#and Jade is just like. yes my princess of course my princess (giving kit the eyebrow and trying not to laugh)

[lesovyart]

((shows up to Willow 2 yrs late)) I LOVE THEM

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters Short Story #48. Teenage Haline babies.

It is a mild spring morning in May of 228 and The Los Angeles Institute is filled with the sound of arguing. Helen and Aline are sitting at the kitchen table with Emma and Julian who have come to visit, paying hardly any attention to the shouting and screaming. Their two children, Ivy and Andrew are always fighting and bickering, just as Helen and her siblings fought when they were younger. Ivy is the elder by 2 years, she is Helen’s biological daughter, 16 years ago she was conceived via IVF. Andrew is 14 and was adopted at birth

. Despite their fighting, Andrew and Ivy are actually very close and protective of one another, though Ivy will torture her brother, the minute she sees someone else picking on him, she will fly into defensive older sister mode, just like Helen.

Last night after Ivy and Andrew had gone to bed, Emma and Julian had called around to visit and ended up staying the night. They have two children themselves, Eleanor and Jonathan who are just a few years younger than Ivy and Andrew, and Emma is currently pregnant with their third child. 

“Do they always fight like this?” Emma asks in an amused tone, shifting in her seat. Eleanor and Jonathan fought sometimes but not very much, usually their arguments were just Eleanor shouting at her brother to stop following her everywhere. Ever since he was born 10 years ago, Jonathan has clung to his sister and followed her everywhere. At first Eleanor didn’t mind, but now that she’s getting older and growing up, she finds it annoying and embarrassing, Emma and Julian are certain though that the arrival of the new baby will calm Eleanor down and make her less angry toward her little brother.   

“This is nothing compared to usual, and it’s the first fight they’ve had in almost two weeks.” Aline says in a nonchalant tone. She and Helen are use to their children’s arguments, they usually calm down in a few hours and forget all about their argument. 

Just then they hear footsteps on the stairs and a few seconds later Ivy bursts into the room with Andrew not far behind her. 

“Mom, mama, Andrew_ Uncle Jules! Aunt Emma!” Ivy breaks off, her blue-green Blackthorn eyes lighting up in delight when she sees her Aunt and Uncle. 

“What about Andrew?” Helen calmly asks, as Ivy embraces her aunt and uncle. 

“He wants to come to Devon with me today to train with Cordelia.” Ivy says in a tone of anger, as if this is the most heinous crime ever committed. 

“Oh how very dare he.” Aline dryly says, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“I don’t want to train with you and Cordelia, I just want to portal there with you, me and Will are going to Faerie to see Uncle Mark, Uncle Kieran and Aunt Cristina, Uncle Kieran and Uncle Mark are going to let us ride their horses and then we’re going to see grandpa Gwyn and nana Diana.” Andrew hurriedly explains.

“Why can’t Will come here and then you go to Faerie from here?” Ivy asks her brother. 

“It makes more sense for me to go to him, since you’re already going to Devon, I’ll leave you alone the minute we get there, I promise!” Andrew says, begging his sister with his eyes, to let him go with her. 

“This is the most ridiculous argument I’ve ever heard.” Emma quietly says to Julian, in an amused tone. Julian laughs lightly and says 

“I dunno, once Mark and I had a fight because he didn’t want to be in the same room as me, he said it was because my face was annoying.” 

“Ivy you’re just being petty, Andrew isn’t trying to interrupt your time with Cordelia, we all know how well you two work together and how important it is for you both to train with only each other, you and Cordelia will be going with Jem straight to the London Institute and Will and Andrew will be staying with Tessa to wait for Cristina to take them to Faerie, anymore fighting and you can forget about going on a tour of The Scholomonce with your Uncle Ty next week.” Aline firmly says. “Understood?”

“Yes mom.” Ivy quietly says in a subdued tone. She knew there is no point in arguing with her mom, she is relentless and never gives in and never puts up with their fighting.

Half an hour later, Ivy steps out of the portal into the Carstairs’ living room, with Andrew right behind her. Cordelia and Will along with Tessa are already waiting, in the living room.

