@spookysituation.
“Are you sure you’re well, sir? You look--” Awful does not even begin to cover it.
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@spookysituation.
“Are you sure you’re well, sir? You look--” Awful does not even begin to cover it.
queen lucy.
The journey had been a long one. “Thank you King Kit.” Lucy sat down, rubbing her hands. “Your castle is absolutely beautiful; I am glad to see it during this time of year.” She smiled brightly.
“The snow does make it look quite beautiful,” he agrees with a nod of the head. Winter and spring are by far his favourite seasons, as the kingdom always looks so radiant. Little as it is, it’s still beautiful-- and he is proud. “I trust you had a safe journey?”
elsa.
It’s easy to feel overwhelmed in a crowded ballroom but as Elsa looks at the bright and happy smile on her friend’s face she’s reminded of why she came in the first place. For thirteen years he was the only one who continued to write with her and share his life, his letters became something she looked forward to and she felt less alone while reading them, even after her coronation and the aftermath of the Great Freeze he still wrote to her and coming to his wedding is the least she can do for all the times he’s been there for her and kept her filled with what she now knows was hope.
She watches Kit and his bride finish their dance before she musters the courage to approach him.
“Kit, you look irrevocably happy. Congratulations.” It’s been years and they’ve both changed so much. She wonders if he even recognizes her, they haven’t been together like this since they were children and he wasn’t able to make her coronation while his father was ill.
Only for a moment does his memory fail him, unable to match the face of a girl thirteen years older with the memories of a dear old, cherished friend-- but that moment passes, and it all clicks into place. How thrilled he looks! How happy to see her again, face to face, after all these years.
Just as she had looked forward to his letters over the years, he had found himself just as excited for hers. Kit had been greatly saddened not to be able to attend her coronation, though he had wished her well and a long, happy reign all the same. With both of their troubles over, how could he have not invited her to his wedding? It was unthinkable.
“Elsa! Oh, thank you, my friend,” he smiles. He feels as if he’s not spent a single second of today without a grin plastered to his face-- though who could blame him? “I’m pleased to see you. How was your journey?”
a guest.
Come to think of it, Samar was. “Thank you.” She told him quietly, cautiously approaching the fire and sitting down.
“It’s no problem,” he assures her. It doesn’t hurt to be a decent person, even when you have business to get on with. “How did you end up in such a state?”
unknown.
@calledkit !
She feels ridiculous in this frock, surrounded by all these nobles and royals, but she knows it’s only for BUSINESS. Though she’d rather be in a tavern, in her own clothes drinking ale with her own sort, though there are other matters that need to be attended to first. And one of those matters was finding someone with ENOUGH MONEY to fund her next adventure. How lucky she should be, to have such an opportunity presented to her so early in the evening — ❛ — Are you not one for dancing either, Monsieur? ❜
“I have been known to do so,” he tells his new companion with a slight bow of the head. “When presented with the right partner.”
It goes unsaid that his ideal partner is currently missing-- or, well, otherwise spoken for. She is the belle of the ball, no doubt about it, and in such high demand. Kit finds himself... less so, yet can hardly complain. There are other ways to amuse oneself at a ball such as this, and there are a great many people to converse with here.
“--Apologies, I don’t believe I know who you are, Miss...?”
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“They call me Kit. Or my father does, when he’s in a good mood.”
open.
“Please. Come sit by the fire. You look positively frozen.”
@hereditatem.
“I understand Kingsman makes some of the finest suits in all of England?” How unsurprising, then, that royalty has come to call. “As it happens, I’m in need of a suit.”
@ashenmaid.
“Are you friends with many a woodland creature?”
Asked with a most sincere smile and a tone lacking any cruelty. This is far from a mocking question, instead asked out of genuine curiosity.
i’ve had this blog fr 5 seconds and i already want a HP founders era au what is this.
just because it’s what’s done doesn’t mean it’s what should be done. or something like that.
for i can’t help falling in love with you.