Blake Sutherland

22 | ❝ I’m a goner, somebody catch my breath. ❞ | Netherlands.

[blakesutherland]

Sophie x Blake - “Insomnia”

@princesssophieallida​

Sleep was always a problem for Blake. Living through each day, Blake was constantly tired. He often struggled to keep his eyes open throughout the day. Then the second the moon illuminated across the skies Blake’s mind was wide awake. No counting sheep or pretending to be asleep was going to help. He was simply left tossing and turning in his bed. Blake’s mother was so detached from Blake that whenever he used to go tell her his trouble with sleep she would say ‘welcome to my world’. His father was more harsh. Not just about Blake being a problem, but his whole existence in general. His father never saw Blake as the future ruler and made sure that Blake felt the consequences of that knowledge. It only added to uncertainty of how to act in certain situations. Unable to get any kind of sleep or rest, Blake decided to walk out to the dorm kitchen. If he kept tossing and turning the way he was he feared his roommate might attempt to throw a shoe in his direction. A midnight snack didn’t sound like a completely terrible. Each time he took a step, he counted the step onto his finger. Quietly mouthing the words to himself. His mind was awake, and it needed something to keep it occupied. “Twenty-two,” he mouthed one last time, his chocolate hues glancing around the kitchen that already had it’s light on. His features scrunched slightly in confusion until falling onto a blonde who was already settled into the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he questioned, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. 

[cassiekallas]

Cassie x Blake

@blakesutherland

Cassie had never been one for drinking. She didn’t like getting carried away or out of control with her intake. She didn’t like being blackout drunk or not remembering how she woke up. Even though lately, she often used drunken party nights as a way to explain away memory absences. She wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her that night. Maybe it was the head injury, made her more susceptible to the alcohol itself. But she hadn’t had more than two drinks at the party. Only half an hour after the second it’d all faded to black. 

Morning had come around. Cassie always woke up when she sun first shone on her sensitive eyes. She let out a little grumble at the feeling of the brightness disturbing her rest. Still half asleep, she pulled a blanket up over her head and snuggled back against the solid presence behind her. The warmth of the other body had her easily drawn back in, doing a little wiggle to get as close as possible. Half asleep, it all made sense to try and cuddle closer. A satisfied little hum leaving her. However, as consciousness came into play she quickly realized that she didn’t have a significant other or anything of the sort. She barely knew anyone at the estate. When this thought fully set in, just the tiniest bit of panic set in. She found herself wondering what exactly she’d done. The brunette quickly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her bare chest. Her eyes immediately went to the stranger she must have invited into her bed at some point in the night. Apparently one night stands were something she did now.

[blakesutherland]

It was rare that anyone would find Blake at a party. It was on a whole other realm outside of his comfort zone. But he was working to put his best foot forward and step out of his comfort zone. To socialise more with those around him. Despite all of the messed up shit he had been a part of, he didn’t reach for the nearest liquor bottle to drown his problems away. When he did drink, it often brought out the more quirky side that considered him an abomination. When he got to the party though it became very apparent he didn’t know the first thing on how to approach anyone or simply insert himself into a situation without invitation. Blake headed to the liquor table where he grabbed the first bottle that he saw and poured it into a plastic red cup. Whiskey. He hadn’t experimented with a lot of alcohol so he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. The name implied that they whisked the liquor. Or at least that was what he had gathered. When he took the first sip he turned completely sour faced. The taste was definitely something that had to be acquired. Distracting himself from the loud pumping music, Blake started to test taste as many things as he could. He needed something to help break him out of his own thoughts. And he didn’t know what he was going to like until he tried it. And that was the last thing he remembered.