“Cordy can we swap siblings? Andrew is such a pain.” Ivy lightly says, greeting her friend with a hug.

“You can’t have Kit, but by all means you can have Jade and Will, especially Will.” Cordelia says in an amused tone, making a face at her little brother over her best friend's shoulder. 

“Leave him alone Delia.” Kit says, walking into the room and putting his arm around his little brother. 

“Yes Prince Christopher.” Cordelia mockingly says, smirking at her older brother, who she always teases about his royal heritage. 

“You know technically you’re royalty too Cordelia, your grandfather on mum’s side is a prince of hell, so technically that makes you a princess, I could start calling you Princess Cordelia.” Kit retorts, returning his sister’s smug smile. Instantly the smile drops from Cordelia’s face and she turns to her father, who has just walked into the room. 

“Can we go now dad?” She asks, eager to get to the training room and spend some time with Ivy, who she has a very important question for. 

“Have you got everything?” Jem asks, knowing how forgetful his eldest daughter can be. 

Cordelia nods enthusiastically and says 

“Yeah, and Emma said she’ll meet us in London and let me use Cortana for a while!” Emma and Jem had explained all about the family heirloom to Cordelia and the other two, and told Cordelia that she may one day inherit Cortana, and ever since then she has been itching to get her hands on the sword and try it out.

“Alright then, come on.”

An hour later Cordelia and Ivy are on their own in the training room, working on target practice. Jem brought some gifts for Emma’s new baby, and they are currently downstairs looking through them. 

“Ivy... can I talk to you for a bit?” Cordelia quietly asks, as her dagger lands right on target. 

“Sure, is everything okay?” Ivy asks, brushing her blonde hair back and turning to look at her friend. 

“Yeah fine. I-I don’t really know how to go about this but well... we work so well together and I always feel better and stronger when you’re around, you’re my best friend and I couldn’t cope without you. Ivy I want to be parabatia.” Cordelia hurriedly says in a panicked tone, fearful that Ivy won’t want to be parabatia with her. Maybe she wants to go to the Scholomonce like her Uncle Ty, who Cordelia’s brother Kit is married to. 

Ivy’s jaw drops open and she can’t help but stare at Cordelia in disbelief. Being Parabatia  is a massive deal and commitment, it is not something to take lightly. Ivy’s Uncle Jules and Aunt Emma had been parabatia and then fallen in love and were almost killed by the parabatia curse. Not that Ivy is in love with Cordelia, or thinks she ever will be, but it’s still a big deal.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Cordelia quietly says, her gaze flickering from Ivy to the floor. 

“I... no Cordy of course I want to be parabatia, it’s just... such a big deal, we both know that.” Ivy gently says, grabbing her friend’s hands. 

“I know but I listen to my dad’s stories about my Uncle Will and how amazing it was for them, and I see Uncle Jace and Uncle Alec together and Aunt Clary and Uncle Simon, that bond and love is just so amazing and unbelievable and something I want more than anything. But I only want it with you Ivy, and this is my last year of being able to have a parabatia, I’ll be nineteen in April, so I had to ask you now.” Cordelia explains, looking at her friend with wide brown eyes full of hope.

“Are you sure about this?” Ivy quietly asks, silently fearing that maybe Cordelia is only asking her because in a few months she’ll be past the cut off age for having a parabatia. 

“Yes absolutely, I’ve thought long and hard about it and talked about it with dad, I’m sure about this.” Cordelia firmly says. 

Ivy grins widely at her friend and grabs her into a tight embrace. 

“Then yes, yes of course I’ll be your parabatia.” 

*That evening*

It is now 6 O’Clock in the evening, and Helen and Aline are sitting alone in the kitchen after tidying up after dinner. They often sit and talk with each other in the evenings, when Ivy and Andrew are usually in their rooms doing their own thing. 

