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@austerose
The most precious baby (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
“I’m a busy lady, Mr. Rose. You’re gonna have to schedule an appointment, royalty or not.” She grinned, only for the corner of her lips to twitch at his next words. “Great.” She muttered, disheartened. Reality slowly sunk in her head, much like how she imagines herself sinking in the pool moments from now. How did offering food to the prince end up being her last day on Earth as a living person before degrading into a pile of waste? The one time she decided to be nice… “I’m sorry, but all I’m getting out of this is that you want to kiss me, which is totally fine with me, but I don’t see why we have to go through all of this.” Perriane knows more than anyone that she brought this upon herself, and the only real battle happening is between her pride and common sense. The latter left the ring the moment she lied about her knowledge and experience in swimming, so it’s all up to sticking to her pride and words now. “You can’t rush a girl.” She grumbled as she sat down, stripping off everything other than her tank top and shorts, folding the excess clothing next to her. The Holloway rolled her eyes at his words as she made her way to the pool, crouching a few feet from it to test the water with her fingers, retreating her hand quickly at the ridiculous temperature. “If I get sick it’s all on you, Auster. The medical bill, the medicine I’ll be taking, the classes I’ll have to miss, the friends I won’t be able to see, the fresh air I’ll be kept from. It’s all on you.”
Mismatched eyes blinked rapidly at that little admission. Surely she couldn’t mean what he thought, that the Cheshire actually just gave him permission to kiss her. He had to be mistaken. “You’re forgiven. I am being rather transparent here and who could blame me?” Dubious of her motives, an ebony brow arched while lanky frame settled on the edge, legs dangling in the water. It was a little cold, but nothing like the water would be back home and certainly not such a low temperature they couldn’t become accustomed to it quickly. “If you’re that worried about a chill, you could always cling to me for body heat. Promise I won’t complain.” With a small chuckle and shrug, he hopped into the water, sharp intake of breath whistling through a pair of perfectly healthy lungs at the brisk sensation. The water level was hardly deep enough to go past his waist, so it was easy to just stand there and get used to. “You know, I’d understand if you were afraid of melting, being so sweet and all,” a slight pause belied the sincerity of that statement before he continued, “But you said you’re an expert, so there’s no need to worry, right?” Auster wasn’t the least bit deterred by her rant, because he never got past flashing a blinding smile at how she used his first name, already abandoning the stuffy your highness despite earlier refusing to do so. “All right, I’ll take responsibility and nurse you myself if you’d like. ‘Course you could always back out now, but I’d be very disappointed, especially since it is so hard to fit little old me into your packed schedule.” Palm up, he held out a hand in offering, head tilted just so. “Come on, trust me.”
dream palace ⏎ AR & AR
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with wearing a blanket like a cape. Nothing at all. Auster’s impromptu accessory fluttered behind him valiantly, or as valiantly as anything could when emblazoned with Looney Tunes, which is to say, pretty damn valiantly. Lengthy legs climbed the stairs two at a time while the fanciful youth played air trumpets using just his mouth, heralding his own arrival with panache. Raps resounded against the portal of room B before the impetuous boy realized just how embarrassing this would be were Perriane the one to answer instead of Alexa and visibly cringed. It was too late to run away, however, he’d simply have to brazen his way through.
“Super Big Brother to the rescue!” Bearing his biggest, also silliest, grin, the elder Rose grabbed his sister’s hand and began insistently tugging her along. “Off to our secret lair, Sunshine, away!” To complement the utterly ridiculous actions, he made little whooshing noises as they descended the stairs and refused to even entertain the idea of slowing down or explaining what he was about. Surprises are funny like that.
Only after they’d wound their way around and out of the building, encroaching steadily across campus, and likely receiving a great many odd looks the future ruler was doing his best to ignore, did he turn to demand with a series of giggles, “Close your eyes.” Placing his hands gently over them, just to be absolutely sure, they crossed the rest of the distance through the cooler shade of the woods. “Ready to be totally floored because you have the most awesomest brother of all time, huh huh huh?” At last Auster pulled his hands way, so excited to see her reaction his whole frame was on the verge of trembling. “Surprise!” Sprawled out there in a leafy copse stood a gorgeous blanket fort Auster had tirelessly constructed over hours, ensuring it was just perfect for the two of them. As if a silly little school rule could keep the Roses down, no sir!
livre ⏎ AF & AR
The smell of books has always held a romantic quality. Hundreds of the storied tomes stacked on top of each other, vellum becoming steadily more brittle with age as the ink fades and dust collects on their weakening bindings. They really are such a vulnerable construct, it boggled Auster’s mind a bit how they’d even fallen into fashion and managed to survive for so long. Yet, there he was again, lingering among them, reverent fingertips carefully leafing through a new selection heretofore unread by him. The hopeful prince loved stories of grand adventures and even greater romance, of fellows willing to throw away everything for the one they loved and insurmountable odds falling below the sheer magnitude of true love’s endurance.
