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thenxghtwemxt · 1 year ago
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@classiqals | Midori and Tian Feng, Back Corner of the Bonaparte Queen's Memorial
Leave it to a small, velvet box to put her nearly thirty minutes late for the deceased, Queen's memorial. The weight of the ring; French design, with a simple band, heavy in importance and looming promise. After a prolonged reverie of heavy breathes and pulsating sweat, Midori speeds with haste to the Cathedral. But those in attendance were already seated, the Japanese contingent in too prominent a place to be discreet. Her eyes move to the back pews, filled to the rim, save for one spot.
Gods and their explicit irony.
Walking towards the corner, Midori is quick to cast a quick look at Tian Feng. Unseen beyond that grotesque display at the bath house, and several instance of flirtation with his new betrothed. Lashes long and cheeks high, Midori stares down at him. "Well?" She nods expectantly, at the only open place by his side. Without waiting, Midori settles into the seat. A feigned eye at the service, as if she cannot feel his breathing.
"My closest friend? Really? You could have fucked anyone." She whispers haughtily against Tian Feng's shoulder, eyes remaining steadfast on the altar.
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opalnoble · 1 year ago
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° • — CLOSED starter for maceon ( @classiqals ) ° • — outside the palace, under a tree.
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aurora was sick of being inside the palace — if it wasn’t judgmental eyes on her due to the staggering number of french criminals; it was eyes that pitied her for the loss of her cousin. it was nauseating, being perceived in a land that wasn’t her own. she should be of little significance here and that was precisely what she wanted. giving excuses to her ladies, aurora ducked away — to the market streets. there, she was away from the drama and could perhaps pretend everything was normal.
though, even here — nothing felt normal. she found herself looking at various silks and fabrics, all in bright or deep tones of red; and still, she felt sick to her stomach. red, why red? it was the color of blood, and felt so garish to look at when dressing her deceased cousin — but she had promised elliott she would secure a red dress for martina’s memorial. gods, did she never want to do this again.
the princess walked away from the stall, back towards the palace until she found a tree close to the gates but still not inside palace grounds. she sat down— hoping to wait out this strange mood she was in. it was like a cloud over her, and that was so unlike her. aurora took out a pink journal from her silk bag, age clear on it’s spine. with it, she had a small, thin piece of charcoal she used to write it in when she was without ink. then she’d go over the charcoal later. the dyed leather cover and pages of the book were stained as such — it was clearly something she had taken great care of yet kept with her at all times. she had nothing to write in it as of today, but it brought her comfort, so aurora turned to a page she had counted days on, doodling small flowers and such in between the lines. a bit of cheer to an otherwise depressing record kept.
when she felt the presence of someone seated beside her, she did not look up; instead choosing to continue smudging her fingers with charcoal as she drew. “ — is it time for me to be dragged back already? “ aurora jested, knowing it was her cousin sitting there beside her. “ i believe this fresh air and nature is doing me good. “ she said softly, finally looking up from the somber journal. “ — and i think some time away could do you some good, oui? “ she had not hardly seen much of maceon since they arrived to brazil. he was surely busy, as many of them were — but she worried about him just as she worried about elliott. he was harder to track down, and her time was quite preoccupied these days. “ you look tired, maceon. “
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selenitenoble · 1 year ago
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° • — CLOSED starter for roland ( @classiqals )
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there was an energy in the air — apprehension. unease. zelenia wondered if it was due to so many new people in a place so very new to them. she quietly observed, walking around the room. her emerald gaze was piecing and — cold. her expression, stoic. her lips did not curve into a pleasant smile, nor did her eyes light up from wonder and amazement. everyone seemed merry and cheerful. excited for this new city, excited for the sights and the culture. except — there. her gaze settled on a man, off to the side with another. shoulders tense, eyes heavy with an exhaustion the oracle recognized from her own reflection.
the blonde stepped closer, hand taking a glass of wine and sipping on it as she watched the individual. was it him that had her interest peaked, or something about him that called to her? the unease in the air came from him, of that much zelenia would bet her last drachm. slowly, the oracle made her way towards him and by the time she was only a couple feet away; the individual he was speaking to left.
a moment of pause, before saying — “ you are weary. “ a statement, not a question. she was not wondering, she knew. “ heavy, the weight on your shoulders. “ her head tilted to the side, her eyes unmoving from him. no warmth was found in them, nor in her voice though her words would read as concern if they came from anybody else. “ dear kingling — what gives you grief? “
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umitvar · 1 year ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: GARDENS 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: NOI JIRAYU CHAROENSUK 𝐓𝐎: KING THANIN CHAKRI ( @classiqals )
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it is odd, seeing all of these people in one place, all over again. something uneasy lies at the pit of noi's stomach, something he cannot blame on the change of food or spices. he keeps quiet, doesn't take up much space at the breakfast, watching everything around, silently catching up to people he hasn't seen in a while. of course, it is impossible not to see his actual king there as well — and he makes a mental note to find him afterwards. at a place where they can be alone, at least without the hundreds of prying eyes surrounding them. the opportunity strikes, later in the day, where he sees the thai guards move to the gardens with the king in between. he stands behind a pair of bushes, faking as if he is here to enjoy the scenery, and nothing more. once there is enough distance between the guards and the king, he steps out. slow and far enough to not be an immediate threat, but close enough to make himself known. "your majesty." noi begins, a charade, for now, in the case that there are still prying eyes, or ears. after a customary bow, he speaks. "i was walking around the garden — would you care to have a stroll with a humble performer?"
