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@itsmitchroux
text message ✉️ liv
Liv: I am...
Liv: I may or may not have heard about what I assume is driving you towards a breakdown.
Liv: And I actually think leaving would not be the worst option.
Mitch: I'm not surprised. Everyone's heard and everyone has an opinion.
Mitch: I was joking, Liv. I can't fucking leave. Imagine what headline I'd wake up to tomorrow if I split from the ball announcing my engagement.
Mitch: Besides the ball is probably ending soon. Half these royals are old ass geezers who need to be in bed by 9 after having one glass of wine.
Mitch: If you're up for it, maybe you could come over once this whole thing is over.
beatrice
Beatrice was thoroughly done with the night. As much as she tried to be present and on, she just didn’t have the energy anymore. Not with Ela texting her, the conversation with Kaela, and everyone’s eyes on her and Mitch. She needed to hide. Which is how she found herself on the floor in the back of what was being used as a coat closet. Usually, she wouldn’t be caught dead on the floor in such a beautiful dress. But she really couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. She had just brought the bottle of champagne she’s smuggled away from the bar to her lips when she heard the door open. She stilled for a moment, willing whoever it was to go away. Though she relaxed a bit when Mitch appeared. “With you of course,” she gave him a brief smile before she held the bottle up to him. Patting the spot on the floor next to her after he took it. “This is a great place to hide,” she offered as she leaned back against the wall. Her head turned to watch him. “So how has your night been?” she knew she didn’t have to ask. They were both miserable. If she wasn’t so determined to stick with the decision to go through with their plane. She would have wondered if all of it was worth this.
Mitch sent the blonde a smile when she handed over the bottle. He took it with ease and wasted no time bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a long chug. “Yeah, tell me about it.” He, for a second, remembered the last ball that had been thrown here. And how he and Kaela had snuck away into the coat closet for a quick rendezvous. No one had even heard them, which is probably why he knew he’d be safe coming here now. Handing the bottle back, he looked towards Triss at her question and sighed. “A fucking headache. Ela is pissed and blowing up my phone, not to mention a few other people. Everyone in there had a fucking opinion and it’s suffocating.” He complained, closing his eyes for a second and just embracing the quiet. “I’m sorry. This is a fucking shit show and I’m so sorry you have to deal with it.”
amelia
Amelia knew how to play her part better than most of the royals in a similar position as hers, but even she couldn’t feign content when around her father, keeping her distance altogether from him throughout the night. His complete refusal to bend just this once on one of his decisions served as the final straw for Amelia, who was usually quick to side with him on most everything, but forcing Mitch’s hand in marriage was too grand of a request, even for her. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been so disturbed had it not been that it caused Mitch so much grief in the process. It simply wasn’t fair. None of this was, and to see her brother so hurt, well… her own eyes welled with tears at the thought, but she kept herself together as she worked through the motions of the night, ever the perfect princess with the darling smile.
When she finally found a moment to herself, the first person on her mind was Mitchell, and she sought him out through the crowd, politely pulling him from what he was doing before she settled in front of him. She worked to smooth the lapels of his suit as her eyes searched for any indication on his face that gave way to how he truly felt. The faintest smell of alcohol resonated from his person, and she wished for nothing more than to go right up to Adam to give him a piece of her mind once more, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Not here, anyway. “Should we get some air?” she asked, wondering if he needed a moment away from the festivities and away from the watchful eyes of others.
@itsmitchroux
It was like he was in a dark ass room and he could finally see the sun when his sister came over and pulled him away from the crowds of people. Allowing him to breathe at least for a moment. Most of the night Beatrice had been by his side and they had been dealing with the congratulations and the awkward, nosy questions together, but she had disappeared somewhere. Maybe to the bathroom. Maybe to grab some food. Or maybe she had just left. Honestly, he couldn’t blame her at this point. He’d leave too if it wasn’t his fucking home. But it seemed his sister knew when to pull him away at just the perfect time, earning her a look that only said thank fuck. She was showing the level of overprotection he often reserved just for her, and honestly he was thankful for having someone that was completely on his side, no questions asked. In fact, she hadn’t spoke to their father in days and Mitch wasn’t suer the last time Amelia had done that for him.
