wallflowers

"I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there." 

[freyrisland-blog]

“Thanks, “ Feeling reassured, Freyr adjusted the guitar strings and took a pick out from his pocket. “Uhh…I guess we should start with the parts of the guitar…” Freyr gripped the guitar firmly and began to explain the anatomy of the guitar, his eyes glancing at Em every now and then to make sure she wasn’t bored. 

[emxfck-blog]

Em watched as Freyr pulled the pick out of his pocket. It was cute how he seemed to carry such a precious object around with him, obviously showing how important the guitar was to him. Patiently, she watched as his hands moved along the wood of the guitar, showing her the important aspects of the instrument. Really, she found all of it fascinating. He kept glancing up at her nervously, so she smiled, trying to show him that she was actually interested in what he was saying. “So, um, this is probably a stupid question... but how do you hold it?”

[freyrisland-blog]

@emxfck

Happy Valentine’s Day, Emilia. I thought you’d like a new sketchbook, and I hope you like the flowers. I really enjoy spending time with you and would love to get to know you more.

From,

Freyr

[royalvasyl]

wine | emilia + vasyl

[royalvasyl]

Her laugh was contagious and a deep laugh came from his mouth too.”God,” he sighed and hid his face in his hands. “I really am not in a good condition.” Usually this would have not bothered at all as other people’s opinions didn’t really matter to him. But lately he felt like he hadn’t been the top of his game image wise. 

“It’s definitely purple, reddish purple. Cardinal red I suppose they call it.” He shook his head and held the glass towards her. “It’s too late to back down now.” It was his motto quite often. Once you found yourself knee deep in trouble, not that this was exactly trouble more like ruining your public image, it didn’t do any good or bad to stop there. 

“I suppose it’s common knowledge that my Valentine’s Day is going to be quite far from the American ideal. What about you? Will you find yourself smothered with gifts when the day really starts?”

[emxfck-blog]

The man was obviously embarrassed by his actions, and any other time, Emilia would have dissolved into a babbling awkward mess, but whether it was the alcohol or the company, she didn’t. Pouring herself and Vasyl another glass of wine each, she waved her hand dismissively, “Way too late. It seems as if you’re too far gone to bother considering stopping.” 

Em grinned, taking another sip of her drink. “I can’t really comment on the American ideal or standard, seeing as I’ve never been to the place, but I can assure you that I’m not going to be showered in gifts. I’ll have a nice box of chocolates or perhaps a new box of paints from myself to open in the morning and plenty of Netflix binge watching in my room in my pajamas. Have you made any plans with yourself?”

[maddie-hasson]

[jacksfalahee]

Madelaine Hasson x Bags by Erin Dana

[princessmaggs]

Margareeta listened to the girl carefully and smiled to herself, happy to hear someone had a similar mindset to hers. “Indeed, we are allowed to dream. I hope you get to see your home soon, dear.” Maggs extended her hand with a smile. “I’m Margareeta, but everybody calls me Maggs.”

[emxfck-blog]

Em’s smile matched the other girl’s, extending her hand in turn, giving the other’s a small shake. “Emilia, but most people around here call me Em. Where is home for you?”

[voteforkate]

“When it really comes down to it, you’re my person”

[emxfck-blog]

Confused, Emilia frowned over at the other blonde, someone she was entirely sure she’d never talked to before in her life. “Uh... thanks?”

[emxfck-blog]

what art style would u be

“Cubism would be cool, but I’m probably Impressionism.”

[princessmaggs]

Am I the only one who finds thinking about home comforting? I know some people would rather not think of it, but at least in our minds home still looks the same. I remember the things I used to do there, and see there, and feel a little better.

[emxfck-blog]

Emilia nodded. “I agree with you. I mean, at the same time it makes me a little homesick, but it’s comforting. I don’t know when I’ll get to go back, but a girl can dream right?” She laughed softly, offering the other girl a smile. 

[ofchance]

“Does anyone else hate Iceland, or am I the only sane one here?”

[emxfck-blog]

Em paused, biting slightly down on her lower lip. She really should keep her mouth shut, but she was finding it hard to not speak, especially when Iceland was not only her home for the foreseeable future, but also her fiance’s native country. “It’s really not that bad really. I mean, you should give it a chance. It’s really beautiful.”

