querida;

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👻 something they’re afraid of

👻 something they’re afraid of !

Isela has aichmophobia specific to needles. She doesn’t have tattoos for this reason (and religious reasons) and she can’t go to the doctor for vaccines or blood work alone because she passes out on site. Madlena has gone with her plenty of times to complete these tasks, something that Isela is grateful for.

[iseladlc]

hike ( madlena. )

Hike ft. @madlenakovacic !

"Are you sure you're doing okay?" Despite protests from the princess, Isela continued to assure that their outing wasn't agitating her health conditions. The sun was shining and it was perfect day to explore past the palace walls. Luckily, Madlena had agreed to join her on the condition that the second she felt off, they'd head back. She expected the slightly irked 'yes' and smiled with amusement at Madlenas response and determination to follow through with the activity that was planned on a whim. "You know I'm just looking out for you. I'm a worrier, it's in my nature." Since she could comprehend what worrying was, she did. It came from her mothers tendency to do the same and while it was good trait to her, it may not have been to those around her. That was of no concern now though, they'd reached an overlook and the sight was like something out of a storybook. Nature was one of the places Isela felt at peace and she was happy whenever she could share that appreciation with Madlena, whom she knew needed a breath of fresh air every once in a while.

"I'm glad you asked me to come here. I know I haven't gotten to the point of boredom yet, but I've had the best time so far. Everyone is so welcoming and look at what we're surrounded by. It's nearly perfect." She had no idea what was in store for her future there. All she cared about was the moment and enjoying it with one of her dearest friends. The lonely feeling she felt when she thought of home was almost instantly remedied by the Croatians quips and quirks and she couldn't have been more thankful. "Do you feel like going any further? I heard about this beautiful overlook a mile east from here and I've been dying to check it out."

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👹 someone they’re afraid of

😳 an embarassing moment

💔 a former lover

✋ a former friend

🚑 a bad injury

💀 a near death experience

🔪 a time they felt betrayed

🗡️ a time they hurt someone

🤡 a nightmare

💭 their weirdest dream

😔 something they’d change about themselves

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Autumn Inspired Ask Meme

[warofroyalsrpg]

Leaves: For a drabble of our muses playing in a pile of leaves

Movie: For a drabble of our muses watching a scary movie

Hayride: For a drabble of our muses on a haunted hayride

Costume: For a drabble of our muses getting ready for a costume party

Masquerade: For a drabble of our muses at a costume party

Pumpkin: For a drabble of our muses going pumpkin picking

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Pumpkin Spice: For a drabble of our muses baking fall treats

Hike: For a drabble of our muses going for a hike

Camping: For a drabble of our muses going camping

Maze: For a drabble of our muses going to a corn maze (Haunted corn maze optional)

Haunted: For a drabble of our muses going on a haunted walking tour

[iseladlc]

☽ = wandering alone at night (Matty, Sarika, Gio, Alexi, or Keo)

☽ = @giodmarco wandering alone at night !

It was by pure chance that Isela had made the turn onto the pathway. She had no particular place she was going, but this aimlessness had led her to being s ways behind Gio. She could have called out to her friend and joined him on his stroll. Maybe he had somewhere to be and her wandering could have a meaning. Instead she chose to step as lightly as possible, entire body tensing as she tried her best to remain silent. A stupid grin was plastered across tight lips, amused by her own effort to hold in a laugh. She was never any good at being sneaky, but she surprised herself by making it to just a few inches behind him. That was when she gave herself away. Between chuckles and a barely audible ‘boo!’ she placed her hands on Gio’s shoulders and moved beside him. “And where could you possibly be headed at at this hour?” The question finally passed through upturned lips after the laughter subsided. She was sure he’d give her some sort of half-truth but she could live with that. At least she wouldn’t have to wander the grounds alone.

[musingisms]

“I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.”

— Conor Oberst (via lettyrps)

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Alexa Demie

[iseladlc]

--- ☆ Vidar

“Alright,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the little game she managed to make this, too bad Vidar wouldn’t play fair. If only she’d be able to take that as a warning. “One…” he counted out loud. The expected number to follow of course being two was replaced with, “three,” and the Swede quickly lowering himself to take a seat on the damp grass. That one he didn’t know about….Still, he pulled the brunette down with him in the process, she could suffer the damp grass with him. “Should have gotten a blanket,” he noted with a slight grimace as Vidar shifted around to find some sort of comfortable position. It was only then that he released his grip on her hand and placed his palms against the wet grass behind him with his body leaning back against his arms that kept his torso propped with his legs crossed at the ankles. “We can change later.” The comment came with ease, maybe a bit of a shock to Isela but unbeknownst to her nothing that had happened was by chance. Vidar hadn’t been wandering aimlessly in the gardens, nor did he have any desire to cloud watch. But here he was…here they were and the entire evening ahead of them. “First one to find one shaped like…a horse gets to try it first,” Vidar patted the pocket of his jacket where the outline of a flask could be seen. He could see the confusion set in, or was the curiosity? The way her features contorted and dark brown eyes filled with wonder. 