“Yeah. I need to get out of here.” It might be the largest room in the entire castle, but with this many people with all their focus on him, well it felt small as fuck. Holding out his hands, he waited for her to take it before heading towards the large white doors that led to the patio, which eventually lead to the garden below. Hedge maze and glorious fountain included. Once they were outside, it was a deep breath of air that Mitch took in and eventually let out. Any other event and he’d probably be six drinks in, right now he’d only been able to sneak about two and he was not happy about it. “You didn’t happen to sneak a bottle of whatever outta there under your dress, did you?” He’d fucking drink wine at this point, if that’s what he had on her.
tristan:
Not many understood their normalcy, not like each other. Other people just didn’t get that sometimes thing had to be done - even if you didn’t want them to be done. Not always did you get your way and at the end of the day, that was just how it had to be when you were one of them - royalty. Breaking himself away from a conversation that was sure to bore him to death if he stuck around even a moment longer, Tristan made his way over to his best friend. It was easy enough to approach him, though he knew that was simply due to Tristan’s own status and not because people were willing to give King Mitchell the space he deserved. As his crowd thinned out, Tristan let out a bit of an exhausted sigh. “So…Beatrice, huh?” @itsmitchroux
It was a sigh of relief that left Mitch’s lips when finally the crowds upon crowds of nobles left his side, congratulations on their tongues, but he wasn’t paying them any mind. He had tuned them out earlier in the night, and now that he was practically alone, he let himself breathe. When he the familiar voice of his right hand man beside him, the first hint of a smile from that night found its way on his face. “Yep. She offered, and Ela said no... wasn’t too many other options at this point.” Mitch turned to look at Tristan, sighing softly before running his hands through his hair. “Listen, I know it’s probably fucking weird for you, but you know this shit is buisness only, right?” And then he remembered that it wasn’t common knowledge that Beatrice was a Charming, in fact, there was a possiblity he was the only person outside of the Charming family and Fairy Godmother who knew. “She told me. Said this might be the only way to get your father to recognize her. Pretty fucking shit that’d she’d have to marry a king for that to happen but...”
text message ✉️ liv
Mitch: you don't happen to be in Auradon City right now do you?
Mitch: I'm about to ditch my own fucking ball. Or have a breakdown. Honestly not too sure which one is gonna come first.
Text Message: Mitch R.
Ava: Not that I intend to berate you about your personal decisions, but I have to ask: what the actual fuck, Mitchell?
Ava: Could this have not waited until after Liv's wedding? The entire wedding party is going to implode and I'll be the one stuck keeping the peace. Which means I have to stay sober to make sure no one is sitting too close to anyone who might hurt their feelings. Ugh.
Ava: Alright, I'm finished. Now I'll go ahead and ask how you're feeling at the moment. Not well I assume given the circumstances? From the look on everyone's faces I'll go ahead and guess this isn't an affair I should be celebrating. Need me to save you? I can light something on fire and the last thing anyone will be thinking about is you and Beatrice.
Mitch: Ava, no offense but Liv's wedding is the furthest thing from my mind right now. And no, this shit couldn't wait until after the party. I have a strict ass deadline I need to follow.
Mitch: Regardless of whatever bullshit is happening right now, we all love Nate and Liv enough not to fuck shit up on their wedding. Best behavior, promise.
Mitch: As much as I appreciate the offer, you lighting shit on fire is just something I'll have to deal with tomorrow and I don't need more crap on my plate. And I don't even give a shit about people talking about the engagement, whatever gossip away.
texts - nate & mitch
NATE: dude. Mitchell. You know I care about you but...what the actual fuck?
MITCH: I'm not fucking talking about this right now.
Text Message ✉️ Mitch 💘
Ela: Okay.
Ela: I get you're in a tough position and this wasn't going to be easy on either of us.
Ela: But did I deserve that?
Ela: To find out with everyone else tonight?
Ela: Why couldn't you just reach out and TELL me?
Mitch: I don't know El, maybe because I didn't want to have this conversation? Or acknowledge it was even happening.
Mitch: this past week has been a fucking shit show and I didn't want the first time I talked to you since we broke up to be about this.
