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@isabellestuart-blog
it was three in the morning and the entire hotel was a sleep. the only roaming soul on the hallways was isabelle. she had been wandering down the whole building in the past few hours. nightmares had always been a problem for her. she opened the balcony door, looking for some fresh air. she noticed somebody was there but she didn’t say a thing. isabelle stepped forward and leaned a little over the balcony, glancing at the gardens.
laylabahiti:
she was frozen in place, hands cupped around the mug of now lukewarm coffee. layla looked up with widened eyes, any chance of relaxation gone now. isabelle was high on her list of people she definitely did not want reading her journal. “y-you cannot tell anyone, p-please.” it was a long shot that the other would even listen to layla, but she had to try. she wasn’t sure what isabelle had read or if it was one giant bluff to get layla to panic, and if that was the case it was working. “why would you r-read it? i n-need it back, it is personal.”
“whether i will tell or not, that’s for me to decide.” she teased. layla’s eyes were filled with fear and isabelle was now asking herself what did she miss in that journal of hers. it was boring and she closed it soon after she began reading. she was just messing with layla’s head but there must be something after all. she’ll have to find out some other way. “why are you so afraid that your secret will be spilled out, darling?”
I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is…unapologetically who they are.
Don Cheadle (via thequotejournals)
wcndcr:
his brows furrow, almost comically offended. ❛ i wasn’t whispering. can’t a man take a walk and eat rare tangerines without accusation? ❜ his eyes narrow at her as he sucks one effortlessly into his mouth. a brow perks as he offers her the other. ❛ jag vet att du är engelska. how come i haven’t seen you before? ❜
isabelle accepted the fruit and chuckled. “of course you were not.” she shaked her head a little. “maybe i didn’t want to be seen.”
sebastiandavenport:
Bash watched as the got more and more annoyed by the conversation. Leaning back against a surface in his suit he fought back the amused look on his face. “Oh you have, have you?” He asked raising a brow, “are they making you scream like I know you can?”
“sebastian, where are your manners? this is not how you talk to a lady.” isabelle mocked him. “i will not answer to that. i don’t want to burst your bubble and tell you that i’ve had better.”
laylabahiti:
@isabellestuart
still unnerved from the past week’s events, layla found herself in the kitchen with a pot of coffee going. she needed to get out of her room—she needed to get out in general—but insecurity kept her from doing anything. she still hadn’t the slightest idea if someone had read her missing journal, but it was only a matter of time. it’d probably help if layla quit avoiding others just in case. noticing the other approaching her, layla couldn’t misread the look on isabelle’s face. they couldn’t seem to get along, for whatever reason, and both of them knew who was the weaker of the two; layla couldn’t hide that even if she tried. once she had her cup filled, layla bowed her head slightly. “i-i was just leaving.”
isabelle was bored and she needed something to entertain her. or someone. she was wandering around the hallways when she decided to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen. she noticed somebody was there and she arched a brow as she approached the other. her curious look quickly changed into a satisfied one when she recognized the princess. this was going to be entertaining. “layla, layla, layla.” isabelle licked both of her lips, flashing a daring smile. “i guess innocent layla is not so innocent at all, huh?” the girl was already horrified and confused but isabelle was not planning to stop anytime soon. “you have a lot of interesting secrets written in that diary of yours. oh, i shouldn’t have read it. oops, my mistake.”
send me a song that reminds you of my muse.
with you, i tasted, both the war and peace.
commas-sins-and-the-fall (via priinceling)
wcndcr:
❛ do i? ❜ it’s a noncommittal, careless question — a rhetoric to his mind, attention instead on peeling the citrus in his hand, ❛ admit more things then, ❜ he lifts his gaze, mischief written in the way his lip curves, ❛ i do enjoy those judgy little eyes of yours and the lovely sound of your voice accusing me sneaking, i have done no such thing. ❜
“then how do you call silently walking behind somebody’s back and whispering in their year all of a sudden? i call that sneaking, ers nåd.” isabelle was pretty good at foreign languages and she had a feeling that by talking in his native language she will please the swede.