[easyikes]

Weh di gaan an? Where the turn up at?

[emxfck-blog]

“Um... what? I don’t think I know that language. What’s a turn up?”

[royalvasyl]

wine | emilia + vasyl

@emxfck

It wasn’t exactly like Vasyl to drink in company. At least not to the point where he was starting to be drunk. Wine had the ability to get you drunk sneakily and the few shots he had gulped down hadn’t slowed the process. Whoever the girl beside him was, she had turned out to be rather good company. Didn’t talk too much and actually knew how to hold an interesting conversation. Or perhaps it was just his weakened thinking capacity. He would never know.

“Now what I find im-mehnsely interesting is how red wine can be,” he stated eyes fixed on the Riedel glass. His accent was more than prominent. In a good condition he had no problem masking his sharp Ses and rough Rs but with enough alcohol in his system, his concentration lacked. He held the glass sloppily in his hand and watched the liquid swirl in it. 

The pendulum in the room rang twelve and the late Tuesday night turned into a Wednesday. “Happy Valentine’s I suppose. It is 14th, isn’t it?” He raised his glass as if to give a toast but nothing remotely intelligent got through the filter in his head. He luckily seemed to have that intact -or at least a part of it. He shook his head and lowered the glass. But he miscalculated the velocity he could use. The wine splashed from the glass quite successfully managing to soak the princess’s shirt. “Shit.”

[emxfck-blog]

Emilia wasn’t a big one for drinking, much less in unknown and strange company, however, for whatever reason unbeknownst to her, she’d actually taken the man up on his offer of wine. Wine drunk was a different kind of drunk than beer or liquor drunk. It made you complacent and sleepy. Em felt herself leaning farther and farther back into her armchair as they talked. Vasyl had brought up art, and she’d been unable to keep herself from contributing to the discussion, pointing out several technical things he often missed in his criticisms of the art on the wall. Another glass later, and they were talking about art in the abstract now. 

Her eyes moved up to the glass that he was holding, evaluating the red shade of the wine. Somewhere between rose and brick red, dark but not purple enough. Certainly not scarlet. As the clock chimed midnight, Emilia barely reacted. Valentine’s Day. Yet another one come and she was still just as lonely on the occasion as ever. This year, she was engaged, but everyone knew her fiance was dating someone else. The thought of another lonely Valentine’s Day would have depressed her if she’d been in the right state of mind, but she wasn’t. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass in a fake toast before downing the rest of her glass. Vasyl lowered his glass and the wine splashed out, soaking Emilia’s white shirt. 

Instead of being mad, her immediate reaction was to laugh. “Well now it’s not red anymore.” She glanced down at her top. “It’s definitely a red-violet now, don’t you think?” Em turned, grinning at the man in the chair beside her. “More wine?”

[emxfck-blog]

[daydrcamings-deactivated2023111]

“Hey… How do you feel about keeping me company? We can watch a movie or something, I just really don’t want to be alone.”

[emxfck-blog]

Em nodded slowly, moving to take a seat next to the girl. “What kind of movie did you have in mind?” she asked, crossing her legs and tucking them underneath her on the sofa. “Are you alright? I mean, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but we can if you want to and--” Emilia stopped, realizing she was rambling. 

[noraprince-blog1]

     “not a whole lot –” she confessed, “when i find myself bored i normally pick up a pencil just to give me something to do. i’m not much of a fan of sitting there doing nothing, it drives me insane.”

[emxfck-blog]

She nodded, knowing the feeling all too well. “Yeah, I like to be doing something. I.. I wasn’t allowed to go out a lot as a kid, so I took up sketching as a way to keep from being bored.” Em offered the girl a small smile. “Guess it came in handy once they sent me off here.”

[erinaalthani-blog]

“It’s only dangerous is they know who you are. I mean just look at us, two very normal girls just having a stroll down the street without any type of security. Body guards are a dead give away, you and I are blending in right now. We’ll be fine.”

[emxfck-blog]

“I....I guess you’re right,” Emilia mumbled, reluctantly trudging behind Erina. It was exciting to be outside of the castle walls, something she’d dreamed of constantly while she was younger, but now it was terrifying. Em wanted nothing more than to be curled up in her bed with a book and a cup of tea. “Where are we going anyway?”

[katielexiesbox]