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"splendid. i don't know this ....realm's customs and the last i wanted was to cause trouble." relieved not to have stepped on any toes just yet, bellamy shot the man a bright smile & took a seat beside him, though not too closely as to not impeach on his personal space. little smile remained even when the man spoke, though cheeks could be found to darken just a little at the brash compliment. "thank you, but i don't think that's quite true." kit was busy somewhere else .. with someone else or something. he didn't know the details, but he'd been alone at the festivities for a while now (it was okay, he wasn't mad at his fiancé).
"i fear tonight the only one missing someone is me." his smile turned a little darker, the hint of sadness brushing his features oh so subtly. "but to answer your question, i haven't really been around that many people in a long time." it had been a little too overwhelming. "that raises the question why you are spending your evening in here reading ..." quick sideway glance, "about pie?"
An event like this is rarely a social call. Not to the sultan. Kamran has greeted, formally introduced himself to and built some diplomatic relations with many leaders and important figures of the realms. Though he usually enjoys this sort of work, he was exhausted after several hours. He needed a break so he sent away his servants and parked in a cozy library of St. Nicholas. Interesting selections, indeed, and Kamran picked a cook book on various cookies and candies...
So immersed in the book, Kamran did not even notice another person walked into the library. A bad habit of his, the sultan often blocks out his surroundings when he is reading... He looks up to find a young man standing there. "...oh, I don't mind at all, dear. It's not like I own this lovely library." Kamran replies with a small smile, half closing his book as a courtesy. A recipe on a chocolate pecan pie can wait he supposes... "If you don't mind me asking, why aren't you back at the party? A handsome young man like you, I'm sure someone must be missing you dearly."
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in a way, life now was quite similar to a life bellamy led before his father married for a second time. during the day, ella was home & tending to whatever he felt like - some days he just read or spent his time outside in the courtyard, watching the bees & the birds hum in quiet symphony. but one ...thing seemed to remain the same. he was waiting for the man he loved to return to him.
his prince was busy, a man wanted by many in & outside their kingdom, though ella assumed the portals didn't help the long list of duties the king had bestowed upon kit. he didn't blame him for his responsibilities, not at all. if anything, even though he was missing him dearly, ella was proud of his prince & future husband. he would make a wonderful king - gracious & kind, just & loving. what else could his subjects wish for?
he cherished the evenings, the early mornings & the late nights they had with each other. only the two of them in their bedchambers (or elsewhere, really, so long as they got to spend time together). he couldn't imagine feeling happier than then, than when kit held him. he trusted him wholly with all of him. but he wanted to see him. he felt nervous when he didn't, insecurity creeping up on him whenever he didn't see the other.
he could have turned himself, but he liked kit doing it for him, so when their eyes met, he was almost grinning, feeling relief wash over him almost instantly. "much. thank you." reaching back behind him blindly, ella pulled a pillow in closer to rest his head on. mostly so he could watch kit easier, but also to ease the strain on his neck while doing so. he truly was beautiful. bellamy was reminded of that every day anew at random occasions.
soft noises falling from his lips as kit pressed kisses & teeth to pale skin, ella's own blue eyes were focused on only one thing. kit. a little hiss pulled at his muscles when a bite - little as it was, met a sensitive spot, sending a surge of warmth through him. teeth worry his bottom lip, forehead pulled into a light crease. "you.. you look pretty anywhere. always." moments like this he couldn't believe this was his life now. "i'm the luckiest person in the kingdom." by far.
"i love you."
you would think that as a prince, kit would be used to the campaigns and visits he was required to do on behalf of his kingdom and the king. he's been practically doing this since he was a child, the first of the many ways he knew he was not like other people in their village. and the first of the many things he rebelled from and tried to escape.
but now that he was older, assumed wiser and better than his younger self, he could not really turn away from it anymore. and with the opening of the portals to other realms, this only made this responsibility even more important.
this is why he cherishes nights like the one they have right now. in a bubble of privacy where it's just the two of them, and shared kisses and touches. of senseless whispers and laughs against their ears. sharing warmth ... and soon, sharing even more.
