gotta look for my brain.

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ofcrwns‌:

rémy shrugged. “i’m just chilling, really. there’s minimal support for curling around these parts. and justice wanted me to tag along since there’s canadian boogeymen in the vicinity.” he ran a finger over the rim of his glass. “but kaia’s here. so who knows how long i’ll stick around.”

“boogeymen?” she raises an eyebrow. “now i could read that in many different ways but i think the best is for you to clarify just what exactly constitutes as a boogeyman  to you and justice.” the amusement wavers when he hears mention of the ex. an ex he is, in fact, good friends with. “that’s a shame. if it makes you feel better, my ex is here as well, and we keep running into each other, and each time we leave worse off than we were the last time.”

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gldenthorns‌:

the words on her outfit made olivia look down, a cozy white sweater, torn up jeans and brown boots; an outfit she was proud of for the moment until she walked in. doubt seeping through that maybe her outfit wasn’t on par — maybe it was actually a disaster. or maybe estelle meant that in a good way. yeah, she’s going to keep thinking that. “ thank you, stell! i love your dress, you’re going to have to tell me where you got it. ” despite the lingering doubts, olivia still had a wide grin on her face — thrilled to be spending some time with a friend. she took her spot, grabbing the drink from estelle once it’s poured. “ ummm, it’s been downright boring. i had a few friends bail on me this week which absolutely blows but like having tea with you? absolute highlight of my week. ”

it certainly wasn’t what she expected most to be wearing when they showed up to tea. yes, she did expect most to be on the same par as her in terms of attire. olivia certainly wasn’t that. but that was her choice, and one she’d respect. until she was gone, of course, then she’d make sure everyone else knew what a poor choice she made. “well i’m glad my company could make it better.” she hums, putting the kettle back down. “and glad to hear i’m your highlight. as i should be, frankly.”

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rcsula‌:

          “   i know how to read a room — or at least i thought i did.   ”  nolan’s brow had furrowed & he was trying to make sense of what fraser said. he wasn’t trying to figure out all of scotland’s secrets when it came to their family but he was just trying to see why the two didn’t at least talk.  “   but family is family, is it not ? there should be forgiveness on both sides.   ”

“sure. maybe you can. who am i to say?” he shrugs. at this point, the questions keep getting more and more naive. what is he supposed to say? yeah, our relationship is shit, i totally ruined his life. as much as he didn’t care, he also didn’t care to bring all that up. “sure. there should be. no one says that’s gonna happen for sure though.” 

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rcsula‌:

          “   OH ——-   ”  was all that came out of nolan’s mouth. perhaps the topic of the younger brother was a touchy topic, but the young prince couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.  “   if you both like to drink why not drink together ? — is there like.. a reason ? or am i prying too much into this ?   ”  nolan knew why he was pestering - it was in hopes of restoring his relationship with his own brother. 

“you really don’t know how to read a room, huh?” fraser snorts, tipping his glass back and finishing the rest of it. “but hey, you wanna know, who am i to stop you from learning about all our dirty laundry. kind of ruins a brotherly relationships when you force him to take your crown, yeah? not like we’re two chums wandering the streets together.”

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ofcrwns‌:

“my ex girlfriend is in town,” he moaned miserably. rémy covered his face dramatically, letting his head hang off the back of his chair. “whatever will make me forget this terrible pit in my stomach. she yelled at me, essie. it was awful.”

“oh no,” she felt a flutter of excitement rile up in her chest and she stood from her seat, moving her gown out of the way to sit beside remy on the seat. “who’s this dreaded ex? so i know to avoid her at all costs.” she knew that was the last thing she was going to do but he didn’t have to know that. “well, i can certainly get you a drink that can help.” she sets her glass on the small table, grabbing one of the bottles kept under. “maybe we’ll just go straight for scotch.” she ponders, pouring some in a teacup. “here you go.”

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alcsdair‌:

          “  yeah they’re pretty shit,  ”    he said,    “  and yeah you look pretty shit as well.  ”    it’s true their parents never really sounded like they cared for them. while al always felt like they were pretty bad on him, fraser had worse. when the weight of the crown started getting heavier and heavier he put a lot of the blame on fraser for dropping it all on him but he understood why he did what he did. a part of alasdair still blamed him for his situation, but he started getting more worried for the older’s wellbeing than feeling spiteful.    “  look, i understand if you don’t want to talk to me about what’s going on up there, but you shouldn’t keep all that bottled up,  ”    ironic, coming from the quieter of the two.

