❝ AS YOU CAN SEE I’VE GOT BICEPS TO SPARE! ❞
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❝ AS YOU CAN SEE I’VE GOT BICEPS TO SPARE! ❞
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As Long As There’s Christmas
"Excuse-moi? You would dare to question ℓa Reine?”
❝ I don't care who you are-- I just don't think that is right. ❞
☀ ▌Cupping the excitable mademoiselle´s hand in her own, Esmeralda´s skilled eyes first went for its shape; elegant, and dainty. “You’re a thinker. I see-….you’re restless, curious,” Downward her finger sloped, a smile curling at her lips, “and have quite the imagination.” Intrigued she pressed her free hand´s pointer finger to her lower lip, “But you feel…a bit of loneliness. Interesting, I rarely see lines like this. Would you say that’s about right so far?”
Belle sat patiently, her hands still as the other did her magic. She nodded as the woman began to describe her, her smile still intent. But-- it began to f a d e. ❝ Oui---- ❞ Nimble teeth chewed delicately on her plump, lower lip. As intrigued as she was, the brunette girl began to wonder if her reading was going to be all that excitable.
I'll be more active over christmas, college just sucks all the life out of me atm :c
Will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul?
❛The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.❜
❛Cᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀ, Sɪʀ❜
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No one could blame Eric for being tired.
Well – except maybe Grimsby. But he’d also been the guy who had had his back and been with him since childhood – so there wasn’t much Eric would begrudge him.
Princess after princess, girl after girl. He seemed to be getting so much more of the sailing time he wanted – without any of the freedom that he’d always found in it. He was dutifully forced from kingdom to kingdom, to bow and meet with women who just – didn’t get him. The jokes he told fell on deaf ears. The ones that they returned with confused him. They were intellectual, and beautiful, and fantastic – but they didn’t like the instrument he played, and they thought his dog was far too shaggy and wild, and their idea of a perfect prince was one that sat in silence and did what he was told, one who wore suits and had his men do his work.
One who wasn’t Eric.
It was weeks before his eighteenth birthday, and through way of pleading but mostly cajoling, he’d been allowed to get on open water, take a trip to somewhere he wanted to go. Which was… well… he didn’t really know. But the world that was appearing on the horizon… didn’t seem like altogether a bad place to dock.
Belle stood, or rather hid, behind a large tree. All that was visible was her head poking around the side of it. She glanced backwards for a moment, the girl had barely left her front porch and already she was making attempts to avoid people. This was pathetic, she told herself. Ostracized from her own society, oh dear. Belle brushed a stray strand of brunette curls behind her ear, and forced her legs to move so she walked out from behind the tree. Bonjour—! Belle nodded in return, a small smile even curving at her lips. There were only a few errands her papa required of her. This would all be over soon——
Send me a ◯ for my muse's reaction to yours hitting them in the face with a snowball!
Uptown Funk (feat. Bruno Mars) - Mark Ronson
Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.
Helen Oyeyemi, “Mr. Fox” (via mermaidemm)
Tale as old as time..
❝ Oh non! Ow-- ❞
She wasn't watching where she was going, what could possibly go w r o n g..?
;; starter call~?