Blake had gotten so used to the dark that even when a glimmer of light threatened the sky it tended to rouse him if he was sleeping. A grumble escaped from his lips. He didn’t want to wake up yet. It was warm, it felt calm. Instinctively her arms tightened around the body in front of him. His consciousness hadn’t kicked in yet to fully register the situation. All he knew was that the warmth from the presence in front of him was enough to ease the morning chill on his back. It wasn’t long before reality hit like lightning though. It seemed like registration hit at the same time for the pair. Blake shot up and attempted to cover his undefined chest. He hadn’t even thought to look down at his member that was pitching a tent underneath the sheet. Had he really drunk that much? Enough to completely let go and end up in this type of situation. His whole life he struggled at making friends. How had he somehow managed to talk his way back to someone’s room? He was still groggy. Blake struggled with sleep. It was laughable at this point. The darkened circles under his eyes were big enough to appear as if they were black eyes. His pale complexion almost sickly. It was fitting considering in that moment he felt sick. Was it because of the alcohol? Was he hungover? Surely he didn’t feel sick just because he woke up in bed next to a beautiful woman. He wasn’t blind, he had enough sense to know that she was completely out of his league. Which only added to his confusion. Blake was at a complete loss for words. It was like a cat got his tongue. “Uh,” he fumbled as he scratched the back of his head. As if that would help. It at least kept his hands busy though. “We didn’t do anything stupid did we?” Blake wasn’t all too fond of his first time being something he couldn’t remember. Then again, maybe that was better than later critiquing everything he had done wrong.

[cassiekallas]

It had just been instinct, wiggling herself as close as she could get to the body behind her. Snuggling in tightly, her fingers idly stroking the arms that embraced her. She had had her boyfriends, and she’d grown quite comfortable with morning routines like this. It was just instinct. There was warmth, something different than just what blankets provided it and her body sought it out eagerly. Soon, the comfort shook itself off and the realization became all too real for her. It had hit them both seemingly at the same time. She felt the tensing of his arms that had been around her body a moment ago before they left her. Soon she herself sat bolt upright, trying to figure out exactly what had changed. This had never been her thing before. Or maybe it was. It was hard to say missing a year. This was the last thing she needed, more missing memory. The brunette tried to mentally wrack her brain hoping to find some idea of what had happened. But she found nothing, she couldn’t even think of the boy’s name. This was…rather embarrassing. Cassie was a forward woman. She didn’t think in the past that every man gracing one’s bed had to be a lover to last a life time. But she did at least want to think perhaps she’d remember someone’s name. “I honestly can’t say I’m sure,” she admitted rather carefully, holding the blanket to her chest. She wasn’t exactly shameful of her body, but flaunting herself nakedly wasn’t exactly something she liked to partake in to commonly. Old timey modesty didn’t concern her, but there was a line. It helped that the male seemed as uncomfortable as her. At least it would mean he wasn’t offended. At least his question offered some assurance he wasn’t sure of the night event’s either. This had to be the most awkward Cassie had ever felt in her life truth be told. She rarely ever struggled so hard for the right thing to say. “I guess you were at the party last night?” She was hoping to god she didn’t offend him by insinuating she didn’t remember talking to him much either. Honestly she really hadn’t thought she’d been so drunk.

[blakesutherland]

The longer that the pair sat in bed the stronger the tension around them built. As if it was some kind of rope, wrapping itself around Blake’s neck. It was toxic. Blake felt like he could choke on the air itself. This wasn’t something he did. He didn’t just black out and completely forget the events of the previous night. Better yet, he didn’t randomly wake up in a bed that wasn’t his own. He wasn’t the party and high socialite kind. He could barely recite his own name at balls or events without fumbling and making a fool of himself in one way or another. Usually it added to his charm and nobody would see through it but those that knew him really well. All of the failed interviews, all of the knocking things over in stores, none of it held a candle to the situation that he found himself in in that moment. Whenever he usually talked to someone he at least had an idea of there name, where they were from. All Blake could say about the girl next to him was that she was brunette. He didn’t know any other facts that would help bring any certainty or knowledge to the situation. “If I wasn’t it would be next to impossible that I woke up here,” he mouthed with a somewhat sarcastic tone. He wasn’t sure what to say in that moment. It wasn’t like he was making it worse by simply being himself. The only comfort he grappled was that at least he wasn’t the only one that didn’t seem to remember whatever happened. “I take it I wasn’t that memorable. It’s fine, it’s not like I’m the grinch that’s going to plot and hold that against you.” Movies, characters. This was at least a territory that Blake could manage to talk his way through, rather than continue to fight his worst quirky instincts.

