dream of the stars

aislinn réiltín uí briúin ai || 22 || princess of ireland || artist

[irishflower-aislinn]

vincentwinsor‌:

Vincent gaped at her, “Don’t even joke about drawing me and not letting me hanging it on the fridge,” He scolded her, trying to hold himself like he should be ready to be a model at any moment. “I appreciate that. I’ve had to Michael a lot in your absence, poor bastard has really taken the brunt of it,” His words were only funny considering the fact that he obviously adored Michael. “Of course I missed you, I don’t know how we did anything without you. How did you like the wedding? I’m glad you came just in time to have an excuse to dress to the nines and get hammered.”

“aw but it’s so fun. especially when you act like that,” she teased him with a small laugh before shaking her head at his antics. “oh no. that’s just terrible. for everyone involved. sounds like i came around just in time,” she said playfully, rolling her eyes. “i missed you too. it was quite boring all by myself back at home.” with only her mother as company. “it was nice. except you know me. i didn’t get hammered,” she told him with a knowing look. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

catarinabraganca‌

“That’s the best part of having events at home,” that and being able to sneak of whenever things got too boring or she wanted some time for herself. Though she was the host, she wasn’t the center of attention and could easily sneak away for a few minutes. “That sounds good. I haven’t seen your mother in a while, be sure to send her my regards.”

aislinn nodded and smiled. “i agree,” she replied. she had always preferred having them in her own home. she knew all the best hiding places and secret ways. it was much easier to sneak away than in a place she wasn’t really very familiar with. “i will be sure to do so.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

mchaeleicn‌:

Michael found there table and pulled a chair out for Aislinn, “Yes, princess territory. It’s a pain but good people exist here too.” He couldn’t fully understand his sister’s reluctance. He didn’t always like being a royal but it was his job and Aislinn was second in line for the throne. She needed to get used to this. He smiled and sat down next to her, “Only a little.” 

aislinn thanked him before sliding into her chair. “you’re telling me. yeah i know, i know,” she said softly. aislinn knew that her reluctance was a pain to everyone. after her mother had been so hard on her about everything, aislinn was terrified of messing up. not to mention that she was far more comfortable with her art supplies. she gave him a small smile and shook her head. “such a big brother thing to do.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

catarinabraganca‌:

“I have an army of stylists and other people who would be able to fix it if needed, waiting upstairs,“ she chuckled. It wasn’t really a lie, she could easily go back to her room and change. “Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. How’s thing back home?“

“right. of course. that would make sense,” she said with a small chuckle of her own, a light blush dusting her cheeks. she offered a small smile and nodded. “of course. things are going fine from what i know.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

mchaeleicn‌:

Michael snorted and put an arm around her shoulder, “You just aren’t used to them. That’s why it’s good that you’re here. This sort of thing takes time. I don’t like them any more than you do but I had to learn to get used to them. You will too,” he said, hoping he was being reassuring. Aislinn hadn’t gotten out much, their mother was too over bearing. “You’ll get there. Oslo will be good for you. You’ll have no choice but to get some friends.”

aislinn leaned into him. her brother had always been her favorite person and he’d always known how to make her more comfortable. she groaned slightly. “princess territory and all that?” she asked with a knowing glance. she really didn’t want to get used to them. but she was more likely to do it for michael than her mother. “you’re just trying to push me out of my artsy comfort zone,” she half teased. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

tywysoges-g‌:

“obviously. we’re surrounded by elder royals that consistently ask “can you not wait for your day” and it’s available.” she offered up. “that and i think i’m going to need as much liquid courage as possible.”

“they must all have flocked to you because i haven’t had that many ask me that question yet,” she teased. “though i’m sure it’s coming at some point.” aislinn had never been much of a drinker if she was honest. “why what’s going on?”