“It all feels so surreal, when we were on Wrangle Island all those years ago I never thought we’d get to have a beautiful life like this, before Alec became Consul and we were allowed to come back to LA, I was always so terrified that if we tried to have a baby, one way or another, The Clave would stop us, Ivy and Andrew are miracles, my beautiful miracles.” Helen quietly says in a tearful tone, gripping her wife’s hand tightly. Sometimes she still has to convince herself that this is all real, she’s back in LA with all her siblings around her, her wife at her side and two beautiful and amazing children to call her own.

“I know love, I hated seeing you so miserable and upset, if I could get my hands on the little bastards who decided to exile you...” Aline says in a tone of anger, rage bubbling up in her chest at the thoughts of The Cohort and the other idiots who agreed to The Cold Peace and sentenced Helen to exile, only allowed her to get married in Idris if she agreed to be paraded around The Academy like a Show Pony and talk dirt about her birth mother, who she has hardly any memories of. 

“Aline my love let go of that anger, it does you no good to hold on to it, we have a beautiful and amazing life now, we don’t need to think about all that now.” Helen softly says, rubbing her wife’s back soothingly. 

“Mom, mama is everything okay?” A soft, familiar voice asks in a concerned tone, from the doorway. They look up to see Ivy standing in the doorway looking concerned, with Andrew lingering behind her. 

“Hi babies, everything’s fine, your mom and I were just talking about my exile during The Cold Peace and it still makes us angry and upset. Are you guys okay?” Helen calmly asks, as Andrew and Ivy come in and sit beside their parents. 

“Yeah it’s just... well I was wondering if you could tell me about my dad.” Ivy quietly says in a hopeful tone. 

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell you about babe, your father was an anonymous sperm donor, we kept the information his file gave us, but it’s not very much.” Aline gently explains, not wanting to upset her daughter. 

“Oh, well can I have that little bit of information you have? I’d like to know something about him, anything.” Ivy warily asks. 

“Of course sweetheart, that’s why we kept it, we knew you’d likely ask about him at some stage.” Helen lovingly says, brushing her daughter’s hair back from her face. 

“Do you know anything about my birth parents?” Andrew quietly asks. 

“I’m afraid not baby, when we adopted you we were told that your birth parents wanted a closed adoption, we didn’t mind, we just wanted you so badly and loved you so much. Though once you’re over 18 you can legally seek them out, and we will help if that’s what you want.” Helen explains, hoping that Andrew won’t be angry or upset. 

“Maybe, but you and mom are my parents, always have been and always will be, you’re the ones who raised me and loved me all my life, that’s what matters to me.” Andrew firmly says. Ivy nods her agreement. 

“I agree, I don’t really care about knowing my dad, I’m just curious about him. You guys are my parents, I don’t need a dad, never had, I have the two best moms in the world, I’m really lucky to be your daughter.” Tears of joy well in Helen’s eyes and she pulls her daughter and son into a tight hug.

“Oh my babies, I love you so much and I am so so proud of you, Ivy you said that you’re lucky to be our daughter but believe me, we are the lucky ones, to have you two as our children.” Helen says in a tight tone. 

“Your mama’s right, we are the luckiest people alive to have you two beautiful, amazing kids as our own, you completed our family and made our lives amazing.” Aline quietly says, putting her arms around her wife and children. 

Helen rests her head on Aline’s shoulder and holds her babies tightly, revealing in amazement at how drastically her life has change, and how amazing and perfect it is.

[bwicblog]

EE: Hellooo

EE: ånyone here?

JV: --ok how do we have so many nerds -n th-s group that an h - s t o r - c a l fa-re makes th-s place dead

JV: --sup ee

SA: i am alive.

SA: hello.

AC: Ø Oh, Prisma! Are you all right in the back? Ø

AC: Ø I'm busy out front, but I can get you anything in a few minutes if you want. Ø

EE: Hey JV EE: Seems like most of the people here åre gone somewhere

SA: yes. my neck hurts but otherwise I am fine. Thank you for helping me.

SA: they are at the faire in Cascara.

AC: Ø It's no problem! And yes, many of us are at the historical fair. .u. Ø

AC: Ø It's very busy! Though Emerel and Hadean's fight hasn't happened yet, that's later. Ø

AP: I'm there too.

