#♕▐┆❝ v: tbd

[verreprincesse]

@riidcr dreamed: “I’ve come to say goodbye properly…I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Goodbye?” She felt a pressure in her chest at his words. They sounded so... final. Like she would never see him again. “What are you saying?” She asked, one hand pressed to her heart and the other wrapped around her waist. her heart felt like it was going a mile a minute now as her mind raced with it. Had she done something? Was it something she said? Was he on the run from the law? “You can’t leave though, I was going to go back to our old orphanage to deliver some food, you have to accompany me.”

[rosehearrt]

tag revamp pt. 2.

[shefalcon]

✢   MESSAGE RECIEVED   ⟫    prompt,  accepting.

“slow down.”   @spartanlost​ says.   “your haste will cost us,”   he says.   and with his words,  her frustration seems only to grow as tension mounts in her shoulders.  in her hands, clenched into fists at her sides.  in the entirety of her being,  which aches so desperately to fight.  to do something...  to do...  anything.

and in her state of heightened aggravation,  freya can only shift her jaw and scowl before offering her own response to counter. 

“and are you so certain that your hesitation will not exact a cost far greater?”

[kaerinio-a2]

@woefreed​ wrote: ‘ can you help me? ’ question starters // accepting

       All around, a gentle wind whistles, rustling the grass, whispering in the trees, and upon it, his question hangs. She regards him, eyes filled with kindness — — — and empathy — — — and suddenly, she is overwhelmed by the sensation that she has experienced this before ; except, it was she who stood in Yuuta’s place, seeking guidance, searching for a way to navigate a cruel world with benevolence. “I was not taught in this system, so my methods may be a bit — — — UNCONVENTIONAL. The HIGHER-UPS aren’t going to like this, and there’s no way to know how they may express their displeasure.” These words bring a pause ; however, they are accompanied by a smile, warm and unbothered. She has grown used to it : their grumbles of disapproval whenever she dares to help the students. She can only imagine the heights their frustration will reach once they discover exactly who her new charge is, but alas, that is an obstacle for another day. “Let me worry about them. I care much more for your GROWTH than their APPROVAL. Tell me, when would you like to START?”

[verreprincesse]

@silvcrignis​ dreamed: Oh we’re doing height comparisons? I’ll have mercy on Ella’s soul she deserves a W, Rose Abernathy is 4’11

yay! Ella is finally taller!! Rose in blue, Ella in pink.

[verreprincesse]

@beautifulstars​:

To Kit: bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking. @verreprincesse

The moment he saw his wife covered in blood and shaking Kit's heart stopped.

"Ella..." He moved towards her, trying to decern where the blood was coming from. Panic set in, was she hurt, what had happened?

Rushing to her, Kit searched her face for any sign of pain, but all he found was the blank expression of shock.

"Let's sit down, it's going to be okay," Kit said supporting his wife as he motioned to a shocked servant to go get help.

She needed to find him. To find Kit. Even as she stumbled through the halls, her legs giving out a few times, she knew she had to find him. She had been sleeping, resting as the doctor had prescribed for her since the beginning of her pregnancy, when she felt the first twinge of pain hit her. The second one had her panicked. When she pulled the sheet back she screamed in horror. Blood pooled between her legs and onto the blankets.

Her mind fevered with what it meant, and when she found Kit her body collided with the floor. “Kit...” She sobbed. “Our baby...” She clung to his embrace, wishing that it wasn’t true. “Our baby!”

[verreprincesse]

@mxdam, if Margarethe used Ella to gain higher status instead of her own daughters.

[verreprincesse]

@paddyfuck asked: "Do you think it's possible to choose your own destiny?"

“I think anything is possible if you try hard enough. I went to a ball when I thought I never would ever be able to ever again.”

[verreprincesse]

@beautifulstars​ asked: "It would be my honor to lead you through this the first..." (from Kit)

“I would be honored, your highness.” She smiled and placed her hand in his, a rush of goosebumps skittered across her skin at the contact.

[verreprincesse]

@beautifulstars​ asked: "I do hate myself in paintings." (from Kit)

“But you look so regal in them, and, one is needed since you were crowned king.” She laid a hand to his arm, her head canted to the side. “The people just want to see their king.”

[verreprincesse]

@luposcainus​:

@luposcainus​ dreamed: “ i never met a princess before.”

“And I have only ever known one other man as handsome.” She laughed lightly. “Fathers for little girls are always the most handsome.”

"    oh  i  hardly  doubt  that  ,  milady.    i  am  sure  there  are  others  out  there  who  are  much  better  looking  than  me.  " caspian  said.    he  looked  at  the  map  that  he  was  staring  at.  it  caught  him  interest.  the  werewolf  looked  up  before  humming.    "  if  i  told  you  i  can  turn  into  a  wolf,  would  you  believe  me?"

She smiled, a small laugh passed between her lips. “And they say women are hard to compliment.” His words did intrigue her, almost like they were words from a fairytale book than reality. “I would have to say I might, only because I have seen a fairy before.”

[verreprincesse]

silvcrignis asked: [ 📲 sms: ]  This is me asking you out. Want to get coffee tomorrow? (Drunk Claude getting his sober self into these situations is highly in character.)

It was 3 in the morning, Ella hardly slept as it was, so when her phone went off she saw the message clearly and was surprised. The sender wasn’t usually this forward. 

[ text ]: Claude, are you alright?

Not that she minded coffee, but she wanted to make sure he really indeed what coffee with her.

[verreprincesse]

AU for @riidcr and I

[verreprincesse]

@brokenwretchedanddivine​ for a plotted starter

A singular night where she wasn’t invisible. A night where she could talk to other people without the threat of her stepmother finding out, a chance to dance again! She missed dancing, missed music, missed good food. She knew she only had so much time before she would need to leave before her stepfamily would get home but for a few hours she was Eleanor again, Lady Eleanor and not Cinderella.

The gown she wore felt like a dream, a deep, forest green color with green-tinted lace, she had even found an emerald necklace that once belonged to her mother to match her ensemble. It wouldn’t be as done-up as some of the ladies she knew would be in attendance, but she felt she looked well enough. She had even managed to pin her hair in a fashionable style. 

When she stepped from the carriage her breath stalled in her throat. She knew the palace would be magnificent as she could see it from her bedroom window but being so close made her realize how stunning it really was. Far taller than she could have ever imagined and the architecture so finely detailed could have captured her for hours if she weren’t there to enjoy herself. She let her ears guide her as music and chatter floated in the air. Soon the smell of food and perfumed powders filled her senses and almost made her head swim. She hadn’t been given any scraps for lunch nor dinner and her stomach made it very clear she needed something to sustain her for the night. “Maybe I can slip to the food without anyone noticing...”

[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?”