[irishflower-aislinn]

oreideportugal‌:

Holding his hand up as he waved her to relax, “No no, it’s fine, really,” he needed a bit of a break from his thoughts. Reaching into one of the gift baskets cluttering the hallway to the door he handed her the bottle of Dom. “Enjoy your time tonight,” he gave her a smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Henrique de Braganca, and you are?”

aislinn offered a small smile and nodded at his response. the red head blinked slightly when he reached down to hand her a bottle of alcohol. “oh. well thank you,” she replied. she’d probably end up giving it to her brother but it was a kind gesture. “it’s lovely to meet you. i’m aislinn uí briúin ai.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

catarinabraganca‌:

Catarina gave the princess a reassuring smile and nodded her head, “don’t worry. Nothing is ruined and nothing is spilled. It’s as if the accident never happened.” She looked at her face before asking, “Aislinn, right? I’m glad you’re here, I hope you’re enjoying the wedding.”

aislinn relaxed slightly and returned the smile. “well i’m glad. it would have been quite awful if i had ruined something,” she replied. aislinn blinked before nodding. “yes. that’s me. thank you. it’s lovely,” she said politely. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

prycillvs‌:

            THERE’S  A  LOT  OF  PRESSURE  on  looking  your  best  when  you’re  a    royal    ,  which  is  why  cilla  tries  to  look  presentable  at  all  times  .  people    aspire    to  dress  the  way  that  you  do  so  they  feel  like  they’re  living  a    similar    life  ,  so  it’s  important  for  clothes  ,  hair  ,    everything    to  be  on  point  .    ❛    that’s  true  .  i  mean  ,  i  feel  like  i    could    design  but  it’s  a  sensitive  area  .    ❜    she  chuckles  ,    shrugging    her  shoulders  .    ❛    i  don’t  know  .  certain  designers  have  a    certain    style  ,  so  once  you  know  it  ,  it’s  easier  to  tell  .    ❜

aislinn had had the importance of appearances drilled into her head ever since she was a young girl. though it had never really taken like it had with others. she’d much rather be in her room with a messy bun and some overall shorts while she painted. unfortunately that wasn’t really possible. she nodded. “i don’t think i could do it. give me a landscape or someone’s face and i can draw or paint it all day long but trying to come up with an outfit? not my area,” she chuckled softly. “oh. well i suppose that does make sense. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

tywysoges-g‌:

“AISLINN HI!” She squealed as she recognized the other, moving to drunkenly give her a hug. Gwen was supposed to have been on her best behavior but she didn’t give a fuck… at least not while at a party. “Having fun?”

aislinn looked up and couldn’t help the genuine smile that tugged at her lips when she recognized her friend. she hugged her back, laughing softly at the other girl’s exuberance. “you’ve already been into the alcohol,” she teased. “i suppose.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

mchaeleicn‌:

Michael chuckled softly and patted her arm, “I’m in the same time zone, they want to get my attention while they can. I’ll tell it off for the rest of the night.” He said, looking out over the sea of tables to see where they were seated. “Yes, but by food, you must mean cake and whiskey. No reason to come to a wedding otherwise.” He was teasing of course. “Are you enjoying yourself? You know you don’t have to hang out with me the whole time.”

she rolled her eyes playfully. “i’m the one who wants you attention,” she teased. “good.” she looked out at the tables and sighed softly before turning her attention back to her brother. “of course. what else would i mean for you?” she asked with a soft laugh. “i suppose. you know these kinds of events were never really my forte. i always think i’m going to say or do the wrong thing,” she admitted. “what if i want to? and it’s not like i have a long line of friends begging for my attention.” 

[irishflower-aislinn]

prycillvs‌:

