend by the arm.   She knew the last thing needed, was for her to simply sit and exclaim how bad the wound looked to her.  She was not a medic, however, and could very well see it as way worse than it was.

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cursedcadence:

Her mind was all over the place by now, the day rougher than the previous one and she had gotten lost in her own thoughts when she watched the knight she reprimanded leave. It was only when another voice reached her that she was brought back to reality. She whipped her head to the side and laid eyes on the brunette.

“No,” she clarified with a sharp sigh, “I was speaking to a grown man with the brain of a five year old.”

Mirabel couldn’t help but laugh at the comment,” Yes, sadly, it doesn’t take much brain power to lift a sword.”   Mirabel knew all too well the sort of meatheads that were in the guard, having dealt with enough of them herself,” Most of them are pretty harmless, as long as they don’t feel you’re insulting them.”

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paigeofanewbook:

Although Paige had managed not to get sick, that was less of a result of concern for her own health and moreso trying to keep her head on straight. Being around too many people at once was too much for her right now, and being anywhere near things reminding her of her father wasn’t very helpful either. For that reason, Jensen had asked her to move back into the Palace for a little while he looked for a new home for just the two of them.

The Palace had given her opportunity to practice with these new senses she had. It was such a large place that it was easy not to run into many people at a time unless she wanted to. Right now, she needed a little interaction.

“Oh, sorry… I was just wondering if you saw a deer run by here. I thought I saw one…”

She hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything but the training soldiers, but she was certain if something like a deer had been within eye sight she would have noticed.

“I can’t say I’ve seen anything,” she said to the blonde.  She recognized Paige from around the castle, although she wasn’t quite sure they’d ever really talked much.  If they had, it must have been only in passing. 

“I feel the noises of the our knights would likely keep something as timid as a deer away,” she continued, figuring it may be helpful to the girl if she was truly set on finding the animal.

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First it was the increased attacks, and then it was the people falling sick.  Mirabel didn’t find herself out of the castle much, out of precaution, although she didn’t know much about either outside of rumors from women who were known to exaggerate their gossip.  While she didn’t take anything these women said at face value, she wasn’t about to risk anything either.

She had been out in the castle yard, watching the few soldiers training.  There was an almost muted feeling to the air, as if everything was dragging and/or waiting for something.  She could only assume the air was simply filled with people worried about what was going on.

She became aware of a voice saying something near her and she blinked and looked over at the person,”  I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

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It seemed much of Wonderland had taken to spirits to calm their nerves.  And who could blame them?  With so much tension and violence around the edges of one’s life, it’s only natural to want to find some escape.   Mirabel wasn’t exactly immune to the draw of drinking away your problems, although she didn’t make quite as much of a habit of it as so many others seemed to.

She’d left the security of her home, after a few stiff drinks, hoping to walk out whatever it was that kept her awake this evening.  Stars above, and a tilted Earth below, she knew she wasn’t walking straight but figured it didn’t matter given the lack of others around her.  Lack of others save the figure that appeared ahead of her, which either walked just as crooked as she, or her drunk mind made him seem to be.

She didn’t say anything at first, but given she couldn’t keep a straight thought, the tunnel vision of simply following the man from a distance was good a plan as simply walking alone the opposite way.  The slight breeze brought with it the sound of what she assumed was his singing.  She couldn’t make out words, but the few bits the wind brought to her definitely shared he wasn’t simply talking to himself.

She stopped when he stumbled and fell, disappearing momentarily from view.  She likely should have at least paused to decide if it was safe to approach a stranger, at night, when both of them were clearly not of a sober mind.  However, her pause was more to wait and hear if there was a cry for help, but the decision was already made that she’d be going and meeting with the person. 

She started moving again and stopped at the top of the ditch he’d just fallen into, and looked down to see him unmoving and almost blissful.  She raised an eyebrow at the sight, already concluding he was far more gone than she was.

“Were you just going to stay there then?” she asked after taking in the sight.

Drunken Regrets

Ethan had drunk his weight in alcohol but it didn’t take away the guilt, the new and the old. Ethan had been a jerk and upon realising it he had decided to drink it away. It wasn’t working because he could still feel the weight of Paige’s anger on his shoulders. The alcohol had done nothing to alleviate his guilt this time. He didn’t expect it would but it was worth a try. 

So he stumbled down the dark footpath with a bottle neck clutched between his fingers. He was singing something sad. He sounded like one of those old coon hounds barking at the trees in the dead of night. It wasn’t long until he stumbled into a ditch with a loud yelp. He was content to collapse and sleep it off right then and there but he wasn’t nearly as alone as he felt.