@shoedropped : can we do it this way? i want to be able to see your face.
kit simply laughed and nodded at the small request, planting a soft kiss or three on ella's back before he rises and kneels on the bed. " anything for you. " he says, before effortlessly flipping them on their back. and then he stopped, just for a moment, to look at their naked body hungrily from head to toe. " all better? " he asks, biting his lip, before he continues what he was already doing before.

spreading their legs a little, he begins with a small peck on ella's left thigh ... and then a soft nibble to the right, slowly working his way up and up, leaving kiss marks and bites on his wake. all the while, his blue eyes was looking up at them, watching their every reaction. " do i look pretty down here, my love? "
#princetaled [002]#princetaled#princetaled; kit#ella x kit#꒰ if you keep on believing your dreams will come true ꒱ ⌗ usfw
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"oh, i'm comfortable. this life is so much more than i ever dared dreaming of." more than he ever wished for, either, but kit didn't need to know that for he could think ella wasn't happy when that was so far from the truth. he was almost too happy. it worried him, made him uneasy, but he tried to work through that. for kit. for their life. for everything they'd fought for. for everything he fought for. "don't doubt for a second that i'm not comfortable, or happy." he was prepared to adapt to this new life & even if kit said he shouldn't, he felt like he should ... at least some. he wanted to be worthy of his love. he could be himself & good for him, surely.
kindness & courage.
bellamy hadn't felt like he had either in a long time. taken over by the dark seed planted within his soul by disappointment & neglect from those he opened his heart to. though kit rekindled both within him, if ...only faintly so for the time being. "you're too nice, my prince. always have been." when it came to him at least. "i want to fit in." forehead against the other's after he'd kissed his hand, just ...breathing him in. "at least a little." kit had a reputation & responsibility, ella wouldn't want to cause trouble for him. never. "thanks to you, i've found myself again. i won't lose it this time."
"well, we'll have to get ready before." so they had to plan some time for that & the ride there. but it was still early indeed, bellamy was used to getting up with the sun, so he had all day to spend in town or the palace. or both. usually kit was busy, stolen away by duty & the crown he'd one day possess, but today .. he was here. he was just his & bellamy couldn't describe how blessed he felt in that moment. just the two of them.
"i just listen to people." bellamy had never seen himself as special in any regard, he was just a man who wanted to live his life to the fullest, give & take ... in moderate & appropriate amounts. "he was just an old grump." nothing a kind smile & gentle nudging couldn't fix. kit was gentle & sweet, but he definitely didn't have the most patient aura to him in moments like that. maybe ella was gifted for he had been blessed with patience & understanding for everybody. "i'm sure you could've done the same if i hadn't been there." possibly.
when he said he didn't really want more than to be here with him, ella felt his heart sink. arms wrapped around the other, holding him in a tight embrace while he peppered soft kisses against his cheek & neck. "you're wonderful, i hope you know that." a little squeeze ended that hug & bellamy reached for kit's hand, leading him - though with a quickened step, towards the bridge leading outside the village. if they had time, then he wanted to make the most of it.
they didn't need to get far into the forest, just a little towards a clearing ella had taken him to before where the grass was green & fluffy, the sky was blue & looked like it had been painted & the sun just barely touched the ground so that it was warm, but ... not hot. "lay down with me, just for a little while."
" don't get yourself too worked up on it, though, and you surely don't need to say more than what's needed. " kit says, trying to soothe whatever needs soothing on the subject. he knew of what happened to him, of course, and he knows how much he has fought just to get out of that situation. and now, they have done their best to move past that. the last thing he wanted was for his beloved to share things he didn't want to. and the maids knows this, too. " just tell them what you need from them and they will adjust what's needed. they only want to make sure you're comfortable. "
planting another kiss on bellamy's hand, this time it was softer and longer, as if telling him he will always be here for him. because he saw that look in his eyes again, the one where he doubts about his place in this new world of royalty. " and you certainly don't need to be someone else just because you're with me. and if you think you can embarrass me for who you are before, then i must ask you forget that as well. " yet another thing kit would never allow to happen. he sooner give up the throne than allow bellamy to be changed by it. " courage and kindness is the envy of many royals. you have that in abundance. you don't need to be anything else. "

" no rush. the invite is not up until later tonight. we certainly still have time. " he says, and then he allowed himself to be taken wherever he wished. they arrived at the church, and he gave the priest a grateful bow of the head, and then they were walking again. and as the day continue to go on, part of kit wishes he could deny the invitation as well. they could just continue doing this, like how they did it whenever chance allowed them to meet many years ago. no responsibilities. just the two of them.