AC: Ø ouo!!! really, Budino? Ø

AP: I've been selling what I bake.

AC: Ø Where are you? I'd love to come see you! Ø

AP: Last minute booth entry

AC: Ø Um, if you wouldn't mind that Ø

AP: Cobblestreet Alley

AP: I don't mind. I'm giving out samples, too.

AP: Apparently people buy more when they get to taste.

AC: Ø Ooh, that's a bit of a walk, but I'm sure Pheres will let me have a break in a bit. As long as Prisma's all set I'll go visit you! Ø

AC: Ø I'm glad you're getting lots of customers Ø

SA: yes, it's because they know the product isn't secretly bad.

AC: Ø Pffft Ø

SA: this is a logical advertising scheme.

AP: My product's never been bad.

AP: I taste everything myself before I send out the batch.

AC: Ø People in general won't know how delicious it is though. .u. Ø

AP: Point being. AP: Free samples.

SA: I am fine. I could watch the booth while you are gone, AC. Pheres permission or not.

AC: Ø .n. hmmm, maybe, you don't know our products very well, though! Ø

SA: but I don't want to miss Hadean's fight. I have to see who else they destroy today.

AC: Ø Some of the people here are real sticklers about knowledge, too Ø

AC: Ø Haha, I'm sure you won't miss it, it's not until later Ø

SA: I suppose that's true also... I don't know very much about clothes.

AP: Who is Hadean fighting?

AC: Ø Neither do I. .u. I sympathize Ø

AC: Ø Emerel! Or well, he's MN on here Ø

AP: Clothes are for...covering yourself, pretty much. AP: Then again, I never got into the fashion thing.

AP: Oh. Him. AP: Please tell Hadean to give him a punch to the face for me.

AC: Ø .n. but Emerel's my friend Ø

EE: ooohh, whåt do you måke?

AP: It's our thing. AP: He keeps complaining I stole his sign.

AP: I bake. Bread, cakes, pastries, you name it. AP: I have a booth set up here.

AC: Ø .u. but that's not how that works...at least not according to Kit Ø

AP: Someone should tell Emerel that, then.

AC: Ø .n. but I don't pretend to understand it very well. I...I don't want him to be mad at me Ø

AP: Honestly, he doesn't strike me as the type to get mad easy.

AP: Just something about him, you know? It's hard to explain.

AC: Ø .n. I don't want to risk it, he's always been very nice to me Ø

SA: This emerel seems to be an eternal mystery.

AP: I wouldn't call him a mystery.

AC: Ø And Pheres would never forgive me if I upset him Ø

SA: No, but they are some sort of ambiguous figure everyone knows who everyone eitehr wishes to fight or be friends with.

AP: Maidel, why don't you come down here? I've got something for you.

AC: Ø .u. uhhh, give me... Ø

AP: Don't tell him he's a figure of mystery. His head will swell ten times bigger than it is already.

AC: Ø ...five minutes! It's not very busy right now, so Pheres said I can go. Ø

SA: larger than Pheres's?

AP: Larger than Pheres'.

AC: Ø that's just his hair .u. Ø

AC: Ø easy mistake Ø

SA: Perhaps he should invest in a comb.

AC: Ø It's so poofy Ø

SA: and a straightner.

AC: Ø Noooo, his curls are so nice Ø

AC: Ø I wish mine were nice like that Ø

EE: åw, I wish I could håve gone. EE: I love cåke

AP: I'm not particularly worried about his hair. AP: As much as I am the fact that he's hard to get along with.

AC: Ø .n. oh Ø

AP: I have a bakery in Fiendcroft, outside of Hithliene. AP: You're welcome to stop by there sometime.

AC: Ø Budino makes really good bread! Ø

AP: I try.

AP: Thank you.

EE: omg!!!

EE: I'll håve to måke the trip next time I get some leåve time

EE: Fresh breåd is heåven

AP: I agree.

AP: If heaven was real, fresh bread would be where you'd find it.

SA: it's fresh treats.

