#♕▐┆❝ a: farspirits

[rosehearrt]

tucks a flower behind his ear

"Do refrain from picking the flowers for unnecessary purposes, if you please. This garden is something I've spent quite a bit of time and effort to cultivate, and I should rather not see it desecrated without reason."

Said reasons, being, of course, cooking or a lovely little centerpiece for those infamous Heartslabyul tea parties he took charge of. However, seeing as though Riddle was neither flying off the handle nor automatically casting his signature spell, he didn't seem to be that upset by it.

In fact, judging by the gentle flush to his cheeks, one may even assume he was somewhat pleased by the new addition to his visage.

He was of the opinion that florals could pretty up just about anything after all, and he did adore them. It wasn't a stretch to think he might enjoy a rare experience of adorning one amongst the reds of his hair.

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit​ dreamed: [  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

The country home was a favorite of hers. Quiet and away from prying eyes. She didn’t remember the journey, if she was honest with herself, she didn’t remember anything after the pain of her stepmother’s cane. Opening her eyes to the room she always had in the country home and a maid coming in with a tray of food had been the next memory. Her stepmother hated the country home, so she never had to worry about it being tainted with fear. At some point she had been told she would be bedridden for a few days, that a doctor would come to check on her, but she felt too tired to even question anything. Instead, she slept.

At some point she did read the letter her stepmother had sent with her, during a day she stayed awake for longer than an hour, and it all came crashing into her. How her stepmother had found out Charles had spending so much time with her, the kisses they shared, how she had poured her heart out to him. She had been so furious, far more than she had ever seen her. She forbade Ella from seeing him again and in every swing of her polished cane she reminded Ella who was in charge of the family and that Ella had no say of who she married.

So she didn’t contact Charles. Every day she lay in bed without being near him or his family, oh she missed his family too, her heart broke to pieces. She missed tea with Maribelle, missed gossiping with his sisters and mother, missed magic lessons with his father, and even the teasing from his brothers.

After her fifth day in the country she had been asked to be taken to one of the rooms that overlooked the back garden. It had been her mother’s pride and joy, besides Ella, and still it flourished as if she were still here. She had been staying in her nightgown, anything more caused too much pain and a blanket over her legs. A tray sat to her right while she stared out the window when the butler entered the room. “You have a visitor, Lady Ella.”

She blinked, too shocked. “Who-” A figure stood behind her maid, twinkling eyes as blue as the Brunnera in the garden below. “Ch-Charles?” Her voice cracked when she spoke, she hardly had the last few days as her voice had been strained during her screams. Sometimes she’d wake from nightmares screaming though no voice would come out. “How did you know where I was?”

“Your maid.” Her head jerked to her butler. “She went to the castle the night you disappeared.” After a moment he excused himself and shut the door to give her and Charles privacy. 

When Charles stepped towards her, she leaned away, eyes wide. Her nightgown had capped sleeves and every bruise on her arms were visible. Every bit of pain she endured showed in the marks on her face.

She turned away from him, as far as the chair would allow her to. “You should go back, Charles. I- I-” she couldn’t say it, no matter how many times she had promised her stepmother she would say it just to end the beating she couldn’t tell Charles she didn’t love him. It would kill her. “Please leave.” Her voice cracked again as her vision blurred with tears. “I’m soiled goods and you would be better off with a princess, someone just as perfect as you.”

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit dreamed: [  kiss  ] sender  kisses (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

If ever there were a dream she never wished to be woken from, it was this, here and now. With her heart racing and words barely able to form even now she wished to never wake. In his arms she felt safe, felt... at home. The last time she had ever felt like she was home had been before her father’s death. Preservation of her life consumed her soul until she felt like she was just going through life in a husked-out hull of her former self. All the times she had dreamed of this moment, of his full acceptance of her she tried to pull away. Surely that was a dream that would never be touched?

And yet... soft, tender lips were being skimmed over her lips, over her forehead, everywhere as if trying to memorize her body. When she felt his lips venture to her neck she strained to her toes while her hands skimmed into his hair. A breathy moan followed his name as she pulled him closer. She remembered stepping forward, trying to find some sort of place they both could sit, to breathe and think through their actions and instead she found herself straddled over his lap and urging his lips back to hers.

“I want you.” Her voice was strained, hushed. “I want you to touch me.” With careful deliberation she held his gaze despite how much she wanted to hide from him. Not because she was scared of him or afraid of what might happen next but because what if he, after seeing her, decided she wasn’t attractive to him? Still, she grabbed her courage and began to unbutton the front of her gown. Her fingers trembled yet each one fell away until she could slide her top off. The corset and chemise under couldn’t be touched until she could take her skirts off but her legs felt too heavy to stand. “Charles?”

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits dreamed:  💕 bc I love them!

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit​ dreamed: ❝ you guys are never gonna believe this ! ❞ - from camilia !

She had been enjoying the soft quiet of the room save for the occasional sound of needle through cloth. She wanted to embroider a coat for Charles and the times she was invited to the palace were the only times she could work on it. Though hiding it from Charles was the hardest thing. She didn’t glance up yet at the young princess’ joy, waiting to finish the stich so as not to lose her count, when she did, she smiled. Camilia was a ray of sunshine, just like Charles and every time she was near either of them, she couldn’t help but to smile and feel their warmth. “What won’t we believe?” She asked, eager to hear her news.

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit dreamed: if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡ 

hey darling! I love you lots and hope ur doing well. 