            SHE  LAUGHS  GENTLY  ,  IN  TRUTH  she  wishes  she  could  be  back  in  her    hotel  room    wearing  her  favourite  baby  pink  silk  night  gown  ,  in    company    with  her  books  or  her  painting  tools  .    ❛    thank  you  ,  too  .  the    designer    is  one  of  my  favourites  .    ❜    she  pulls  at  a  few    layers    of  the  dress    &    smiles  as  it  ripples  .  like  any  princess  should  ,  she  loves    dresses    &    the  way  they  seem  to  float  on  air  .    ❛    really    ?    that’s  okay  .  if  you    want    i  can  tell  you  everything  you  need  to    know    .  like  that  dress—    ❜    she  points  towards  a  bundle  of  lilac  that  passes  them  .    ❛    is    made    by  someone  called  alberta  ferretti  .  not  really  her  most    elegant    of  designs  ,  but  she  nailed  the  vintage  brief  .    ❜

aislinn would much rather be back in the hotel room snuggled in bed with her sketchbook. she had never really liked the huge events like that. she was always afraid to say or do something wrong. she was always adjusting her dresses, making sure they were right. she nodded. “it just always seemed stressful to be honest.” aislinn turned and looked to where the other was pointing and nodded. “how do you remember it all?” she asked curiously. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

rcmvncv‌:

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Alexei muttered wiping some of the spilled drink off his vest. Mild irritation showing on his face — directed at the liquid on his fingers rather than the girl. He felt so tired already. “Let’s hope you don’t break someone’s arm the next time.”

aislinn bit her lip. “i really should be more careful,” she muttered. she was going to go find a corner and just stay there. she winced slightly and nodded. “i think i’m just going to find a place against the wall and just stay there.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

catarinabraganca‌:

Catarina groaned slightly at the impact and pursed her lips, looking down at her dress to make sure it hadn’t been ruined. The last thing she needed right now was a drink spilled on her dress or for it to rip. She looked up at the person she had bumped into and her expression softened, “it’s okay. Nothing was ruined. Are you okay?”

aislinn was nervous that she had messed someone’s dress up. she didn’t want to be that person. her mother would pull her back to ireland by her bright hair. she winced slightly when she saw the other’s expression but relaxed a bit when she saw the other soften. “are you sure? i’m so sorry. yeah. i’m just too clumsy for my own good. especially in heels.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

oreideportugal‌:

So many people had been in and out of his and Cat’s room, though Cat had long since gone to see to Biel that the King hardly thought a second time before answering the door himself. True, probably wasn’t the smartest considering the political climate and amount of people there…but he wasn’t ready to go running and hiding on the day of his son’s wedding. What, or who, he saw was neither family member nor friend. “Pardon?” He asked looking at her confused. 

aislinn’s blush deepened slightly and shook her head. “i got turned around. sorry i was looking for my brother’s room,” she said hurriedly, backing up slightly. “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”

[irishflower-aislinn]

giorxcci‌:

“Makes two of us, truly. You’re the youngest Irish heir, yes?” Michael didn’t mention his sister’s arrival but they hadn’t spoken much in the last few days anyways. “Really? I’m a bit jealous. I can’t stay in one spot for too long without growing bored or risk offending someone.” Whichever came first and fastest. More likely the latter. “The palace is well guarded this evening but there’s a few hidden rooms with fantastic art if you’re in search of a real escape.” That is, if she wanted to stand in one place with a substantially better view.

aislinn nodded with a small smile. “i’m aislinn,” she replied. she let out a small chuckle. “well obviously i can’t either. i did bump into you while moving. i’m just glad that didn’t offend. but i understand that. i usually feel like i say the wrong things.” she usually tended to just not speak to people she didn’t know if it could be avoided for that really. her eyes and smile brightened. “you had me at art,” she told him, slightly excited. 

[irishflower-aislinn]

giorxcci‌:

She stopped Gio in his tracks towards Stella. His mother donned a scornful glance at the flute in hand, overflowing with rosé. One he poured himself.  Although, their collision didn’t anger him. It was bound to happen with a large crowd.  “No need to apologize.” Gio glanced down at his shoes before returning his gaze to Aislinn, “these balmorals will live to see another day.” Preferably a polisher before their next use. “Can’t say the same for my drink. Where are you skipping off to?”

aislinn gave a sheepish expression. “still. i know i really need to be more careful and everything,” she replied, looking down at the ground. “well at least that’s good news,” she said softly. “oh. just wandering around i guess. i’d been in that spot for awhile,” she answered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.