Finding someone who appeared to be equally as embroiled in fantasy was rare and he watched the young lady who’d come to be a regular at the shop through the shelves. Over the past few visits, the swimmer had noticed her longingly looking at a particular novel, one containing a fantastic story about a princess who rode in to save a dark knight trapped in a fortress of solitude. Truly, it was a deeply touching tale he’d read a while ago. What Auster couldn’t figure out, however, was why she kept sliding it back into its place. So, he’d made an arrangement with the elderly owner. Instead of its usual position, she’d find it behind the counter, all wrapped up and waiting for her, with a special note between its covers.
Dear Miss,
I hope you don’t find it terribly caddish of me, but I couldn’t bear to see a fellow fan keep walking away from this story. It is not to be missed!
p.s. Tell me what you think maybe? 777-777-7777
promise ⏎ LR & AR
The bare, knobby knees staring at him from below the hem of a taffy pink skirt were quite the turn of events.
When Auster had gently nudged his friend towards the object of his affection, making a rare promise to step into their shoes should they do the unthinkable and turn down Luka, he had not once considered having to follow through. Despite the potentially generous boon of foresight granted him, the prince could be a bit blind in his loyalties. Not that there was anything wrong with the other mind you and if he had to go out with anyone in a dress, it sure as hell would be Mister Awe-fricking-some Radcliffe!
Bistre eyes bored into the reflection in his bathroom mirror, a gangly young man wrapped up with a pretty bow. Fingertips reached up to tentatively straighten his headband for the zillionth time, not sure how it somehow made him more appealingly feminine, but simply accepting that it did as fact and finally walked out of the relative safety. A darting look shot to his phone, time illuminated briefly, countdown to the big reveal and possible crushing of his not substantial ego despite his propensity for jokes to the contrary ticking. Finally, a knock rang out and with the hues of his namesake stealing up high cheekbones, Phillip’s heir answered the door, eyes glued to the floor and fingers toying with the chain of a borrowed handbag. “R-ready?”
She could only roll her eyes at his sudden jump on the bandwagon, unable to say anything since, well, it’s true. There’s no use denying the obvious, anyway. Humming, she matched the pacing of her steps with his, showing no sign of worry or concern for what’s waiting for her on the other side of the infrastructure they entered. “Why, thank you.” The fifth year said sweetly in a curtsy, something she’s never done before, causing her to internally cringe at her own display of femininity. Spending too much time with royalties has finally rubbed on her after so many years and she didn’t like it a tad bit. “Ah, right. Yes, about that..” She smiles a sheepish one once she turned around to face him, walking backwards in front of him this time. “As much as I’d love to show you what you’re missing out on, I didn’t come prepared for this, so would a tank top and shorts suffice?” A loophole. “…Or is that not allowed in the pool? Guess I’ll just have to watch you from the sidelines, then. What a total bummer.”
“Pity.” Clucking his tongue mournfully, the young man’s expression turned crestfallen, though that development was not surprising. “Guess I’ll have to take a rain check on the best sight I’ll ever see, but as unofficial pool monitor, I hereby decree that shorts and a tank top are acceptable. You’re not getting out of this!” With that he reached out and grasped her by the arm, gently tugging forward. “Which brings me to pool rule number two: always watch where you’re going.” Reverting to a wolfish grin, Auster teased, “Much as I appreciate you wanting to check me out so badly, I’d really hate for our first kiss to be CPR related in the unromantic, non-enchantment breaking way.” Relinquishing his grasp, the lanky swimmer sat on a spare bleacher and started removing his shoes. “To be fair I’ll get my clothes wet too. Sound okay with you?” It’d be interesting to explain later on, if anyone bothered to ask, but there was no way they’d come this far to back out. Sliding off his shirt, in case she wanted it to cover up with afterwards, he’d rid himself of any excess clothing in record time. “Ready to get my butt kicked any time now.”