[cassiekallas]

This was very strange to say the least. Tension built around them like a wall. Awkward tension for sure, confusion from both sides. She knew what happened, or at least had an idea of it all. Clearly they didn’t end up naked because they stayed up playing candy land. She just didn’t know how she’d gotten so drunk so quickly. She could guess just from the look of him alone he couldn’t have been much more sober. He honestly looked half dead from the dark circles under his eyes and the sunken look in his cheeks. She got the distinct sense this wasn’t something he ordinarily traipsed, especially considering how uncomfortable he seemed. “Not your type?” She asked, half humor, half awkward cause she couldn’t get a read on where he was at in his head. The brunette kind of awkwardly sat there, ambling on if she should get up and get dressed or offer him breakfast. Casual wasn’t a problem for her, but all of her casual friends had never been strangers. She knew them, they just didn’t exist past a physical aspect. But she didn’t know him, and it was bothering her. Mostly it just bothered her that she couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or her head injury that was making her memories slippery and impossible to grasp. “Honestly? A lot’s not memorable lately. I think I must have had too much to drink,” it was the closest she ever got to ever telling anyone about her memory issues. Not that he’d be able to decode such a thing without knowing her. “Do you remember anything?” 

[blakesutherland]

Whenever nervousness hit the male prince the first thing he usually noticed was the shaking his hands. Without even looking he could feel his fingertips trembling as he attempted to wrap his mind around the events that had taken place. As a way to give his hands something to do, he reached his right hand up to grip onto one of the sheets that laid spread over the bed. What was he supposed to do? The environment alone was toxic, the tension between the pair finding themselves in that situation only added to the toxicity. “You’re way out of league,” he almost choked out. Even with the parties or balls that Blake would attend, if he indulged a little too much, he always inevitably passed out on the floor without even making it to the bed. So to wake up, not only in a bed, but naked and with an also naked femme? It just puzzled him more with what actually happened. Or how it happened, even. Blake’s chocolate hues flickered over to listen carefully about how she hadn’t been remembering a lot lately. For a second it was like everything sat painfully still. The male was battling his own inner turmoil. He couldn’t just up and leave. He wasn’t just an up and leave, thank you ma’am type... Or was he? Blake never found himself in these types of situations so it wasn’t like he had a clear answer. Did this girl just want to forget it ever happened? No. He reassured himself. He didn’t just up and leave because things suddenly became complicated. Hell, Blake himself was a complication in just about everyone’s eyes. He didn’t know what to do though. Should he question whether she was an alcoholic? Should he thank her for the night anyway and ask her what her name is? Going with a more human response compared to his overthinking ones, Blake released the grip of the sheet and slowly wound both of his arms around the girl and pulled her into an embrace. It wasn’t like he could make the situation more awkward than it already was. And if he was talking the way she was, he probably would have wanted a hug too. “Honestly?” he questioned before shaking his head. “Not a thing.”

[cassiekallas]

Cassie x Blake

@blakesutherland

Cassie had never been one for drinking. She didn’t like getting carried away or out of control with her intake. She didn’t like being blackout drunk or not remembering how she woke up. Even though lately, she often used drunken party nights as a way to explain away memory absences. She wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her that night. Maybe it was the head injury, made her more susceptible to the alcohol itself. But she hadn’t had more than two drinks at the party. Only half an hour after the second it’d all faded to black. 

Morning had come around. Cassie always woke up when she sun first shone on her sensitive eyes. She let out a little grumble at the feeling of the brightness disturbing her rest. Still half asleep, she pulled a blanket up over her head and snuggled back against the solid presence behind her. The warmth of the other body had her easily drawn back in, doing a little wiggle to get as close as possible. Half asleep, it all made sense to try and cuddle closer. A satisfied little hum leaving her. However, as consciousness came into play she quickly realized that she didn’t have a significant other or anything of the sort. She barely knew anyone at the estate. When this thought fully set in, just the tiniest bit of panic set in. She found herself wondering what exactly she’d done. The brunette quickly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her bare chest. Her eyes immediately went to the stranger she must have invited into her bed at some point in the night. Apparently one night stands were something she did now.