God, she was naïve. 

“I met this woman who said it was samogon.” Vidar gave a slight raise of his brows as if to further entice her interest behind the Russian moonshine story. “I thought we could try it for the first time together.” The reality wasn’t as fun of a tale of how he managed to get it, but that didn’t seem to matter. Not with the tight lipped smile that he offered her way. Trust me. “What do you think?”

Isela wasn't prepared for his sudden change in number, eyes widening as a squeak escaped her lips. Between the dew that covered the grass and her abrupt meeting with the ground, she was shocked to say the least. Not that it was bad, it actually gave her the tiniest rush and she laughed a bit, nodding her head at his observation. "Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. It could be worse, though. A little water never hurt." The hand that was freed when he propped himself up was now running over the blades that sat beneath them. The focus that was once on the greenery now shifted to him. Of course they would change, certainly nowhere near each other. "Well, yeah. I’m planning on going back to my room at some point." She had an early day with Madlena and she couldn't let her down, even if she felt like she was in a dream.

It was a very realistic dream, and a strange one at that. They had gone from mentions of horse-shaped clouds to the flask that her slightly widened eyes fell to before peering back up at him. Those who knew Isela had the notion that she didn't drink. It clouded her judgement and as the companion to one of the most important people in the world, she had no intention on being anything but clear-minded. But he didn't know her and that was what kept her from refusing and leaving right there.  "While that sounds.. Intriguing, I think you may have to venture into that one on your own. Drinking isn't my thing." That was a lot of words that could have been a simple no had the devil on her shoulder decided to stay quiet as usual. This time it echoed over the angel telling her to leave. 'Just a sip, how bad could it be?' No. She couldn't, it would go against the precedents she'd set for herself. What kind of lady would she be if she could be swayed so easily? "I'm not seeing any horses up there either, so it looks like you may not even get your taste."

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[iseladlc]

--- ☆ Tegan

“You know what’s just as cushy - rehabs. Except in rehab - it’s much easier to score pills.” He replied, running his fingers over the assorted flowers planted around them. “Trust me - I’m an expert.” It had been months since Tegan arrived in Khatanga. He had seen the whole palace and village as far as he was concerned. The only new and exciting change of pace being the slew of new people coming in and out of town. For an isolated village, it did feel like Tegan bumped into new people fairly often. Either that or he wasn’t paying attention to everyone he met. Which was just as possible when it came to the prince. “I think I’d rather see more of you than any more than this place.“ Meeting and flirting with strangers was probably the only silver lining to this hellhole. “So how about you show me around. Maybe I’ll change my mind with the right persuasion.”

The mention of his stint in rehab shocked Isela a bit. Not that she'd never known people with addiction problems. It was one of the things she cared about and contributed to most back home, even if she hardly even touched more than a glass of wine during a party. It was his candidness about the subject that caught her off guard, which was usually a touchy one with the people she donated her time to. "I don't know, I've volunteered in some real bottom of the barrel places. Others have been pretty nice though, so it really just depends on where you end up." Her head tilted slightly, at first to get a better look at the man but then in confusion. Was he flirting? Most of her time was spent tending to her lady, so flirting wasn't exactly a language she was well-versed in. "I mean, why wouldn't you want to just take everything in? These flowers hold much more appeal than I ever could, I can tell you that." Deflection. It was all she really knew to do to keep the redness in her cheeks at bay and she was good at it. She began towards the pathway, turning on her heel and walking backwards a bit. Her hand motioned for him to follow and with another turn she was back to facing the extensive garden. "I'll be happy to, though you might end up being the one showing me around. I honestly, have no idea where I'm going."

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--- ☆ Alistair

Alistair smiled politely as the woman tilted her heard downward. It wasn’t surprising; most people around did just that, even if Alistair didn’t particularly care for it. To him, respect from the people came not from bowing, or being afraid to talk to him, but from cherishing the actions he took to make their lives better. Respect was always to be earned, it wasn’t something you were born into. “I won’t lie, I do. I know that everyone’s going out of their way to make sure that this feels like home for us, and it’d be terrible to tell them that their efforts are in vain but..home is home.” He nodded then, the smile remaining on his face. “It is indeed. My apologies, I can’t quite catch where your accent would be from.”

There was a truth to his words. The lengths they had gone through to assure each royals needs were met were remarkable and even their staff. Isela had felt welcome from the moment she stepped foot on the grounds, but he was right; home is home. “There’s nothing terrible about preferring your home,” Sympathetic eyes met his with a smile to match, “and I’m sure they’re well aware of that, so rest easy knowing that most know your strife. It is what you make of it, though. I’m thinking of it as a mini vacation. And I can check Russia off of my list.” She nodded her head in a matter-of-fact manner. “No need for apologies. I’m originally from México, but I’ve spent the last few years in Croatia as Princess Madlena’s lady, so there’s a bit of that in there too. It’s an odd mix but understandably confusing.”