" all because you are nice to them as well. you've always had that pull about you even before. remember when you were the only one who was able to calm down the tavern owner in town? " he says, chuckling at the memory. not even his status as a royal was able to soothe the man. at his question, he only shook his head, and gave him his softest smile. " i'm fine. i'm already here with you, and that's all i could ask for. "
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"you can invest your life into being beautiful, but at the end of the day it won't matter because true beauty comes from the heart." dru's heart... well. he never once thought his step-brothers weren't beautiful in their own way, he never thought they were lacking or that they needed to be different. all he'd ever wanted was for them to like him. he wanted to have a family. "you truly don't know, do you?" shaking his head a little, he couldn't help a small, bitter laugh. "it wasn't just one night. it was months. kit and i met in secret for months. but you all were too busy with yourselves to notice i was gone time and time again." had they really.... not known? maybe he'd done better at sneaking out than he thought. then again he did have the animals on his side; the mice, bruno & the birds. "you... yes, you're right. i had a nice mother who died right in front of me when i was six. i had a nice father who died shortly after he brought you into our home. i lost everything that day." instead of catching him, they... used him, stole from him, dropped him & left him with his pain. "i was alone in this world and all i ever wanted you denied me." he never even thought about a husband, or a rich one at that. he didn't care. his life, ironically .. had been about survival. that was all. he lost himself in that fight somewhere along the years, but no more. "how could you be so blind? all i ever wanted was for you to see me. you were my family. the only family i had left, but you were too busy hating me to notice." he never understood why. "love is so much more than what someone can give you. it.. make you whole. it keeps your warm on cold winter nights, it's .. waking up seeing another person's face and you know that everything's going to be just fine. love isn't a transaction. it's trusting someone with your heart." he couldn't imagine life without love, not anymore. not since he met kit. "oh please, you made the choice to hate me. what anybody else did doesn't matter. this is about you and me." ...pointing fingers at the greater evil, really? “can you blame me? i'm sure you do. i just wanted to live my life the way i want to, do the things i enjoy - not spend my days cleaning after everybody else's messes, i wanted breakfast in bed on sundays instead of getting degraded by those closest to me. i just wanted to find the ella inside me again my mother told me never to lose.”
"i'm flattered that you think all of this beauty is just naturally god given, but a lot goes into looking this good. we can't all have nice blond hair and pretty cheek bones." although his eyes are gorgeous. dru doesn't think he's ugly, not in the slightest, just a different form of beautiful. almost haunting. “i loved bossing you around. is that what you want to hear?” he admits, almost a little confused. if a confession is what he wants, then the younger man will give it to him. he's in desperate need of pr training anyway. “i've spent my whole life working to get a position like yours, busting my ass. you got it all because of one night. it's not fair. you always just got things handed to you. a nice father, a rich husband, even the freaking mice love you. everyone loves you.” the jealous is seething out as he tries his best to control himself. he knows bellamy didn't ask for any of that. “then go on. lecture me to death. what else is there?” dru dramatically rolls his eyes as he picks up one of the wigs. he starts to fluff it up a bit, needing something to do so that he doesn't stare at the other man. “so you don't blame them for the tough choices they had to make, but here you are pointing the finger at me? i had one victim and they had hundreds. it seems rather hypocritical if you as me.” he guts his chin out now, speaking like everything he's saying is a matter of fact and not just speculation. eyes still follow ella's. “oh you had a choice and you reveled in it. don't think you did that for my benefit. you couldn't wait to get away from us, to be free.”