[blakesutherland]

It was rare that anyone would find Blake at a party. It was on a whole other realm outside of his comfort zone. But he was working to put his best foot forward and step out of his comfort zone. To socialise more with those around him. Despite all of the messed up shit he had been a part of, he didn’t reach for the nearest liquor bottle to drown his problems away. When he did drink, it often brought out the more quirky side that considered him an abomination. When he got to the party though it became very apparent he didn’t know the first thing on how to approach anyone or simply insert himself into a situation without invitation. Blake headed to the liquor table where he grabbed the first bottle that he saw and poured it into a plastic red cup. Whiskey. He hadn’t experimented with a lot of alcohol so he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. The name implied that they whisked the liquor. Or at least that was what he had gathered. When he took the first sip he turned completely sour faced. The taste was definitely something that had to be acquired. Distracting himself from the loud pumping music, Blake started to test taste as many things as he could. He needed something to help break him out of his own thoughts. And he didn’t know what he was going to like until he tried it. And that was the last thing he remembered.

Blake had gotten so used to the dark that even when a glimmer of light threatened the sky it tended to rouse him if he was sleeping. A grumble escaped from his lips. He didn’t want to wake up yet. It was warm, it felt calm. Instinctively her arms tightened around the body in front of him. His consciousness hadn’t kicked in yet to fully register the situation. All he knew was that the warmth from the presence in front of him was enough to ease the morning chill on his back. It wasn’t long before reality hit like lightning though. It seemed like registration hit at the same time for the pair. Blake shot up and attempted to cover his undefined chest. He hadn’t even thought to look down at his member that was pitching a tent underneath the sheet. Had he really drunk that much? Enough to completely let go and end up in this type of situation. His whole life he struggled at making friends. How had he somehow managed to talk his way back to someone’s room? He was still groggy. Blake struggled with sleep. It was laughable at this point. The darkened circles under his eyes were big enough to appear as if they were black eyes. His pale complexion almost sickly. It was fitting considering in that moment he felt sick. Was it because of the alcohol? Was he hungover? Surely he didn’t feel sick just because he woke up in bed next to a beautiful woman. He wasn’t blind, he had enough sense to know that she was completely out of his league. Which only added to his confusion. Blake was at a complete loss for words. It was like a cat got his tongue. “Uh,” he fumbled as he scratched the back of his head. As if that would help. It at least kept his hands busy though. “We didn’t do anything stupid did we?” Blake wasn’t all too fond of his first time being something he couldn’t remember. Then again, maybe that was better than later critiquing everything he had done wrong.

[cassiekallas]

It had just been instinct, wiggling herself as close as she could get to the body behind her. Snuggling in tightly, her fingers idly stroking the arms that embraced her. She had had her boyfriends, and she’d grown quite comfortable with morning routines like this. It was just instinct. There was warmth, something different than just what blankets provided it and her body sought it out eagerly. Soon, the comfort shook itself off and the realization became all too real for her. It had hit them both seemingly at the same time. She felt the tensing of his arms that had been around her body a moment ago before they left her. Soon she herself sat bolt upright, trying to figure out exactly what had changed. This had never been her thing before. Or maybe it was. It was hard to say missing a year. This was the last thing she needed, more missing memory. The brunette tried to mentally wrack her brain hoping to find some idea of what had happened. But she found nothing, she couldn’t even think of the boy’s name. This was…rather embarrassing. Cassie was a forward woman. She didn’t think in the past that every man gracing one’s bed had to be a lover to last a life time. But she did at least want to think perhaps she’d remember someone’s name. “I honestly can’t say I’m sure,” she admitted rather carefully, holding the blanket to her chest. She wasn’t exactly shameful of her body, but flaunting herself nakedly wasn’t exactly something she liked to partake in to commonly. Old timey modesty didn’t concern her, but there was a line. It helped that the male seemed as uncomfortable as her. At least it would mean he wasn’t offended. At least his question offered some assurance he wasn’t sure of the night event’s either. This had to be the most awkward Cassie had ever felt in her life truth be told. She rarely ever struggled so hard for the right thing to say. “I guess you were at the party last night?” She was hoping to god she didn’t offend him by insinuating she didn’t remember talking to him much either. Honestly she really hadn’t thought she’d been so drunk.