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--- ☆ Cassandra

There was a warm and friendly smile on Cassandra’s lips as she spoke. “I do not mind at all. I have been in dire need of some company out here as opposed to spending the majority of my time alone,” she laughed lightly. Perhaps Pim was right and she really did need to work on extending her social network. “Did your mother have an extensive garden with local flowers?” Cassie questioned, gaze flickering to the vine of flowers. “I wish I knew what flowers those were but I do not. The gardener would know most certainly,” she concluded. “It is lovely to meet you Isela, I am Cassandra Galatas of Greece.”

"Well it's settled then. Maybe I'll even start bringing some treats along with me. You haven't lived until you've had an apple cinnamon empanada." The thought of the dessert pastry made Isela miss her home, where her mother always had them on standby. She wondered if she'd be able to make a request to the kitchen staff or if she'd simply be able to prepare them herself, but was soon pulled away from the separate train of thought. "Yes and its beautiful. Almost like a labyrinth to get lost in. She's always had a green thumb, but unfortunately I could barely keep a succulent alive." It was a partial joke, but one that still hit home with the brunette. "I'd love to hear all about Greece when you have time. I've always wanted to go there."

[iseladlc]

✮ - aria

✮ - stargazing with @ofregalgrace !

Then night skies had always held a certain intrigue for Isela. Depending on the location, they could be seen scattered across the vast emptiness and she could stare into the unknown for hours if the sun allowed for it. "My father always told me that the reasons the  stars shine so bright is because their full of everyone's hopes and dreams. They absorb them and shine back with positivity and love, so you're never alone." She knew it wasn't true. The science was there and despite how religious she was, she never rebuked science. She simply liked to believe in the littlest things, It's what helped her stay so cheery and happy.

"He used to have us kids pick one every night before bedtime, so that we could pray for whatever was deep in our hearts and have our own small beacon of hope to look for when the night came again." Her gaze turned to Aria who laid next to her, looking up at the night sky as well. Having someone to share the activity with made her feel more at home and she was thankful her ladies best friend was willing to indulge her. "Pick one, put everything you have in it and you'll feel like a weight has been lifted. It can be really therapeutic."

[iseladlc]

✘ = hugging them (Niamh)

@niamhorourke hugging them !

A day filled with memories of her father had brought Isela down from her normal upbeat mood and it was evident in her face. What she wanted most was to be alone with her thoughts, which played in an ongoing loop in her head. The regrets she had lingered at the end of each one. 'You should have been there.' 'He needed you; they needed you.' It was all too much for the brunette and she had cried out all the tears she had in her already, so she just sat in the garden hoping that the beauty of the nature around her would bring her solace. That hope was in vain. She still felt broken among the bushes and vines of the bright flowers. How she wished she was one of them. No thoughts, no painful emotions. Just soaking in the sunshine, providing for the earth and swaying in the gentle breeze that tickled her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, wanting anyway to feel better when the gentle breeze turned into arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace.

There was so much care in the hug, so much empathy it almost felt like she was home again. The nostalgia was powerful enough to induce a stream of tears that she thought were long gone. Deep breaths were taken in and she finally allowed herself to grip the person who held her like she was holding on for dear life. And in a way she was. She was in a downward spiral and the hug from the Irish princess was the only thing keeping her from getting sucked in. "Thank you.." The words came out between sharp inhales, they were the only ones she could utter at that moment but she had to express her gratitude. If she hadn't been there, Isela might have let herself get in too deep and for that she would be forever gratfeul.

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--- ☆ Cassandra

The Greek princess was a common sight in the gardens. Even when it was raining, even when it was cold, and even when there was snow on the ground, there was no where else that she’d rather be. Sometimes she had a book in her hand, other times some research articles, and other times still, a journal. As she couldn’t find it in her to express how she felt aloud to most people, Cassandra often relied on writing down her thoughts. She was seated on a bench when the other woman walked by. At first, she wasn’t convinced that she was where the comment was being directed towards but she couldn’t ignore her. “I love it out here,” she replied, closing the journal as she offered the other woman a smile. “I spend most days out here,” Cassie admitted. “It never gets boring.”

Smile still brightening her features, Isela focused her full attention on the woman whose own features rang a bell in mind. From the notes she'd manage to take upon arrival (though she was far from memorizing every face of royalty she was surrounded by) , she knew was a princess and she gave the woman a respectful bow of the head before continuing their exchange. "I think I might as well. If you don't mind the company of course. This reminds me of the garden my mother has in Mexico, except I've never seen one of these." Isela motioned towards a vine of flowers, purple in color and quite frankly the most beautiful she'd ever seen. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Isela."

[evabrighis]

[iseladlc]

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