Whatever plans he had for the day was surely going to be put off, the enthusiasm of his companion overwhelming him. Though he was used to Perriane’s banter and tantrums, someone he actually felt comfortable with had yet to exist, and this little excursion only proved his point. The boy wasn’t matching his pace, and instead he had to match his, which didn’t come as easily as he had hoped. So he had simply followed him to the restaurant (whose ambiance he quite liked despite the crowd, the odd mix of people around him), watched him order for the both of them, and took a seat at their designated table. He only looked up when he was spoken to, first answering in French then going back to English, seemingly disoriented by the mass of people. “Quite the ladies man you are,” he started, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward, shifting in his seat as his fingers tapped erratic rhythms. “Can’t say you picked the best company, but yes, this place is nice.”
Eyes widened to their limits at that ridiculous statement. Surely it was simply because Emrys wasn’t too familiar with him yet. Bright chuckles flitted from between rosy lips while Auster adamantly shook his head to the negative. “Not in the slightest! I just think I’m a bit more comfortable with the fairer sex because it’s always been me and Alexa.” Shoulders shrugged, not sure why he was bothered by someone associating him with something that most guys would love to be. “It’s more like I’m the awkward tagalong guy who carries bags and makes the occasional joke.” In fact, the prince was mildly convinced he could easily be replaced with a coat rack and it would take people a week to figure it out. “Ditto, look at me blathering away per usual. For the record,” pausing to take a sip from the glass of water set in front of him, he continued with renewed enthusiasm, “I think you’re lovely company and I’m glad you let me drag you along! Do you get out much?”
“For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.“
{ The Words Between } Viridian & Auster
Everyone in this is fucking crazy, staring at the boy beside her when he had all of a sudden began laughing for no apparent reason, almost sounding like he was laughing at the person who wrote the letter before he attempted to speak in between of his wheezing and realising that he thought that was a joke. If anything is a joke, he was the one. “I said exactly what it said. You know, I can just tear up this letter up for you if you wish. Hell, that is what I feel like doing after having to not only reading it once but twice.” Yeah this guy definitely did not get the memo on how she is not a big fan on anything romantic or having to do with love. Cause it sickens her in the stomach and her standard of love is based off her parents: which is filled with insults, banters and fights but at the end of the day they will fall asleep in the same bed in each others arms when the morning comes.
“There is no Oster in this school, dimwit. Not to mention Oster is a stupid sounding name. It is like the parents are just asking for their kid to be bullied by having their name be called that and have the child be referred to as Oster the Ostrich.” Rolling her eyes at him when he has finally, gotten himself together from the hot mess he was from all the laughing, she did the favour he had asked her to do before turning the letter over for him to see and dragging her finger across his name at the very top. “A-U-S-T-E-R. Auster. Your name. Your letter. Your secret admirer. Now get lost. My services are over.”
Blinking rapidly, he leaned back in abject shock. Well, no one had ever talked to him quite like that before in his entire life, though perhaps they should have. “B-but ostriches are great! How could you possibly know every single person in this school anyways?” Finally the immediate surprise had worn off and Phillip’s heir was working his way into being downright indignant. “Everyone’s name can be made fun of, by the way, Greeny.” Emitting a rude snort, he shot a thoroughly disgruntled look her way before squinting at the name at the top of the paper. Damn. It was his. Still he refused to concede this prank was anything close to being the real deal. “Wait, just hold on a sec!” Fingertips massaged at temples, the slow-witted youth garnering a headache from the whole sordid mess.
“Okay, how much do I owe you and how much more would it take to enlist your help in catching whatever jerk deigned to mess with me this morning?” Eyelids cracked open ever so slowly, the sick knot in his stomach becoming nearly unbearable. “As a noble defender of all things romantic, I cannot and will not sit idly by while someone makes a mockery of the innocent and time honored tradition of love notes!” Not even under her assurances and the glaring proof that this lovesick admission was meant for him could the hopeful teenager bring himself to believe it wholeheartedly. No, the whole, sweet exposition had to be a mere facade. “Name any reasonable price you like, for either or both. This malefactor will not go unscathed.” A single brow arched at her while he continued, “Beg pardon ma’am, but it seems you find this as bothersome as I do. I appreciate your help.”