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#꒰ they can't order me to stop dreaming ꒱ ⌗ visage#꒰ just because it's what's done doesn't mean it's what should be done ꒱ ⌗ isms#with... his horse?#does he have a horse now? i'd think sooooooo
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"oh yeah? like what? how to look pretty? you've always been good at that. how to make my life miserable? please. neither of you had to worry about a thing and you loved it. pushing me around, humiliating me." no more. the only person who maybe did a minuscule of work at all had been maxime. with how much evil he poured into his every-day life at the tremaine mansion, ella couldn't help but commend him. he knew what his words did to dru, that had been their intent. pity. "if your life's so great, why the spite towards me?" ella grinned just a little. he knew why. it must kill him to work for his keep, compared to the life he led before & even though bellamy knew it was wrong to feel the way he did, it ... pleased him. "never said nobody's gonna love you, but being loved is just a fragment of it all." again, something his brother would never understand, he felt. unfortunately for dru. he knew it wasn't his brother's fault - it was his upbringing, the lessons he was taught while growing up. it wasn't his fault. but ella couldn't help his anger regardless. who ever said bellamy did it all out of free will? "what they do, or did, doesn't concern me. i'm sure the king had to make difficult decisions in the past. i don't blame them for it." it was a difference, war happened, but it wasn't comparable to what maxime & his sons did to him. soft sigh, he pulled his hand away & looked at it for a moment. glance cast down before it found dru's again eventually. "i did. i had no choice. words don't mean anything to you. how else will you learn if not through lessons taught?"
honestly, maybe dru has a future in acting. the way that he slowly places his hand on his chest, mouth drops into somewhat of an ‘o’ shape, and he looks genuinely shocked at the chores comment should be commended. “watch your tongue!” although there's really nothing he can do now to punish bellamy, so he places his hand down and his lips press together again. best be quick before lines start to form around that pretty mouth of his. “we did some chores. you didn't have to do all of them. you just had to do the much more manual work, but i had to use my brain a lot to upkeep that house.” pity is even worst than insulting. who does he think that he is? a look of disgust forms on the younger man's face. now, instead of dropping his jaw, his mouth scrunches up with the rest of his features. “pity is a wasted sentiment, or whatever you're going to say that it is, on me. my life is great and there's nothing to feel pity about.” just as quick, his face returns to normal. “if you were smart you'd know my ability to love doesn't hinder someone's capability to love me.” not that he's looking for that. “plus, people are what they can provide.” it's pretty much basic math in his point of view.
exiled, out of free will, drew the short straw, honestly it's all the same to him. maxime was and always has looked out for his kin first and foremost. “he thought that's what we needed.” he chuckled softly. “you think your sweet prince's family haven't killed anyone? tell me, how was crown often times put on the head of someone? through war, right?” he looks down at the hand and then over at bellamy. his disgust isn't as apparent this time, but it's there. “i'm not going to paint your nails. i always do call you a brother. you're the one that disowned us.”
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#꒰ they can't order me to stop dreaming ꒱ ⌗ visage#꒰ i really don't like myself in paintings ꒱ ⌗ physical
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"they are? i didn't mean to upset them. i just like knowing i can take care of myself." little sigh, gaze cast down upon the items in his possession, nothing too fancy, but little things that caught his eye as he strolled through the market. he'd always licked picking up the most random things - or rather, his father used to whenever he left home to travel for work. every time he came back, he'd bring something for him - every single thing meant the world to him. then & now. picking them up himself fuddled with the magic of it all a little, but it still made him feel close to his father again, even if only for a short while.
"i'll make sure to explain when we get back. i'm trying to let them help. i suppose growing up helping my parents around the house, taking over more when my mother died.. and well, you know what happened after. i'll work on it, promise." he wasn't against changing. he knew he should at least some or he'd run into issues down the royal road. he struggled seeing the world like he was supposed to as a royal now, the black & white messing with what he thought was right, but he would learn to combine both views into one. eventually.
he knew kit would walk that path with him, so when he looked down a potentially bumpy road, bellamy felt no fear. just... excitement. he was looking forward to spending the rest of his life next to this man. the one who saved him from the grasp of a monster that blended in so well with society that nobody saw it coming. kit, the brave prince saved him from the endless dark ella had found himself trapped in for the past decade. but now that he was free, he'd learn to love life again.
"oh, right. i must've forgot. apologies." royal visits & the like still constantly escaped him, so used to living in this little box of a home with no outside world to interrupt his daily routine, but now it did. frequently. "thank you, let's ummm.. finish this up quickly, okay? just a few more stops and we'll be back at the palace in no time. or in the carriage. whichever we prefer." yes, yes. be quick. with kit's hand still held in his own, bellamy led them to his first target, the church. one of the priests always had a few books waiting for him, which he accepted with glee, stuffing all three (it clearly was a good week) into his bag before he returned his attention to the other. oh, the joy he brought him. just looking at him was enough to disperse each & every dark thought he ever had.