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fallenfromicarus:

“That’s true,” Icarus mused for a moment, taking the fallen produce from her and giving a thankful smile. “I doubt that anyone even saw the fruits fall in the first place,” He responded as he rubbed some of the dirt off the fruit. “But since you’re the only one that witnessed it, half off still stays for you.” 

“Well, I’m sure as long as nothing is bruised from the fall that no one will know the difference.  If they do, you can always just remind them just where such things come from,”  Mirabel gave a small shrug.   She smiled at his offer,”  Well, thank you, I’m currently just browsing.  More enjoying the day than actually out to buy anything.”  She glanced up at the sky a moment almost as if to gesture what was already obvious,” I would say it’s a shame you’re working, but I suppose you get to enjoy it as well and make a little money while doing so.”

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“A little dirt won’t kill it, for sure.  In fact, if you brush it off and put it back fast, no one will even know what happened,”  she smiled,”  No need to sell them for half price then.”  She picked up a few of the fallen items herself to hand to him.

“Crap,” Icarus muttered under his breath as a few items fell from his market stall. Instantaneously, he went to crab the fallen fruits and vegetables before noting another. “Half-price if you want any of these. A little dirt won’t kill it.” 

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She only wanted to get home and get some sleep.  There had been visitors in the castle and apparently important ones with how frazzled the staff became.  She’d somehow missed the names of the visitors, but in the end it didn’t matter.  She had the same job whether there were important persons around or not.

She was lost in her own mind when she bumped into the man going the opposite direction.  And she stopped to apologize but he was clearly not very aware.   

“Fancy meeting you here,” he slurred and she paused to give him a look over to see if she even knew him.  She didn’t.

“Is it?” she asked, wondering if he simply thought she was someone else, or if he simply had said it in his clear haze of being.

Drinkin’ The Night Away

Sebastian had spent a long day..or night (he really can’t remember) drinking his worries away. First it was at the pub he always went to, then they kicked him out. So then it was outside he went, loitering wherever he could manage and bothering everyone he met. He was walking along minding his business when someone said something to him. Or a noise happened around him. Or something like that. Whatever it was, Sebastian turned towards it and said “Fancy meeting you here.” to what he thought was a person but could likely have been a building for all he knew.

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asher-cooke:

Ashe grinned, remembering how she’d messed  with him about being the king’s secret mistress. “Right, right. That would keep you busy I guess. Or you’d keep him busy.” His nose scrunched as he realized that he was probably too tipsy to make any good jokes about that. “Sorry. This is not- I’ve been drinking. You have some catching up to do unless you just want to make me feel like an idiot, which is fair too.” He teased. 

She relaxed a little as he bumbled through his sentences.  It was a bit comforting, in a strange way, that he was drunk enough that his words came across in a bit of a sweeping delivery.  There was just something about it that made him so much less of a threat.

“I don’t know that I believe,” she joked, her smile slightly more genuine,” I couldn’t tell you’ve been drinking... especially since it’s so uncommon in a bar.”

She really had no interest in attempting to out drink anyone, especially now that the one person she’d actually tried avoiding lately was the one sitting next to her.  She wasn’t, however, going to let him think that she’d just sit here and make a spectical of his own behavior.   With a breath, she took her drink and downed it, in it’s entirety, and placed it back on the bar so the bartender could see and bring another.    One drink on his... however many... wasn’t much of anything right?

“Just how far in are you?” she questioned, figuring she could gauge and count drinks.  The thought came to her, quickly followed by just how sad it would be if anyone could read her mind.  One slip-up and she was acting like a paranoid rabbit around this guy.  He didn’t even seem all that malicious in nature, let alone toward her.  He probably didn’t even notice her mistake in their last conversation, despite it being so glaringly obvious to her.

“I, uh, well sorry to leave in such a rush last time.  I hope I didn’t offend you or anything after your kindness?”

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asher-cooke:

Ashe twisted around on the barstool as she came over. “It’s going.” He shrugged with an easy smile. “So are you avoiding me or just eating low-carb?” He asked, cutting straight to the question that was on his intoxicated brain.

Avoiding him was the accurate response, but it wasn’t going to be one she gave,”  I’ve been busy.  All that hanging out with the King and what not.”  She stopped and put her glass down next to her, sizing up just how intoxicated he was, as it seemed he had quite the lead on her.

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