Quand Le Vin Est Tiré, Il Faut Le Boire
“Wake up, milady.” The Nursery maid cooed as she strolled over to the window opening the thick curtains. As the early morning light flooded in it danced off of Aubrey’s golden hair. “You have a big day today.” Quickly laying out clothes for the young, tired, nation. “A very important guest. Come on, time to wake.” The maid removed the covers from Aubrey as Aubrey stretched. “Good morning.” The woman kissed Aubrey’s head.
“A guest?” Aubrey repeated groggily still half asleep.
“Yes. Now, come on, we must get dressed the will be here before noon.” Draping a dress over her arm the Nursery maid watched as Aubrey crawled out of bed, placing her small feet on the cold wooden floor. Wasting no time, the maid undressed and then redressed Aubrey.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Aubrey, noticed she was wearing one of her very fine dresses. “This is for parties, like the King’s birthday. Why am I wearing it? How important is this guest?” Aubrey demanded looking up at the smiling woman.
“You will find out soon enough. Now, let’s fix your terrible hair. It looks like one big knot.” The maid teased leading Aubrey over to the vanity and began combing her silky hair.
“Man, woman?”
“Man…well, boy, more like.”
“Boy.” Aubrey repeated racking her brain for any possible people.
“A young Marquis? Non, a Sire?” Aubrey beamed quite certain one of those was correct. “Maybe a Duc? Has anyone died recently?”
“Non.” The maid chuckled braiding Aubrey’s hair. “There, all done. Let’s go play in the drawing room. Oui?”
“Oui.” Aubrey grumbled as she leapt from the chair. She would figure out who was coming and she would do so before he arrived.
Hey, I remember you | Eleanor and Nate
Nate decided to go out for a walk. It was a beautiful night in the city and he didn’t feel like spending it indoors doing laundry. Everyone seemed to be busy tonight, but he was craving attention. He’d stop ever so often when someone recognized him and take a picture, flirt around, and leave. He found himself at the park Ella was at a lot. In some way, he hoped he could find her there. However, he wouldn’t admit that. He was an Asher. Aarogant, flirty, and a heartbreaker. If he wanted too, he could probably talk his way into bed with just about any girl. He didn’t want that at the moment though. Sighing, he took a seat on the grass, laying back and staring up at the sky. He heard footsteps and turned his head in the direction, squinting his eyes to try and catch a glimpse of who it was.
What Are Apologies Worth? | Closed | sixthoncomingsassytorm
Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap… She kept hitting the pencil to her desk, though it seemed like such a grand day outside, Lydia didn’t feel like submitting herself to the outdoors. No matter how bored she was, she just didn’t feel as if it was worth trying to go somewhere. Especially by grand she meant it was raining. She always loved the rain, it was soothing for ones corrupted mind.
She picked up the book, but set it back down unwillingly. It was as if everything was setting her off… boring her. all concepts of what to do had just faded from her mind as of something that was bothering her. Though, a sound was pulling her towards outside.
Lydia didn’t wanna go, but it was tempting her. She quickly stood up staggering towards the door. She looked though she would have wearily fell down her steps, but she kept a nice and steady balance. She leaped for the doorknob, but slowly turned it. When she flew it open there wasn’t anything visible, even so, she cleared her spectacles glass on each eye to make sure, even rubbing her own eyes as well.
She trailed herself in the rain so alerted as though someone would hear her, and she heard a door slam. It startled her and made her slip on the grass where she was luckily lead, but her glasses, they had fallen with her, everything was so blurry, she could clearly make out the figure. In the process she tried reaching for them, yet failing miserably and giving up to where her back hit the ground.
She abruptly began coughing, and made out a simple word…
“You…”
[Closed rp] Savos/Feya
It was one of those beautiful nights when the northern lights painted the sky bright blue and vivid green- Savos’ favourite colours. As a creature of the night, he greatly appreciated such sights and did not even blink in fear of missing just one precious second of such fleeting perfection.
So absorbed in his own thoughts, in that beautiful moment, was he that he did not see, nor take notice to the heartbeat, of another slowly approaching. Perhaps figure had not noticed him too and this moment would pass with no incident. Perhaps.
| I've Changed... | bowtiestweedandafez | Closed RP |
Lydia wasn’t where you’d think you would find her, that place changed. Now she was somewhere either in the forest, or fiddling with everything around the manor, she just disappeared like a Cheshire Cat out of nowhere.
She tossed an apple up and down catching it repeatedly, She seemed to be unappeased with that day, it seemed so boring, and different. Usually, she wasn’t very bored with anything, she was always busy, or gloomy herself. She seemed a bit more crazier with this, and loopy, but not in a bad way as expected.
Her pacing somehow got annoying for the servants, but luckily, no one was home that day, not even Melody. She even ran down stairs, and she had a book in her hand. Lydia kept this process as if it was helping her read the book.
She pushed her spectacles up and snapped her head over as her eyes went die, a sound had come from outside, but she just stood there, waiting for the strange sound to make an appearance, or at least some kind of move, she was determined to find out what it was, but she had yet to keep a low profile, she just didn’t seem to care.
Spuck: Everyone thinks that Puck is the top and Sam is the bottom, is that really the case?
Sam likes to keep count how many times people assume he’s the “bottom” of his relationship with Puck. It makes him laugh, but he nods and goes along with it because he knows Puck appreciates it.
At school, while both are jocks, Sam knows his looks aren’t exactly as masculine as his boyfriend’s. His lips, for example. And he also doesn’t have as much experience with girls as Puck has. But he’s cool. He’ll take it. (Even if he thinks stereotypes are stupid.)
But in private, Sam smirks, pushing Puck down to his knees, there’s no question who’s more dominant.
To be honest I don’t consider myself a true ELF but I do love SUJU and this s my first year watching one of my idols go off to the military and it’s completely breaking my heart. Also the fact that most of the blog I follow are huge ELF’s and it make me even more sad reading these goodbye posts. I wish luck to Leetuk and SUJU & ELF’s be strong! <3
Drumming her fingers against the wood counter top Emma started to hum. The bakery was so empty. If it wasn’t for her father being upstairs she would have been completely alone in the building. Alone and bored.
“Work the counter they say. It’ll be busy they say. You won’t be bored they say.” Emma sighed as she rested her head on the counter. A swelling urge to to scream boiled up inside her. “Liars!” She protested pushing off the counter almost knocking herself over. “Oh crap!” Quickly she scrambled for the other side of the counter and clung to it for dear life. “That was a close one.”