[blakesutherland]

The longer that the pair sat in bed the stronger the tension around them built. As if it was some kind of rope, wrapping itself around Blake's neck. It was toxic. Blake felt like he could choke on the air itself. This wasn't something he did. He didn't just black out and completely forget the events of the previous night. Better yet, he didn't randomly wake up in a bed that wasn't his own. He wasn't the party and high socialite kind. He could barely recite his own name at balls or events without fumbling and making a fool of himself in one way or another. Usually it added to his charm and nobody would see through it but those that knew him really well. All of the failed interviews, all of the knocking things over in stores, none of it held a candle to the situation that he found himself in in that moment. Whenever he usually talked to someone he at least had an idea of there name, where they were from. All Blake could say about the girl next to him was that she was brunette. He didn't know any other facts that would help bring any certainty or knowledge to the situation. "If I wasn't it would be next to impossible that I woke up here," he mouthed with a somewhat sarcastic tone. He wasn't sure what to say in that moment. It wasn't like he was making it worse by simply being himself. The only comfort he grappled was that at least he wasn't the only one that didn't seem to remember whatever happened. "I take it I wasn't that memorable. It's fine, it's not like I'm the grinch that's going to plot and hold that against you." Movies, characters. This was at least a territory that Blake could manage to talk his way through, rather than continue to fight his worst quirky instincts.

[cassiekallas]

Cassie x Blake

@blakesutherland

Cassie had never been one for drinking. She didn’t like getting carried away or out of control with her intake. She didn’t like being blackout drunk or not remembering how she woke up. Even though lately, she often used drunken party nights as a way to explain away memory absences. She wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her that night. Maybe it was the head injury, made her more susceptible to the alcohol itself. But she hadn’t had more than two drinks at the party. Only half an hour after the second it’d all faded to black. 

Morning had come around. Cassie always woke up when she sun first shone on her sensitive eyes. She let out a little grumble at the feeling of the brightness disturbing her rest. Still half asleep, she pulled a blanket up over her head and snuggled back against the solid presence behind her. The warmth of the other body had her easily drawn back in, doing a little wiggle to get as close as possible. Half asleep, it all made sense to try and cuddle closer. A satisfied little hum leaving her. However, as consciousness came into play she quickly realized that she didn’t have a significant other or anything of the sort. She barely knew anyone at the estate. When this thought fully set in, just the tiniest bit of panic set in. She found herself wondering what exactly she’d done. The brunette quickly sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her bare chest. Her eyes immediately went to the stranger she must have invited into her bed at some point in the night. Apparently one night stands were something she did now.

[blakesutherland]

It was rare that anyone would find Blake at a party. It was on a whole other realm outside of his comfort zone. But he was working to put his best foot forward and step out of his comfort zone. To socialise more with those around him. Despite all of the messed up shit he had been a part of, he didn't reach for the nearest liquor bottle to drown his problems away. When he did drink, it often brought out the more quirky side that considered him an abomination. When he got to the party though it became very apparent he didn't know the first thing on how to approach anyone or simply insert himself into a situation without invitation. Blake headed to the liquor table where he grabbed the first bottle that he saw and poured it into a plastic red cup. Whiskey. He hadn't experimented with a lot of alcohol so he didn't know what he was getting himself into. The name implied that they whisked the liquor. Or at least that was what he had gathered. When he took the first sip he turned completely sour faced. The taste was definitely something that had to be acquired. Distracting himself from the loud pumping music, Blake started to test taste as many things as he could. He needed something to help break him out of his own thoughts. And he didn't know what he was going to like until he tried it. And that was the last thing he remembered.