AP: That is generally what bread is, yes.

SA: No. Bread is the wrong kind of treat.

SA: I mean desserts.

SA: I don't care about bread. It's bread.

AP: I make desserts.

AP: My table has plenty of chocolate on it too.

SA: but do you have tarts.

EE: Breåd cån be dessert

SA: or historically accurate treats.

AP: Apple or strawberry?

SA: neither...

SA: 😦

AP: I don't know much about history, I admit. But I did at least try to do some research.

SA: Maybe I will visit then.

AP: Please feel free.

AP: Hopefully you'll find something to your liking.

SA: Aren't you going to enjoy aything else about the faire?

AP: Probably. AP: When I run out of things to sell.

AP: It's really the only reason I'm here, though. AP: I'm not that interested in anything else at the faire.

EE: Whåt else is there to do?

AP: Socialize. Eat. Buy. That's about it.

AP: Not much point to it. The setting is the only difference to any other faire.

SA: there' so many things to look at, though. Surely they aren't all the same?

SA: We would never have something like this in Provenance.

SA: And everyone is in costumes.

SA: or.

SA: Hadean and Pheres are in costumes.

AP: I suppose I'm not very daring. It just doesn't hold much interest to me, I guess? AP: The music is nice, at least.

SA: I love the sound of greensleeves playing on an endless loop.

AP: The musician is actually very good. I give props to her.

AP: How is the faire on your end?

VV: ♚ ~Evening all~

AP: Hello.

VV: : ♚ ~mmm I'll have to acquire a little contacts book soon. There's always a fresh face or two or more anytime I come into here. How excruciatingly exciting!

AP: If you say so.

VV: : ♚ ~Oh and I do! I do say so. Here let's get the delightful introductions out of the way, darling jade. Perdia Averic, pleased to make your acquaintince, and you....?

AP: Budino.

AP: Don't call me darling, please.

AP: I just met you and that's very personal sounding.

SA: Oh, the little princess is back.

VV: ♚ ~Very well, Budino since you asked so kindly! VV: ♚ ~Ooooh! My favourite mustard hued friend is here. ❤

AP: Mustard hued.

AP: Somehow that just brings up weird mental images.

SA: I don't necessarily appreciate mustard hued. I would like at least a honey, little princess.

SA: It is rather strange.

VV: ♚ ~ Weird images? Dijon is rather high class in terms of condiments but if you prefer honey, then honey it is.......honey mustard

AP: Why not saffron?

AP: It's rare depending on where you are, expensive, and yellow.

AP: It's a much nicer thing than mustard.

SA: What makes me so mustardy...

SA: Yes, but I am less of a saffron. in all honesty, I am more of a chartreuse.

SA: but most chat clients don't accomodate for that. so.

SA: Here am, with the least apalling version of my color.

AP: Sounds fancy.

VV: ♚ ~It does sound appealingly fancy!

VV: : ♚ ~Very well Honeycomb prince, we'll shed your mustardy name then.

VV: ♚ ~ I feel you're smart enough to not lie about your hue so I'll believe it.

SA: I can show you a selfie, if you would prefer that.

SA: My scelera are the same color as my blood, so there is no way to hide them.

SA: 😃

VV: ♚ ~ I would! I've shared photos here before, so we can do a trade even if you desire.

SA has shared SelfiePart2.png

AP: What happened with your eyes?

AP: Psionics that don't turn off or?

SA: No, it is a completely natural cosmetic differentiation.

SA: I have met other trolls with the same thing, but they are oftentimes from the north or east.

SA: Not the south, like I am.

SA: Or the approximate south, I assume.

SA: I prefer honeycomb prince much more, thank you.

VV: ♚ ~Ah! Someone actually deserving of such a title too, I must admit you aren't horrendous to look at quite the opposite really !

VV: Friendly and a charmer, such a rarity 😦

VV: ♚ ~ Budino, since you brought up hue related....alterations, mm there's a better word for that but no matter, since you brought it up, are you perhaps, one of those incredibly pale jades or do you still happen to not glow like a star?