“thank you for the kind words.” he mutters, looking down at his glass. he and alasdair never had the close brotherly relationship that other brothers might. it was like being from two planets. except those two planets had the same tyrannical leaders. “i’m not keeping it bottled up,” he shakes his head. “i’m drowning it out. obviously.” he’s not addressing what it is and he’d rather not. “your brotherly obligation does not mean you have to give me another half-ass lecture.” he rolls his eyes. it’s not like alasdair has challenged fraser’s problems the entirety of the 15 years he’s had them.

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laduchesse‌:

“Quite a bit on skis, actually.” Celeste shrugged her shoulders. From the woman’s tone, posture, and word choice, she doubted that the queen cared for an answer. “Different textures, whether it’s more ice or powder. Also, fresh snow is hands down better in any capacity than that which has been sitting on the ground for days.”

“i see,” she says, her tone suggesting that this was not riveting information in the slightest. she blows on her tea, holding the cup close to her face. “well then i supposed you will have to go and find out for yourself. i haven't the slightest clue, nor do i care to compare and contrast snow textures.”

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gxldlxghts‌:

there’s something hopeful in the way antonia looks at him; waiting to see if he’s a man of his word, waiting to see if he still wants her like he’s said. as his touch parts from her hand, her fingers curl into the front of his coat to pull him closer. she leans into him helplessly as he guides the angle of her face, but the first tender kiss isn’t enough for her. it isn’t even close. her grip on the front of his coat moves to his collar, tugging him closer so his lips can better meet his as she kisses him back with bruising need.

he wishes this wasn’t in the dead of cold winter. where she wasn’t wrapped in so many clothes and he couldn’t feel their bodies so close. but he was taking what he could from her lips. kissing her hard and deep to make up for the time he hadn’t felt her. it was still so familiar. she kissed him the same, gripped his body the same. his hand moves to tangle in the back of her hair, holding her in place as their kiss grows more frantic.

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dsappointments‌:

though everyone saw her as an oblivious child, there were some things she caught onto easily when it came to her friends. as much as fraser tried to hide things from her, she wasn’t lost to the rumors that circled around about him. pointing a finger at him, she narrows his eyes. “fraser mccormack, don’t you dare lie to me.” she replies, jabbing it against his chest lightly. she figures if he wants to talk about it, however, he would, so she opts for something else instead. “are we drinking or doing other things to distract ourselves today?”

it’s nice that she’s not pressing. not digging through him only to find a horrid nest that no one would ever know what to do with. he chuckles, “we can do all the things to distract ourselves. frankly, doing everything sounds way more interesting.” he wraps an arm around her. “where shall we start? it’s all up to you, i make none of the choices this evening. i am only along for the ride.”

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regalitytm‌:

@frcscrs

it wasn’t how she envisioned her night reaching a close, back slumped against the chapel’s rough stone walls, a physical reminder of the strength of the masses and their undying faith. initially, anastasia had intended to rekindle her flame with the omnipresent deity. it wasn’t long before her hopes had formed nothing more than a pool of regret in the confines of her brain, as she carefully retrieved multiple bottles of sacramental wine, held them under her arms and commenced her drinking outside. as she placed her favorite tiny e-cigarette into her mouth, the sound of mischief rang through her ears, forcing her to tentatively step forward for a clearer view of the culprit, immediately reeling her eyes once she realized. “ fraser ! just where have you been hiding ? hopefully somewhere with better wine ! this tastes like tires. ” she admitted then. “ if you’re here, you might as well make use of confessional. ” anastasia pointed an index finger in his direction, reaching closer to lightly poke the center of his chest, then, brought the wine bottle up to the surrounding moonlight, a poor attempt to decipher how much liquor remained. 

drunk & high off his ass, fraser was stumbling through the city, looking for his next place to reside in for hours to come. however, his brain was mulling and he was digging himself deeper and deeper into though as he walked down the sidewalks of genovia’s small town. all he wanted was some peace. to have the loud noise in his mind stop for a goddamn second so he could just be free. he saw a chapel coming up, and decided why the fuck not. church stopped mattering after boarding school. he’s done more sinful things in a chapel than he has spent time praying. seemed ironic now to try and use god’s place to help him, when he did nothing but disrespect it in his youth. seeing stas when he walked in was a lovely surprise, his eyebrows raising. maybe the big guy was up there helping him out with this gift. “i have--...” he cuts himself off, reaching into his inside pocket to pull out a mints tin, tossing it to her. “there’s a few different goodies in there. no liquor, unfortunately.” she slumps down beside her, taking the bottle of wine. “what a funny place to be.” he slurs.