Blake had gotten so used to the dark that even when a glimmer of light threatened the sky it tended to rouse him if he was sleeping. A grumble escaped from his lips. He didn't want to wake up yet. It was warm, it felt calm. Instinctively her arms tightened around the body in front of him. His consciousness hadn't kicked in yet to fully register the situation. All he knew was that the warmth from the presence in front of him was enough to ease the morning chill on his back. It wasn't long before reality hit like lightning though. It seemed like registration hit at the same time for the pair. Blake shot up and attempted to cover his undefined chest. He hadn't even thought to look down at his member that was pitching a tent underneath the sheet. Had he really drunk that much? Enough to completely let go and end up in this type of situation. His whole life he struggled at making friends. How had he somehow managed to talk his way back to someone's room? He was still groggy. Blake struggled with sleep. It was laughable at this point. The darkened circles under his eyes were big enough to appear as if they were black eyes. His pale complexion almost sickly. It was fitting considering in that moment he felt sick. Was it because of the alcohol? Was he hungover? Surely he didn't feel sick just because he woke up in bed next to a beautiful woman. He wasn't blind, he had enough sense to know that she was completely out of his league. Which only added to his confusion. Blake was at a complete loss for words. It was like a cat got his tongue. "Uh," he fumbled as he scratched the back of his head. As if that would help. It at least kept his hands busy though. "We didn't do anything stupid did we?" Blake wasn't all too fond of his first time being something he couldn't remember. Then again, maybe that was better than later critiquing everything he had done wrong.

[blakesutherland]

Breanna x Blake - “Frustration at least means you feel something.”

@madness-in-the-moonlight94​

Blake should have gotten used to it by now. The daily interaction with other people, the roommates that he had to share with someone else. In some ways it gave more opportunity for being more social. But it mainly added to his anxiety. More people who might expect more from him. It wasn’t like he could just step out of his own mind and see the world from someone else’s eyes. Although he often wished that he could. Then he might not be the disappointment that his father saw of him. He might actually see the colours in full brightness rather than everything he came into contact with just feeling dark and twisted. Life might actually have a meaning, instead of being some endless existence that he just happened to exist in. 

With the recent parents week his father had been the only one to visit. He tried to make up some excuse about how his mother was off on royal business and that she sent her best. It was all bullshit. She barely made any effort when Blake attempted his own life. Just one more baby to lose. Why would now be any different? He wasn’t suddenly fixed just because he had spent so much time in hospitals and now the estate. As much effort as Blake had put in to socializing more and getting to know some of the other royals at the estate it was clear that he was still the family disappointment in the eyes of his father. His awkward and sarcastic nature was still the main focus. His quirks were just too much to overlook. It didn’t seem to matter how much more effort he put in to fit into the norm, there was always something that held him back. 

Most of the classes that were taught at the estate were ones that fit into the normative royal curriculum. Things that royals who were destined for the throne would need to know before coming into power. Blake needed a break from it all. A break from his father’s words that liked to replay like a broken record in his mind. The library was a perfect place. It wasn’t hectic and crowded like some of the more popular areas of the estate. But it also wasn’t completely dead silent. His mind could take a break from being constantly on edge. The second he stepped through the door he could hear the chatter amongst the small groups formed around tables and chairs. It felt like he could finally breathe without someone thinking there was something wrong about the way he breathed. As he began wandering through the aisles of books, he ran his fingertips over the spines of the books on the shelves. It felt.. peaceful? Was that even a possible thing to feel? With everything that he’d been through it felt next to impossible. Maybe this was his equivalent to it. 

Before he could sink too far into his own troubled thoughts, he heard an irritated noise from the desks ahead of him. Curious as to what could have caused the outcry, Blake cautiously stepped to the end of the book shelves until he saw a particular brunette sitting with what looked like books stacked up over her head. One book lay on the floor by her feet. Maybe it had fallen, or perhaps she’d gotten frustrated and thrown it down out of frustration? Out of sight, out of mind. It took what felt like a full minute for his mind to click in where he recognized the girl from. Dorm reassignments had been issued and he now shared a room with the brunette. Bre? Was that her name? Swallowing the growing lump in his throat, Blake stepped closer only to see that the page the book had fallen on to was completely covered in highlighter. “I’m pretty sure that the book doesn’t want to be a part of a rave,” he murmured, spitting out the first thing that came into his mind. 