AP: Drinkers don't exist, Perdia.

AP: It's myth.

AP: And you shouldn't believe everything you hear.

SA: 😊

SA: You are very polite yourself, little princess. I am happy to meet someone so composed.

SA: Rainbow drinkers might exist. It is as believable as a psion being able to lift a skyscraper, or change a city.

SA: I think it's a perfectly acceptable notion, if romantic.

AP: No, they don't.

AP: I know my own caste.

AP: The only dead that walk are covered in mushrooms or what have you.

VV: ♚ ~ Mmm I don't believe you.

SA: they are called cordycepus, sometimes.

AP: You say that like I'm trying to lie to you. AP: But whatever.

AP: Don't believe me. I don't really care either way.

VV: : ♚ ~Are you simply being secretive, maybe, Budino?

AP: You don't matter much in the grand course of my life, after all.

VV: ♚ ~I suppose that's true. Just as it may be true there aren't Drinkers, at least...you wouldn't be one I guess. They're lovely with skin like porceline. Something to be jealous of and write amazing romance novels of but, why would anyone write of a jade who's so crude and uncaring?

VV: ♚ ~Let alone read it I guess! Hehe

AP: Trust me, I'd love to be dead. But unfortunately, that's not in the cards yet, apparently. AP: I'd rather they didn't write about me anyway. There's nothing to say.

AP: He made bread and wrangled a barkfiend. Nothing interesting happened. The end.

VV: ♚ ~Something of a sticky note rather than a novel, yes?

AP: More like AP: A napkin

SA: mistake.

VV: ♚ ~What sort of napkin do you think? A diner or, perhaps one of a fast foodery?

AP: Perfect.

SA: many people find the idea of someone being cruel but able to win over to be a romantic notion.

SA: rainbow drinker literature is like that.

SA: they are mystical and vicious and alluring with a predatorial and authoritive quality over most trolls.

SA: but it's boring as a psion. they are inferior.

SA: If you feel your life is such a tale written on a mcdonald's napkin, perhaps you should do something about it instead.

VV: ♚ ~Oh but there's plenty of militaristic novels. I may not partake in such trashy readings but there are others I know that partake in reading Helmsmen romanticized books!

VV: ♚ ~Psion romanticism is just bubbling under the surface waiting to take the market of literature, Honey prince.

AP: Wish fulfillment sells.

SA: If only that were the case, perhaps I would have a quadrant by now

SA: there is an aspect of forbidden love to psions. They are doomed and property.

SA: and yet.

SA: also, what AP said.

SA: What do you read, little princess.

VV: ♚ ~Unfortunatley a busy schedule such as mine doesn't lend much time for such leisure! Primarily messages I guess haha!

VV: ♚ ~ You could always write your own wish fulfillment novel Budino, maybe you'd be promoted from Napkin in the bin, to say....paper liner on a table with crayons.

SA: I think that is a worse fate than the napkin in the bin. getting bulges draw on oneself is not the picture of success.

AP: I wouldn't recommend quandants AP: It never ends well

VV: ♚ ~ Or it ends wonderfully.

AP: No AP: It doesn't

SA: someone is very bitter.

SA: and very bad at hiding it.

VV: ♚ ~Correct. Once can almost find undertones of sour in the bitter .

AP: Well, I could say plenty of things about your undertones, Perdia. AP: But I'm not that rude.

VV: ♚ ~ Obviously you can't say much if after all these sweeps you can't say a damned thing about your own life.

SA: 🐱 🥊 🐱

AP: Fitting face...things.

VV: ♚ ~"things"....

VV: ♚ ~ Pardon me for a moment.

AP: Things.

VV: ♚ ~ I've returned and I hope you've managed to do a simple internet search for what those are called otherwise I'll have to excuse myself again.

AP: Things.

VV: ♚ ~......Budino, how old are you exactly?

AP: I could ask you the same.

SA: the pinnacle of retorts.

SA: are you proud of that one?

SA: you will need more than that to usurp me as the king of snark.

AP: ...The king of snark?