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bourgeoning · 10 months ago
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she  falls  back  into  the  rhythm  with  ease  ;  contrasting  chaos  with  calm  ,  for  others'  benefit  .  in  spite  of  a  continuously  pounding  heart  ,  and  fear  gnawing  at  her  stomach  .  nails  rapping  against  the  table  ,  isra  replays  the  bedlam  in  the  grand  jury  hall  ,  hoping  to  achieve  any  sort  of  understanding  of  the  tangled  mess  left  in  its  wake  .  but  the  memory  ebbs  into  the  background  when  she  hears  approaching  footsteps  .  reflexively  ,  she  sits  up  ,  offering  a  warm  smile  to  @classiqals  @flcralhaze  @umitvar  @verenduss  @monarhrh    @whispcrings  , "  how  can  i  help  ?  don't  be  shy  now  .  "  almost  a  joke  ,  or  ,  rather  ,  an  attempt  at  bringing  levity  .
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sapphirenoble · 11 months ago
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she laughed as she tasted the cake, and just as haspira had said — the cream frosting had already begun to melt under this heat. " goodness, there was no avoiding it! it's so terribly humid here, makes me miss home if i am being honest. " isadora licked cream off her finger, " even in the summer, it is nothing like this. " she smiled at the woman, nodding her head. " oh yes, but i must admit — i was not nice when i request it be done as soon as possible, " isadora shrugged her shoulders, " i feel so uneasy if i am not dressed the way i expect to, i realize that is incredibly spoiled of me. " if she was going to get pitied looks from others due to the situation with her father, at least she could look stunning.
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" a fair assessment, " haspira shrugged with a single shoulder, watching the princess with a pleasant expression in place. no men, a boat on the sea after so much travel in such already, and reduced staff to attend the event - choices that would confuse some, she was sure. quick to taste, haspira gave a small hum of approval, tongue snaking out to catch the frosting clung to her lower lip with an embarrassed laugh. " good news - the cake is just as divine as hoped, but the heat seems to have started to melt the cream topping already! " eyes flashed with laughter. " and it was tailored already? i may need to ask for the contact information, i am still waiting on the gala gown i ordered on the way here. "
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aamusedly · 2 years ago
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@hvadeina / "Shepard?"
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"Would you..."
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
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thenxghtwemxt · 1 year ago
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@classiqals | Ariyan and Angelo, At The Boat Race Concorrência
If not for his new bridge, Angelo and Ariyan could keep their encounters congenial. Two like-minded, ambitious snakes like themselves had more to admire than fear. Especially, when they were not diametrically opposed. Alas, he is a husband now. And what good is a husband, if not to fight for his wife's honor? Having caught sight of regent from the ways away, Angelo waits until the opportune moment. Their guards remain - hidden in plain sight, but seemingly in a pattern. With a slick nod, he walks forward, fingers wrapped around the jade-encrusted walking staff. A gift from my wife, he says to anyone who inquires.
"How goes it, keeping my wife's seat warm?" Angelo inquires with a click of his tongue, a placid look that fails not to instigate. "Or her brother-in-law's, for that matter..."
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opalnoble · 1 year ago
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° • — closed starter for maceon ( @classiqals ) ° • — during the grand breakfast, outside
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her eyes glanced around the room, looking for familiar faces — that seemed to always be what she was doing. however, it didn't take long before aurora decided the room was stuffy and quite frankly, far too crowded with people trying to enjoy their breakfast. it wasn't worth searching the crowd for someone to talk to. the princess grabbed a plate with some fruit, some cheese and a hearty slice of bread before slipping outside to a quieter, more . . . well, breathable area.
aurora's shoulders relaxed and for a moment, she felt at peace while walking down a path, munching on the fruit in her hands. it was simple. calm. everything she wanted. a sigh passed her lips, realizing perhaps it wasn't ever meant to be hers. on her walk, the princess's eyes landed on an individual sat underneath a tree. she recognized the silhouette, and without any hesitation — the princess sat beside her cousin.
she offered the plate out to him. " eat, " she told him, hardly asking. " i'm sure it's better then the food you're finding for yourself. "
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rubynoble · 1 year ago
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" oh. to be quite honest with you, i've never thought about if it was safe or not. " kai-ming told him with complete honesty. she hadn't thought about it. never had, in fact. kai-ming was headstrong, shamelessly so — and she tended to think about her actions after the fact and if an action seemed harmless to her, well, then she deemed it so.
the princess looked around, then back at him. " besides, i'm not alone now ! you're here ! " as if that changed anything. " would you accompany me ? "
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curious, tian feng's eyebrows rose, an amused expression flashing over their features. though as a child he practically grew up in the palace, he ran around with the other boys, fathers and mothers valiant military heroes. he'd left when he were only sixteen. to return home only to head back out on another long adventure... well, tian feng did not know the royals as he may like too, aside from angelo. if they were all like that guy, maybe he wouldn't want to. " duly noted. " the solider nodded.
