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out of dreams: WOW okay so I haven't had a computer in like 2 weeks and I kind of forgot to drop a hiatus notice over here. Whoops! I still around, friends, but you won't see me active on this or any of my accounts until next Friday, when I get my new laptop for school. Thank you for your patience, and thanks for sticking around!!

#outofdreams;

arulerdidappear

Elsa had a poor imagination.

Oh, she could conjure up elaborate palaces of ice and an entire army of snow people and each would be different than the last—that was different, that was something that was hers and hers alone, and she was unsurprised that the ice that burst forth from her fingertips when she was creating was as different each time as every single snowflake that fell from the sky—

But the fact remained that there were a lot of things Elsa had never done, there was only so much you could do when you kept to your room, and some things—well, she couldn’t so much as imagine doing them.

Dancing, for one. At her coronation, it had seemed shamefully easy to excuse herself. I don’t dance; she had never learned, unless you counted leaping across her room in an attempt to recreate the graceful moves of ballet dancers she’d admired as a child. She’d seen Weselton dance, too, and maybe that would have counted in his book, but Elsa wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. Even now, when she was learning to dance from various tutors, she was shy, and it was the done thing to wear gloves at a ball, and Elsa was embarrassed not to know any of the dances here.

It’s warmer than I thought, quipped a voice in her head, light and loving. Anna: how she longed for her little sister at her side right now.

The air that rushed into her lungs when she slipped out onto the balcony was light as a cloud, cool as a drink of water. The Queen of Arendelle hadn’t realized how stifling the ballroom felt until now; she breathed as deeply as her corset allowed, like a fish that’d been flopping weakly on land, and felt her very veins tingle with the relief of cold.

That was before she saw her. The immaculate dress, the hair that reminded Elsa of her sister, the ring on one hand that shone in the light from indoors.

”Your Highness—!” Elsa swiftly curtsied. “I congratulated you earlier, but I didn’t get to say how sorry I was that I missed your wedding.”

Marriage, that was another thing that Elsa could not imagine.

gentlecinderella

She spun about, and her dress practically shimmered under moonlight and the warm glows that shafted across the marble of the balcony floors, cut by both of their feminine shadows. With an effortless grace she dipped just as fluidly in to a curtsy of her own, speaking when as she rose back to full height, "Oh, thank you. That's so kind of you to say -- your Majesty."

If Cinderella was being truthful, which she nearly always was, she wouldn't have remembered if the other royal had attended her wedding or not, even if she was wearing some bulbous gown of vermilion that would have stuck in anyone's memory. So much of that beautiful day had been reduced to hazy, dream-like memory, with only short splices of clarity in between.

Having been nothing but a sorry dish maid mere weeks ago, to be called your highness by anyone was jarring, but the feeling was even more potent when it came from a Queen, and with all of her grace Cinderella found herself smiling quite meekly, her hands clasping politely in front of her bodice, feeling plainly intimidated. She possessed a simple elegance that was impossible to duplicate - no matter how desperately her heinous step-sisters may have wanted to, privately - but she wasn't vapid; she was becoming increasingly more aware of her newfound responsibilities as Crown-Princess, and they filled her with as much excitement as they did a vague dread, and yet --- there was Queen Elsa. Precisely her own age. A ruler. How could Cinderella not feel small?

"I'm sorry that we haven't been better acquainted," she said genuinely.

#v:everafter;#arulerdidappear

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Oops, too much Bee Gees while drawing

#fan art;#[ i cant. ]

outofdreams; so between prom and life and forgetting the email to this account and a thousand other things I poofed for a few days but here I am. Hoping to reply to a few things; I'd like to focus more on paras. Chats are getting tiring.

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#outofdreams;#tbd;

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#songs;#so this is love;

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“——ahh, take a big ol’ whiff of that, kiddo. Nothing beats the smell of a man’s hard day at work.”

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"—Oh yes, I can only imagine. Now I would like to know where exactly you've dragged me off to, monsieur."

#flynrder #v:undetermined;#[ makes noises hi ]

[ Rodel Gonzalez ]

#cinderella #artwork;#[ do not remove artist credit i s2g ]

gentlecinderella

It had occurred to Cinderella sometime during that night’s ball that this was, in fact, not a dream. It had been weeks since she had married — though it felt more like days — and yet, when she gazed about the glittering scene she had to convince herself that the waltz she heard was plucked on real musical strings and the shimmering tiara upon her head had weight and a density to it and, in all, this new life of hers was a final, tangible reality rather than the hazy daydreams of a dish maid.

Still, as blissfully happy as she was, Cinderella decided to take a rare moment for herself. She slipped from the side of her Prince with the promise of returning soon and maneuvered herself quite carefully through the glimmering crowd, finally finding s o l a c e in the form of an apparently empty balcony. She closed her eyes against the cool night and a smile pulled gently at peach-colored lips but when footsteps sounded behind her the look turned confused.

She opened her eyes.

#open;#( mutuals please )#v:everafter;

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#artwork;

madmoibelle-blog

[ open starter ]

— “I could go for a some t e a. Would you like a cup?”

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"Oh, I would love a cup, if you wouldn't mind."

#v:everafter;#madmoibelle

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gentlecinderella started following you

“Do you think flying would be a difficult task?”

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"Well I imagine it would be harder than walking," Cinderella replied, smiling privately. "But perhaps not once you got the hang of it."

#wxndybird #v:undetermined;

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spare crumbs

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Oh my…

Mrs. Brisby clasped her hands together and gasped. The food piled before her enough to last her and her family for a week, likely more with how little Cynthia and Timothy ate. Better yet, she wasn’t stealing it.

"Oh, bless you," she said, turning her attention back to Cinderella. "Thank you so very, very much…"

"This is more than enough."

gentlecinderella

Cinderella's heart had filled with a warm, fluttering warmth, and the feeling was enough to make her hands clasp together and rest over her own chest, a smile pulling at her lips. Moments like these surely made everything - her miserable life with the Tremaines, the day-to-day life of servitude in her own childhood home forced upon her - surely helping this little mouse made it all worth it.

"Oh there's no need to thank me," Cinderella softly replied. "You'll be needing help getting all of that home, won't you?"

#spare crumbs;#bravemrsbrisby

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. . . if you keep on believing

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