"everybody in town is really nice." well, except for his step-brother, but bellamy wouldn't bring that up again. not when he was feeling a little like himself again. "let's keep going. wait, is there anything you would like to do before we leave?" ella had one more trinket shop he wanted to check, but otherwise he would've just .. found someplace nice to lay down & watch the sky for a little while. “we've escaped, this is your chance to be free.”
" well, you should really start explaining that to them. " kit chuckles, his hands and eyes have also began wandering through the stalls and the vendors, and the marketplace where they are. it looked different to him now, for some reason. livelier and more colorful, with the chatter of the people now more prominent than ever before. " they are starting to get concerned that their services doesn't fit your needs. which is why you often do things yourself. "
if this was in another time, he would have thought about the reason why everything looked different to him. all his life, his father has always bore into him the lessons, responsibilities, and sacrifices that he would need to take and endure to rule his people. in turn, this has ingrained in him that the only relationship he was expected to have with his people is to be their ruler. and he didn't like that at all.
but nowadays, he knows why everything looked so different to him-- and it was because of this man beside him. bellamy, who painted the world differently for him just by acting with courage and kindness that he has in abundance. who made everything an adventure, an experience, like he was living his life for the first time.
kit smiles to himself then, before he felt bellamy's hand intertwine with his, and they were walking. he totally did not get the last thing he said while he was lost in his thoughts. but he let himself be taken away, anyway, smiling even brighter when he felt that kiss on his hand. he would let him take him anywhere he wanted.
" i mean, i was looking for you to remind you that we need to get ready for the trip to southern kingdom. my brother and biance would love to finally see you and meet you. " he says, raising bellamy's hand to his own lips to plant his own kiss. one, two, with the last one lingering over his knuckles for a bit. " but i think we can delay that ... just for a little while. "

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Cinderella (1950) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, Hamilton Luske
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disney meme (favourite silver age movie):
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#꒰ they can't order me to stop dreaming ꒱ ⌗ visage#꒰ just because it's what's done doesn't mean it's what should be done ꒱ ⌗ isms#*pout*
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what dru & the others liked to forget was that the house they so casually invaded & took over had been his father's. not theirs. maxime & the evil twins had come in late & claimed what used to be his for themselves. the house his parents built for themselves, loved & cherished - they took all of it (including his kindness) for granted. do this, do that. until favors were no longer favors, but chores instead. "so your definition of more chores than .. is you doing none and me doing them all?" they took his home from him & made him work for scraps. birthright. sure. they had this talk before, on the day he left the house he grew up in, but - just like this time, he doubted dru would actually understand the mental scarring they left behind on him. part of him wondered if he even could grasp the consequences of their treatment, but ...somehow he doubted it. "insult? why would i insult you, brother? i pity you. how can you feel true happiness when all you know is hatred and spite? you'll never know what it's like to be loved, truly loved for who you are, not for what you can give someone." he did, he truly did. he was the one trying to come out of that darkness they cast upon him, but he had kit to help him find the light again. dru & the other two? they didn't even have each other.
they'd sell their hides for the other if it gave them at advantage. it took him a while to realize that. "maxime exiled me to the attic, you know that." little sigh. "that's why i earned this, i wouldn't have killed to get here. be kind and kindness finds you." stepping closer, he placed a careful palm against his brother's cheek. bellamy didn't hate. not his brothers anyway. maxime... was a different story entirely. "maybe one day you can see beyond jealousy and we can be a proper family."
truth be told, he was quite young when maxime and cinderella's father had gotten together. although he still knew the luxuries of the world that was somewhat ripped out from them. still, they kept up their lavish lifestyle as best as they could. by the time that the man had passed away, he was old enough to make sure that the blond apple of everyone's eye suffered for his consequences. if he was comfortable living a life of squalor then that's exactly what he should be doing. working on his knees for them night and day. of course, the world had different plans for all of them and now he actually had to get a job. hence the salon that he's trying to make sure doesn't run out of business.