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“welcome to tea.” she says with a light voice, seeing olivia step into the room. estelle looks over her carefully, tipping her head back slightly and humming. “interesting choice of attire.” she says, a passing thought. estelle on the other hand, never passing the opportunity to wear a full gown on a tuesday afternoon. “sit.” she wont address it further, the light chatter of others in the room filling the space, her hands delicately pouring olivia her own glass. “tell me about your week. hope everything is well.”

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laduchesse‌:

She had found a quaint little coffee shop with windows allowing a perfect view of the mountains- ever since setting eyes on them, Celeste had been itching to be on them, to see the world from above. “Do you know if Genovian snow is as good as they say?” She questioned.

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estelle, who was already unamused, rolls her eyes and sips her tea, holding it in both hands, only to flinch when it touched her tongue--- much too hot. she shakes her head, coming back to the conversation at hand. “it’s fucking snow.” she shrugs. “it comes form the clouds and melts when the sun’s out. what difference could it really make?” 

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> @ofcrwns​   /   is there a dance studio? idk there is now tho

she couldn’t spend every hour of her day sitting around and receiving all the gossip. she can to work off the tiny sandwiches she keeps eating. so taking a break from her activities, she headed down to the studio, already dressed and stretched and ready for her routine. but she came to find she wasn’t alone, seeing the room was empty all but one person. elegant, beautiful, she’d seen honora before. she was no stranger. it was intriguing. of course, a princess who dances is far from original and far from captivating. the only thing to reel estelle back in was if she killed a man.

but regardless, she inched her way forward, watching her closely. it had been a bit too long before she made herself known. “you have great legs.”

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ofcrwns‌:

@frcscrs​

remy for estelle

remy was feeling restless, and a little bit like brooding and pouting for no reason. well– there was a reason, but he didn’t want to admit it. just seeing kaia was enough to send him into nervous sweats, even though he knew that he had no leg to stand on when it came to being uncomfortable in her presence. 

remy laid down on the chaise lounge opposite estelle and sighed dramatically. “i require something to drink.”

estelle had been enjoying herself a romance novel and eating delicate fruits form her plate. didn’t matter the hour, she was quite fond of snacks. preferred them to meals, always. when remy had found himself in her presense, she looked up, her attention wavered from the steamy material on the pages.

“do you now?” it’s close to a coo, but not quite. “would you like tea? or are you suggesting something with more kick.” she’s wearing a long gown, since she never wants to appear in any way other than elegant and beautiful. 

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rcsula‌:

( starter called by @frcscrs​ )

          “   i didn’t know you & your brother were so alike.   ”  of course that had to be the first thing nolan asked the older mccormack. he always felt somewhat off when he spoke to fraser, something about him reminded nolan of his brother & that wasn’t exactly always a good thing.  “   the first chance he got he took me out drinking. — do you two go out drinking together often ?   ”

fraser’s face cringed at the comment, not really sure how to address the matter. he never considered himself to be alive to his brother in any regard. he was quite confident they were on opposite ends of the spectrum. “we don’t.” he says simply. if alasdair does his share of partying, it doesn’t happen with him.

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> @ofcrwns​   /   bar & lounge

there were many people fraser liked. he was pretty easy to get along with. but he and remy have known each other a long while, and he always had a soft spot for him. they were two wild lads and he always loved the companionship in partying. so as he sat back in the comfortable seat, drink he hand, he looked over to his friend. “so you doing all that training business here? or just found out i was here and decided to join along?”

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alcsdair‌:

alasdair took a deep breath.    “   look, i know i sound like mum and dad but i’m just worried for you,   ”    he said, sitting on the bar stool beside fraser,    “   is something wrong? you’ve been awfully silent lately and it’s honestly pretty discomforting not hearing you make fun of me.   ”

fraser rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “well you don’t sound like them, you just said you’re worried.” they never said such loving things in regards to his well-being. “do i seem worse than i usually am?” he wasn’t sure. sure, his body was falling apart and fraser was trying actively to remain numb for as long as he could.