AP: I wasn't aware I was competing for the title.

AP: Do I have to wear neutral colors for this one

SA: You opened your mouth and tried to get clever.

AP: I guess I'm competing for a previously unknown title, then.

AP: Well then.

VV: ♚ ~ I didn't even think you were close to being in the running.

VV: ♚ ~Also it's incredibly rude to ask a lady her age, and the only ones that even do such a thing tend to be.....rather uncouth so actually yes that seems fitting for you.

SA: 😃

AP: And it's also rude to make demands of a stranger.

SA: we're going to go in circles with this. 🙃

AP: Yes.

VV: ♚ ~Oops! I hadn't noticed I'm not paying too much attention actually, hehe

SA: please don't leave me.

VV: ♚ ~Do I entertain you that much? Or is the lack of stimulating conversation from this non-drinker wearing on you?

SA: No, I am just very bored.

SA: And I like company.

AP: I've never been called a non-drinker as an insult before. AP: I don't know how I feel about this.

SA: yes, you are a typical, average troll, with no ability of note or life of interest.

SA: Like almost all of us.

SA: I don't know whose side i'm on anymore.

SA: I enjoy this orange drink, however.

AP: Is it the fizzy one?

SA: yes.

SA: You are the grape one.

AP: The red one is better, honestly.

SA: little princess is the strawberry one.

AP: It tastes more like cherries.

SA: the best.

AP: I hear they're making a lemon fizz, though.

SA: a mistake

AP: Honestly, that sounds like organ disintegration waiting to happen.

AP: You just drink it down and...everything melts.

SA: there is a melon flavored powerade and that's all i need to know that this planet must be destroyed.

AP: Goodbye world

AP: May you never again taint the universe with melon powerade.

VV: ♚ ~Thats....atrocious.

AP: And that is why this planet must be destroyed

VV: ♚ ~I'd agree but I do have some plans before that happens. I've worked rather hard to get some business in order and finished up practice for a show! I'd hate to have the world end and ruin all my hard work....

VV: ♚ ~ We'll have to reschedule the destruction

AP: No

AP: It cannot be rescheduled

AP: Your show is cancelled

SA: it can be rescheduled for little princess.

SA: but only her highness.

AP: But how do we know she's the real princess

AP: And not an imposter

VV: ♚ ~My, my well I'd think a psionic, if anyone, of course would be able to put destruction on hold.

VV: ♚ ~Imposter? You wound me so...And I fear for damage to your skull if you are mistaking someone as lovely but also rosey hued as I to be an heiress.

VV: ♚ ~ For you I truly hope drinkers are real, our time together can't be cut so short Budino 😦

VV: ♚ ~ We haven't even promoted you to soiled linens yet for your life novel!

AP: No, I'm quite fine with our time together being cut short AP: I'm too busy being blinded by your imposter crowns

VV: ♚ ~ They are rather dazzling aren't they...?

VV: ♚ ~ Would you like one?

AP: Anything to fix my pan damage

VV: Very well I'll drop this one just for you, generosity is a hobby one should dabble in occasionally!

AP: I am honored, your highness

VV: ♚ ~Aw so you can be sweet! I knew it was in there somewhere. It simply needs some bribery and a touch of planetary disaster on the horizon. Tell me Budino, are you political at all? You'd be rather good at it I think.

AP: My first political act is to reschedule planetary disaster

SA: is generosity a hobby or a trait...

SA: i think to dabble in it is too easy.

VV: ♚ ~ Is that so, dear honeycomb?

SA: No, I am rescheduling certain disaster.

SA: stop trying to usurp my one responsibility.

SA: I do not appreciate this.

SA: i think the crowns are cute.

AP: Certain disaster is now rescheduled

AP: I'm the royal politician here

VV: ♚ ~ If you play nicely with Budino's new plan to reschedule planetary disaster perhaps you could get one as well.

VV: ♚ ~ There's truly no other way without resorting to some violent means to usurp the royal position yourself after all...