“dear, don't be so sensitive. there's always one sibling that has to do more chores than the others. you were the eldest, it was your birthright.” not this again, he thinks to himself. dru knows that the treatment they gave bellamy wasn't a good one. well aware of that fact. that doesn't change the fact that he has a cold stare washed across his face as he looks over at him. fucking royalty. he doesn't deserve it. he's right, he doesn't feel. at least not like other people feel empathy towards others. it's just not in his blood. “sorry, i don't have a castle level of education, but is that supposed to be an insult? i shouldn't be judged for my lack of emotion.” that's why the comment just rolls off his back. “says the one living a life of luxury when he always said he was comfortable hanging with the mice in the attic. needed nothing but the necessities. look at you now, royal.”
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there had always been an obvious difference between bellamy & his step-siblings. him & his father had lived rather simple lives - with pleasures here & there, but nothing too out of the ordinary - the house being theirs had been the greatest investment as far as he knew. they'd been happy - he thought. until his father married again, turning their lives upside down. he'd been happy for him, he really had been. he wanted only the best for him, though the deal never included leaving him alone with them. but the past couldn't be changed. as for him, he saw no reason to change, why burden someone else with tasks he enjoyed? it made no sense. he was perfectly capable of doing this himself.
"i wanted family. you didn't want family. you wanted a servant." he replied with a little shrug & a downward glance at him & behind him into the shop. yes, he could've taken them with him, but who would want their abusers to live with them? he wanted them as far from him as he could, out of town if he had a say, which... theoretically he did, but regardless of the bitterness blooming within him, he wasn't that cruel. that remark, though... pushed him. deep breath & the shake of his head later, he shot him the smallest of smiles, "you'll never understand it, because you can't. you don't feel, brother. you just can't." it was all greed & hate, nothing else. he did't know kindness. or care. but it wasn't his fault. dru was raised like this. he was a victim. "you should consider taking off your mask one day, might do you well."
royalty was wasted on bellamy. that alone annoyed dru because he knew that he couldn't fathom how someone could be in such a position of power and not use it. if he was the one that got hitched to the royal, then he would have multiple servants doing different things. one for food, one for his clothes, one for market errands… he genuinely would have lost count of how many were that he probably would have had to number them instead of remembering their names. yet there the blond was, doing his own shopping. pathetic.
once he realized that it was ella who was approaching him, he had to take a couple of deep breaths. otherwise he would have still thought that he was cinderella cleaning up his ow messes. “you use that term so lightly for a family that you abandoned.” they could have gone to the royal palace with him, but no. it caused dru to scoff and cross his arms over his chest. clearly, he was already annoyed. “always helping the less fortunate look a little better. you out of everyone should know the power of a good makeover.”
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ella was out running a few errands. yes, he had ...servants to do it for him, but he didn't really like telling others what to do. maybe with time he'd learn to enjoy it, but for now he saw no reason not to go into the village himself to pick up the things he wanted. but truth be told, he mostly enjoyed just not being at the palace, because well - it felt a little constricting at times. he liked seeing the different stands & shops at & around the market, food & services he could .. get at the palace, but here he felt less alone even though he knew nobody in the crowd.
well, he apparently knew one. he heard the commotion & curious as he'd always been, bellamy went to see only to find a very familiar face involved in the uproar. of course he was. he'd hoped to blend in better, but there was no escaping dru's intense stare. "i'm enjoying a day out. what's it to you, brother?" one of them ..had to work for a living, but it was no longer him & that knowledge alone ..pleased him. justice was served. “remarkable shop you've got here, really.”
location: outside of his salon
having security kick someone out of his salon is really just one big power trip. the reason behind it? they remind him too much of cinderella. it's bad enough the man married into royalty, he was going to have to serve someone that looked just like him? as if. he crosses his arms as he waits outside of his shop. “make sure you stay away too! going to have your picture put up on the list of banned clients.” he doesn't care if the person needed help getting ready for the party at the north pole. clearly, since he's currently laughing. then, his piercing blue eyes finally land on someone else. “well, what about you? what brings you around these parts?”
#rewritingtales [001]#rewritingtales#rewritingtales; dru#ella x dru#me: ok maybe they can make up eventually so that ella can be less broody#ella: *puts finger on dru's wound*#whelp
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