They say people can change, but is that really true? If they decide they want to fly, will they grow wings? I don’t think so. You don’t change yourself, you change how you do things. You have to make your own way. You have to create a way to fly, even while you stay the same.
Sora (via ni-iv)
Personal space was something Emrys valued quite dearly, and he had always been particular about being touched–preferring to be the one initiating everything if ever–not wanting anything he didn’t like come into contact with him. And that little peeve of his was hard to manage, since now there were a lot more people in his life (excluding his countrymen, of course) that thought very little of such affectionate gestures and he still hasn’t quite gotten used to the fact that there are people besides himself in a certain area. The paths were not cleared and no one took note of his social standing, which was only great to a certain degree. So he hummed in response to the boy, trying to assure him as he reached to pat the top of his head before setting off into the busy streets of the city. “I sure hope you don’t fall overboard or something. If worst comes to worst, we’d just stay the night here. I don’t want to be held liable for your death.” He commented, following after him and nodding as he entered the restaurant his companion had stopped at. “So this is…?”
Auster had to press knuckles over his mouth to stifle a giggle at the thought of him ever drowning because of a little accidental trip into the water. He couldn’t help noting that Emrys had no intention of trying to save him, already writing the clumsy boy off as a goner should such a situation take place, though. “How kind of you,” he finally commented with a bemused shake of his head. “A German restaurant that serves up the best in Monaco, known only to those intrepid souls willing to discover it’s discreet location!” Perhaps he was playing it up a bit, but the excitable youth was unused to such fun little expeditions, especially with another guy. In practiced French he summarily got them a table for two and ordered the special dish that had prompted this whole trek. Wiggling his butt in the seat, fingers tapping in time to some tune or another, he sought to fill the wait with a steady stream of amicable chatter. “Isn’t this place great? It’s neat to be out with a fellow dude for a change.” If things went well, he might even finally have someone to do that fisting thing all the other guys did with!
“Oh, but that does suit you just fine. Just accept it in all of your princely glory” Grinning, she walked passed him, but not without bumping her shoulder against his playfully. “Holloways never back down from anything, mind you.” The female paused and half-turned, gesturing for the prince to follow her steps. There’s a small voice in the back of her head that’s screaming to back out while damage has yet to be done, but Perriane proceeded to ignore it. Swimming can’t be that bad, anyway. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn by watching him, or maybe she just has a really high expectation from herself. “Oh, my. How’d you find out? Not everyone has the privilege to be blessed with the sight of it, you know. Luckily, his highness is about to get his royal butt kicked along with that honor. Also, I don’t know the way to the pool… so I probably shouldn’t be the one leading here.”
“When you put it that way,” he remarked airily, managing just barely to keep his expression from becoming obscenely pleased as hands slid into pants pockets. If Perriane had ever even seen the inside of the pool he’d eat his hat, so it was with vague amusement playing in the depths of bistre eyes that he began to follow her. “Of course, I take that as the highest compliment.” An unflattering snort managed to slip out at her little admission before he recovered with a slight incline of inky topped head. “As you wish.” Lengthy legs restricted their pace to match the petite Holloways across campus until they stood before the building. “My lady,” in a grandiose display, the elder swept into a low bow while holding the door. Messing around with her was easily becoming the most fun thing he’d done in a long time. “You were in such a rush, should I assume you’re already wearing it by the way?” Auster swept a gaze over his sister’s friend with a grin that more resembled the cat that caught the canary’s than a prince’s.
“But I cannot be your sunshine girl when I look like this.” The whine in her voice really did not suit her now manlier form but it was a true testament on how it was only her physical appearance that changed. On the inside, she was still every bit of Alexa as she always has been. Thinking about how her relationship with her brother is going to change if they would be unable to go back to their old forms was a thought the princess never wanted to entertain ever again. “Maybe we should call the aunties already? Maybe they can help us?”
“True, “ they remarked thoughtfully, still finding the whiny tone too adorable to handle. With a quick step back, rotating on their heel, Auster faced away with an uncharacteristically uncertain expression, arms wrapped tight about the foreign torso. Certainly those three fairies might have a clue about what was going on, but the bewitched prince so desperately wanted to handle it himself that he was loathe to seek their involvement. How could he admit such a silly, prideful thing out loud though? “Don’t you trust me?” It was barely audible, a butterfly wing soft whisper, that loaded question full of sulkiness.
And you’re cold and I burn I guess I’ll never learn ‘Cause I stay another hour or two.
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