" as much of an honor that would be, your highness- " she'd probably hate that, tian feng realized, unaccustomed to being informal with those above his station. a frown surfaced. " no need to waste anything on me, i have plenty in the barracks. though... " now he glanced around, concern flashing. usually there were another- " are you sure it is so safe to be out... alone? "
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selenitenoble · 11 months ago
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° • — CLOSED starter for roland ( @classiqals ) ° • — a meeting, calling together various royals
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at first, zelenia hadn't cared that she was chosen to sit in this meeting. it felt only typical of her position and the nature of why they were all here in brazil. it wasn't until she sat down in her chair, arms crossed over her chest and a foot tucked under her leg — that she realized the worst part of this meeting had just arrived.
the scottish king whom's face she had thrown a drink into, walked through the door — and instead of her blood running cold, she felt herself began to boil with anger. there was no good reason for this feeling. they had bickered, argued with one another; and that should not matter to her. the oracle should not feel so bothered by his refusal to let her help, yet she was. she remained wordless, saying nothing to allude to her frustration — but her gaze followed him. he still held the sunken appearance from before; he was exhausted, even if he refused to admit it.
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umitvar · 11 months ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: PAÇO IMPERIAL, CHINA'S CHAMBERS 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: DAENG CHATRI SHINAWATRA 𝐓𝐎: ZHANG TIAN FENG ( @classiqals )
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the meeting with angelo was scalding, though not for the reasons one might assume. it only made daeng's guilt more apparent, making it obvious how he failed to stop all of this from happening. they had information networks, informants, and so many men — yet they had a criminal just under their noses. the attack that happened today only made it all the worse, to know danger loomed so close, and they could have lost one of their own today. once they have a brief moment in between investigations and meetings, daeng is urged to catch up to tian feng where there are no prying ears. a hand is set on his friend's shoulder, his eyes looking at him up and down. "are you well? you didn't get hurt, did you?" there are only a few scars and bruises littering daeng's face and arms, the traces of battle- though he looks and fears to see if there are any on his friend's frame.
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bourgeoning · 1 year ago
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she's  been avoiding  the  main  hall  ,  ever  since  the  portraits  had  been  hung  .  too  many  eyes  weighing  down  on  her  ,  suffocating  .  but  knowing  this  can't  last  forever  ,  and  as  activity  around  the  palace  meets  a  lull  in the night ,  suzume  finally  goes  to  try  meeting  their  gaze  .  which  proves  successful  ,  at  first  ,  but  as  she  trails  over  to  the  young  chakris  ,  there's  a  familiar  ,  deeply - detested  sting  on  the  inner  corners  of  her  eyes  .  by  the  time  she  reaches  the  emperor  and  empress  (  she  assumes  )  ,  their  portraits  are  but  blurry  outlines  .  she  turns  on  her  heel  ,  rushing  out  of  the  room  with  so  little  awareness  that  she  nearly  collides  with  @classiqals  @espionisms  @balteren  @bxrnfrxmashes  in  the  process  .  no  one  was  supposed  to  be  here  .  she  shoots  them  a  withering  look  ,  but  in  that  very  moment  ,  the  first  tear  rolls  down  her  face  .  immediately  ,  she  turns  her  head  with  a  sniff  ,  swiping  at  her  cheek  . " excuse me . "
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diamondnoble · 1 year ago
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she made no comment towards the compliment of her work. it was hardly anything yet, mere sketches and notes of colors — it was pretty, but rose was overly critical of her own art. often despising it once it was near completion or never completed at all.
though she did not agree with the first statement of her work, rose nodded her head along to what they said about remembrance. " beauty such as this should be remembered forever, " the brunette mused, eyes glancing up from her canvas for a mere moment. " — but art, i think, should be used to remember many things. beauty, wonder — pain, anguish. " her mind didn't drift to a specific work of art, but rather her own again. the art she had painted and destroyed in the early years of her grief over losing maceon.
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as if just noticing her, ariyan glanced down, an eyebrow perched precariously high upon over intense gaze. mocha hues jumped from the page to the artist, and after a deliberate pause ( for they were regent now, all but the shah, for why should they not bask in such well-earned glory? ) - ariyan smiled, and stepped delicately aside. sun rays leapt back down, their shadow moved aside, and they folded their hands behind the back.
" pretty. " the advisor commented, making no show of pretending they did not peer down to the creation in turn, head tilting before gazing out at what they assumed as reference. ethiopia was abundant in it's natural gifts; no one can deny. " it is no wonder they have kept this all so secret from the world, all these years. you know... "
eyes turned now back to this nameless lady, and a smile grew wider. " it is just that you are doing, that is most important. we are living history in the making. someone has to make sure these times are remembered - and why not for the beauty to be found within? "
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techinewswp · 1 month ago
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vmantras · 10 months ago
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OKAYA ClassIQ Electric Scooter: Powertrain and Performance Review
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