AP: I also schedule SA in such a way that he misses the date of our duel AP: Thereby rendering me the winner by default

VV: ♚ ~ How underhanded! But clever! I'd of course have gone about it differently but the effort and use of your hues new power is nice.

AP: I wear this badge with pride

SA: I will murder you with ease.

AP: Not when you miss the duel you won't

VV: ♚ ~ My fair maiden heart can't handle such intensity ...

SA: your fair maiden heart has already chosen AP as your champion, as you are pleased to see him using dishonest and unhonorable means of winning the duel.

SA: You are no longer my little princess.

SA: Hadean is my new little prince.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah--

VV: ♚ ~ I could almost weep...You would me my prince....

VV: ♚ ~ I hadn't chosen a champion I simply was commending him-- I see you're the jealous type however oh no

SA: You didn't even slap them on the wrist....

SA: yes. Very jealous. My little princess must be mine and mine alone.

SA: clearly.

AP: Well this isn't turning into an unfortunate anime

VV: ♚ ~Very well then it is so! Whisk me away now before the royal Jade's rescheduled planetary destruction occurs! hehe

VV: ♚ ~ I believe you mean highest rating Novella

SA sends kisskissthisisfuckingridiculous.png

AP: AP sent Iseethatandraiseyouthis.png

SA: my princess already said her heart was mine, how dare you.

SA: put your hand down before i slap it.

AP: AP Sent Talktothehand.png

SA: 😡

AP: Hmph

VV: ♚ ~Perhaps you two should schedule another duel, oh goodness.

SA: why, so you can cheat on me again... i think not.

AP: The only weapon allowed is the white glove

SA: oh so it's a sissy fight.

SA: I see.

AP: Hell if I know AP: I just saw some guy hitting another guy with a white glove earlier

SA: if there is no blood it is not a real duel.

VV: ♚ ~ I am not one to cheat I promise you my honeycomb prince. Fret not. I'm a proper lady after all~

VV: ♚ ~So brutish! Yet admirable. 😲

SA: 🤺

VV: ♚ ~ For traditional standards of our species at least

AP: Hold on let me look through this emotional dictionary

SA: it's a fencer.

AP: 🗡

AP: ...That was not what I wanted but I'll take it

SA: 🔫

VV: ♚ ~ !!

SA: put them up.

SA: I will not be trifled with.

SA: 🔫

AP: ☠

SA: victory

AP: 🦈

AP: This is kind of...fun

AP: I'm not used to that

SA: your edge is showing again.

AP: 🐺

AP: 🐹

AP: I can't believe I ignored this dictionary

SA: little princess 💍

SA: emojis are wonderful.

SA: sometimes i can't find words, and they are very useful.

AP: 🌹

VV: ♚ ~ !!! oh my

VV: ♚ ~ My poor delicate heart can't possibly pump so much to such a rouged face! VV: ♚ ~ A virtual glittering stone for me from a prince. What a delightful night of deathly duels.

AP: 💠 I too offer diamonds your highness

VV: ♚ ~ I accept but on different emotional terms from Prisma's as it wouldn't be polite to upset the duel winner.

AP: But does his diamond have a dot inside

VV:♚ ~ Not inside but outside for wearability!

VV: ♚ ~ Which I would bet is rather important as a feature

AP: It looks like I've lost AP: I must resign in shame from my post

AP: I will exile myself to the furthest reachers of the galaxy

AP: Where I may yet locate my ancestor who has become unexpectedly evil

VV: ♚ ~ I'll have to wish you both a good light then with that turn of events! I'd say it's for beauty rest but I'd be silly use rest for such a thing considering how I already am~ VV: ♚ ~ Good light exiled Budino and Honeycomb Prince.

SA: I apologize, I had to free myself from the booth.

SA: good light, little princess.

AP: See you around your highness

AP: Or I won't because I'm in exile

AP: But goodbye in spirit

SA: I need to go find the others, AP. I'm sorry I can't stay.

SA: until next time 🤺

AP: ☘ I tried to use shame but accept this nice leaf instead. Since shame isn't there

AP: See ya

SA: (shamrock)

AP: (It's a very nice leaf)