wcndcr:
his eyes narrow at her name, but he makes no comment. the amusement on the other hand still resides in his boyish features as he angles his torso away slightly, having spotted his prize. ❛ do you always talk to yourself alone in gardens isabelle? you must be an expert at staying inside your mind, just leaves me to wonder. ❜ he reaches for the bush and extricates the small orange fruit, pausing just to flash her a grin. ❛ anton bernadotte. sweden. ❜
“i have to admit you have a weird way to meet new people, anton bernadotte.” isabelle gave him a light smile, finally calming herself down. “but no. i don’t usually talk to myself and last time i checked, my mental health was fine. do you usually sneak behind people and scare them?”
wcndcr:
❛ well i am out. my mind however, that’s unlikely, thank you for asking, ❜ amusement dances freely in his eyes, lip upturned, but he doesn’t quite step away very much, preferring instead to watch as she stills herself into submission. ❛ i haven’t even started laughing yet. ❜ this much is true, doesn’t mean he won’t. and he does now, amusement giving way to chuckling, chuckling giving way to quiet laughter. ❛ who are you? ❜
she did not recognize him but she believed he was a royal. “i’m isabelle stuart. who are you?” she raised both of her brows, waiting for an answer. her heart was still beating like crazy. she was not used to people scaring her.
brucemacalpin:
Bruce just raised his eyebrow as he heard the young lady’s voice and the words that came out of her mouth. “Looks like someone is having a bad day.”
“bad day? more like a bad life.” isabelle sighed. “can this stupid war stop already? i hate seeing all these faces around me every single day.”
dianaaalbrecht:
Diana was just digging out her cigarettes when she heard someone talking to her. Then she lazily looked at who talked to her and when she saw who it was it made her automatically roll her eyes. It was obvious that Isabelle didn’t notice who she was talking to or either she wouldn’t have even started. She and the young duchess weren’t on good terms. Sure they tolerated each other, but that’s it. “You know. You shouldn’t be always so negative, Bell. It’s not good for you. Frowning makes you look older than you already are and that’s not what we want, do we?”
isabelle heard diana’s voice and arched one of her brows. “oh, look. it’s the fallen princess.” she said with a fake smile. the two of them never got along pretty well but at least diana was slightly better than any other women who hated her. “twenty-one is not that bad, you have to admit it.”
xuepuren:
“You’re selling us a bit short,” Xue replied with her jaw clenched. She was starting to realize what kind of a person she had started a conversation with: vain and proud. “It’s hard to be interesting and well-behaved, but most do fine. I’d say most have a way with words that should keep anyone entertained for a longer period of time.”
“i don’t think i can put you in the same category.” isabelle was analysing the woman. she had a killer gaze and there was definitely something in that head of hers. “i can’t say i met too many royals that would fit with your words. things would’ve been different then. i’m isabelle. duchess of cambridge.”
beatrizcmalmeida:
“dumb and deaf?” bea retorted, a single brow arching. “do the rest of us a favour and add mute to your ever growing list, would you?” an incredulous expression mixed with underlying amusement graced her features as the other responded. “proves my previous point —- you clearly don’t know much. i don’t work for you. i work for the princess of denmark — not a duchess.”
“listen, mrs. whatever-your-name-is. i don’t care about you or your opinion. as long as you are a staff member, i am pretty sure that you have to be polite to everybody.” she glared at the girl. “i don’t think i’ve asked you anything in the worst place. now do me a favour and keep that mouth shut.”
xsui:
“I didn’t realize it was,” Sui replied, trying to keep herself from glaring at the girl. Most of the time, Sui handled less favorable comments she heard with grace, or at least, professionalism, but something about the other girl’s remark rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was because it implied she thought she was smarter than everyone else here, or maybe it was because ‘this place’ happened to be Sui’s home country. Sui smiled, as if she was changing the subject. “If you ever need any help with the language, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“the language is not the problem. this place is. actually, let me rephrase that. some people here are the problem.” isabelle sighed, playing with one of her curls then tucking it behind her year. “you don’t seem to be like them though. have we met? i don’t think so.”