[blakesutherland]

Ana x Blake “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

@wanderingheartana​

Blake had always been the complete opposite of what was expected of a royal. He was awkward, quirky and when he did make friends he somewhat struggled to keep up with social aspects. If given the choice he would have spent all day in his room.He wouldn’t have to put on the brave face, or cover up his shaking hands by stuffing them into a pocket in his jeans. It wasn’t necessarily a break from the world. No matter how much he tried his brain never truly shut off. In front of other people he was simply seen as an outcast, but in his own mind it was worse. He saw how dark and deranged his thoughts became. He wasn’t even supposed to be here anymore. Life was too overwhelming. Death felt like a comfort, a way to finally shut everything off. Blake was so much more afraid of having to live with those thoughts plaguing him at every turn. 

The estate was a rather peculiar place when you really thought about it. The only thing that they had in common was the fact that they came from royal families. Their circumstances for being sent to the estate were all completely different, with varying issues. The male had been apart of the project from the start though, and with every new arriving royal, he was yet to see a personality that was like him. It made him feel more isolated from the world that he was a part of. He really wasn’t made for this life. The distance that he felt from his own mother, who never let herself get too close or involved in his interests. His father’s unrealistic expectations that his father expected from his only candidate for the throne. It made him question if he had been born into a family that worked hard everyday just to keep their home whether he might feel normal.

One way that the estate royals kept themselves entertained was through gossip and chatter. It was next to impossible not to go outside without seeing one royal passing secrets and gossip around to another. It would spread like wildfire. Blake usually did his best not to listen. He already had his own critiques plaguing his own thoughts regularly, the last thing he needed was to listen to the often toxic talks amongst others. While forcing himself out of isolation and into the crowds of the estate grounds, the male overheard Ana being mentioned. It was a name he had come to know well over the years. Hell, maybe she could have been considered his first official friend at the estate. Definitely the first crush he had developed. It peaked his interest, so Blake went against a lot of his own instincts to listen in on what they had to say about the lighthearted redhead. The mention of hospital brought him back to the first time the pair had officially talked while she was receiving treatment and he had been admitted after his attempt on his own life. It set off alarm bells in his mind. He didn’t understand social responsibility very well. But when it came to friends of people he cared about, he swallowed the growing lump in his throat and did what he thought was best; he showed up for them. 

At the hospital, Blake clicked his fingers together. It was his attempt to hide his uncertainty. Approaching the front desk he had to clear his throat before he spoke. It had been a few hours since he actually had to talk to anyone so his tone was quite raspy. “Is Anastasia Deutch here?” he questioned. Just as quickly as the words came out he quickly realized his mistake. “Sorry, Brooks. Ana Brooks.” Blake was mentally facepalming at himself. How he let the mistake slip up. For a lot of people it would have been nothing, something to laugh off. Even if he did laugh at himself to hold face, he felt that feeling of embarrassment linger in the pit of his stomach. He knew it was just something more to add to the continuously growing list of things he did wrong on a daily basis. Being given a number of a room, Blake made his way to the elevator, pressing the floor number. Each floor had an explanation of what they were for. Blake felt a slight relief at the fact that it said maternity ward rather than radiology or oncology. When the elevator ding rang through his ear, the brunette male was ready to step out only to step directly into someone. Blake stumbled a little but he quickly caught himself without making an embarrassment of falling onto his face. “Oh - I’m sorry. That’s my bad,” he rambled as he helped to steady the person who clearly wasn’t prepared to walk into anyone. In an attempt to make up for his fumble he reached his arm back to keep the elevator doors from closing before the other person could step on. It was something small, but Blake was really trying to make a difference in his attentiveness and behaviours. With one social interaction down, Blake was ready for the next. Which he just hoped was Ana and not him knocking down a medicine cart in the hall. He already felt somewhat overwhelmed by the social interactions he had had. Wandering the halls he kept an eye on the door numbers until he finally saw the three numbers he’d been replaying in the back of his mind since his time at reception. The door was closed, which made Blake more hesitant. Curling his fingertips into a fist, he knocked his knuckles against the wooden door. He waited for some type of invitation or acknowledgement to his presence before he came in. Hearing someone’s call back from inside the room, Blake stepped into the room slowly as he pushed the door open. His light brown hues flickered around at the fluorescent lights blaring from the roof before they fell upon the redhead. “This brings back memories,” he whispered to himself.