;_; you are so good to me ♥♥♥ still a little shaky but im getting there. just taking one day at a time lol. i hope you are doing well, i miss you ;_;

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit​ dreamed:  ↳ EVERYTHING!! Ella is bae

A blush circled her cheeks to which she ducked her head to hide. “You flatter me, Your Highness.” But she would treasure his words always.

[verreprincesse]

@ilestlesoleil asked: Happy birthday princess!!! ❤️ Charles P.s. I’ve planned a surprise for you :)

The note in her hand seemed so unreal, so out of place in her dim bedroom. The paper Charles’ note had been penned seemed so much brighter than her surroundings. She was so happy Charles had never come to her home, she never wanted him to see how her family treated her despite the fact she inherited her father’s title instead of her stepmother or stepsisters. “A surprise?” She whispered to herself. What did that rascal have planned? Since the passing of her father, she had given up trying to celebrate her birth, she was barely a footnote to her stepfamily and to be sneered at every year she hoped for a small celebration only hurt. She had gotten used to celebrating herself in her lonely room, alone.

She brought the note to her lips, pressed a kiss to his words. “Just this alone has made my birthday that much more enjoyable.” She whispered once more before she tucked it into a drawer with her first invitation, she had ever received from the palace ever since she had become of marrying age.

[verreprincesse]

@ilestlesoleil​ asked: Kiss on the cheek for his lovely ella ♥️

Heat crept over her face, centered from where he had kissed, until she could feel it in her toes. Her head ducked while fingertips gently pressed to skin. “So brazen when anyone might see.” Her words ended on a quiet laugh. “Should someone see, they would think you are free with your kisses and demand one for themselves.”

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits asked: she gets allllll the kisses ♥️

And she returns them tenfold!

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits dreamed: "Hold still..."

Coming back from the countryside had been slightly awkward. Having to sit with both Charles and his mother while answering questions of what had happened brought up images she’d rather not see again, yet she knew they needed to know. Once at the palace she was taken to a room she was told would be hers for the duration of her stay. It was beautiful, full of flowers and pale pinks and blues. And all she wanted to do was cry.

Her maid helped her into a fresh nightgown, sleep wanted to claim her and before she could lay down there was a knock at her door. Her maid opened it and when Ella saw Charles she wanted to both run to him and run away. She felt so pathetic. She hardly spoke in the carriage, mostly because of the queen. She was always careful of what she said around his parents. “You can go, Mary.” Ella whispered.

She waited for her to close the door before Ella sat in a chair by the fire. “You should be sleeping,” she was trying to hide from him, trying to hide the bruises and cuts she had sustained. She felt embarrassed. She was far too focused on the fireplace to notice when he moved next to her and felt a touch to her head. She jerked her head up, instant tears spilled down. “Please... don’t. I don’t want you to see. I don’t...” She couldn’t stop crying now, the realization she was safe now crashed around her and all she wanted was to be held. “Charles,” she hiccupped, reached up to grasp at him. “Don’t go.”

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits dreamed: BECCA BELOVED!!! I LOVE YOU!!

I LOVE YOU MOST!!!!

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits​ dreamed: I love you friend! I hope ur doing well <3

Thank you so much dear, I love your messages ♥ I am doing well, thank you.

[verreprincesse]

@farspirits dreamed:  [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( paints a heart with their initials underneath on her upper chest 👀)

Evening sun filtered through the lace curtains of the room she had been given since she had returned from the countryside. She still carried the bruises but was now safe. She had never been so relaxed in her life until now and had been taking advantage of it. Currently her eyes were closed as her hand brushed through the short golden locks of Charles’ hair while he traced a paintbrush over her bare skin. She had tried hiding from him until everything was healed but he had been persistent in seeing her, she was sure he’d sleep outside her door if she didn’t let him in. She was so scared that her bruises would deter him that she would rather hide for the next month but in the afternoon light he showed her just how much he still wanted her. Now, in front of the fireplace as the air grew colder outside, he had promised to make her bruises disappear.

All over her body were flowers in varying colors to hide her bruises all connected by stems and the finishing touch was the heart with their initials on her chest. Sensitive from their lovemaking before and now highly sensitized from the tickling of the paintbrush she trailed her hands down his face to pull him up to her lips. “I know it’ll only ruin your pretty art, but I want you again. Make love to me until the moon is high in the sky and then do it again.” She whispered against his lips.

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit dreamed: are you still okay?

She had dreamed of this. Dreamed what it would feel like to have his fingertips on her bare skin. And oh how she was scared. Not of what he would do, she knew if she said to stop at any moment she knew he would. So gentle and kind to her. No, she was scared of doing the wrong things, of making the wrong sounds, what if she touched him in the wrong way? All those same emotions from when they had been kissing on the couch flooded her despite how much he assured her she was perfect.

“I-I’m fine,” she whispered. A slight tremble could be felt in her fingers and to quell it she laid them against his cheek. “I’m just nervous.” She finally admitted. “I don’t want you to stop though.” She laughed nervously and slid her hands to loop her arms around his neck to bring herself closer to him. She wanted this, wanted him. She pressed her lips to his, soft, yet urgent with need. “I want you to touch me more. I want everything you have to give.”

[verreprincesse]

@farspirit​ dreamed: ❝ what do i think about revenge ? they say it's a dish best served cold. i don't tend to care whether it's hot or cold. i just care that it's served. ❞ - from Florian !

“Well...” She wasn’t they type to have revenge for something someone did, though she had reason enough to do so. She was curious to know what others thought. “Wouldn’t that just continue the cycle? The person you have revenged upon now may want to revenge against you. Where does it end?”