Mitch needed a fucking break. He’d been wearing a mask all night, trying to hide his sadness behind smiles when he and Triss were congratulated on their engagement. Also he made the mistake of bringing his phone with him and the second he read Ela’s texts, he knew there was no fucking way he was going to be able to stay in this room any longer. No, he needed a break. He needed some fucking fresh air. But the patio wasn’t an option. It was too public, anyone could go out there if they wanted, and he was not in the mood to talk to random citizens right now. No, he needed to go somewhere he wouldn’t be found. Slipping out of the ball room, Mitch hurried down the hallway, forcing smiles as he past people returning from the bathrooms. Finding what was currently being used as the coat room with ease, he pulled the door open. He felt shocked upon seeing his date seated against the back wall. Entering the room and closing the door behind him, he joined Triss where she was seated on the floor. “Feel like sharing?” He asked, pointing to the bottle of alcohol in her hand.
@beatricefae
Text Message ✉️ Mitch 💘
Ela: It's been a week.
Ela: Please, please tell me that you showing up the the Winter Solstice ball with Triss on your arm is because you two are good friends who don't care about what conclusions press are going to come to
Ela: And any other conclusions I'm drawing in my head are just me being dramatic and paranoid.
Mitch: {...}
Mitch: {...}
Mitch: Yes, we are good friends. We have been for years.
Mitch: but I'm not going to lie and say your conclusions are wrong.
text message ✉️ triss & mitch
Triss: I'm sorry, Mitch.
Triss: And I am still for it. We just have to come up with a game plan.
Mitch: Yeah. Me too. But I don't want her to do it if she feels like it's her duty or whatever. I just want her to be happy and have the life she wants. And this isnt even what I want most days so, I get it.
Mitch: Well have you talked to Sterling?
Mitch: I figure the easiest thing would be for us to attend the Winter Ball together. Ela and I haven't really been seen out much lately, we have been spending a lot of time indoors. So if we need to lie and say we've been broke up for a while to make you and I less obvious, I'm okay with that.
Mitch: I just hope Ela will understand.
text message ✉️ triss & mitch
Mitch: so i talked to ela
Mitch: looks like the plan is a go.
Mitch: if you're still up for it, that is.
ela
It was moments like this that Ela had been basking in. The two of them, cuddled on the couch - for as much time as Mitch could spare amongst his crazy schedule. Still, she didn’t much. She didn’t need constant entertainment or wild adventures, not like she once did living amidst the trees in the wild. No, simply wrapped in his arms with the heat on bust and a thousand blankets over top of her was as close to paradise as she could get at this point. It was exactly what she was expecting when Mitch had showered and made his way back to her as she scrolled through one of the million streaming services available. She began to get comfortable, leaving her thin frame against him as she made some offhand comment about how there were too many options to choose from. The moment Mitchell gently took the remote from her, however, a confused expression washed over her features and she found herself leaning up into forward posture so she could see what was up.
Then he spoke. And she knew. And a boulder size lumped formed in her chest as her gaze fell. She had been avoiding this conversation for months, doing a damn good job of changing the subject and keeping things light. Avoidance had been her foolproof way to come and honestly? Part of her had hoped, maybe Mitch would just refuse to comply with his fathers demands. At this moment? It didn’t seem like the case. He wanted an answer. Yes or no.
She stood up, unwrapping herself from blankets, suddenly feeling frustrated. Then overwhelmed. Then sad. Then overwhelmed again. All in a 10 second time frame. Maybe she should just say, screw it - she could commit to all this couldn’t she? She was strong. She was brave. She survived worse than a demanding position of power and a cruel possible father-in-law. She could bare it. And perhaps that was true. Perhaps that would have been her rationing, if Mitchell had decided one day that Ela was his one and only and this marriage had been an idea forged from his own love for her. Reckless, fast paced love affairs ran in her family after all. That, she could rationalize.
But the legality of it all? The cold contractual obligation and the fact that Mitch’s question felt more like a business proposal than anything else left her feeling uneasy. It was laced with responsibility. Mitch had already show he would sacrifice his own happiness out of duty, but could she?
“I don’t —” crossing her arms over herself as if to protect herself from this topic, she shook her head. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” She could immediately feel herself getting emotional, now. Because she was being cornered. He was on a time limit, and so was she consequently. Slowly coming back to him, a shaky hand took his. It was becoming more and more obvious by the gloss forming under her eyes that her answer wasn’t one that would be celebrated. “Mitch, I love you.” she confessed for the very first time as the tears that had pooled behind her eyes fell just as fast as they came. She had for a while now, whether she acknowledged it or not. She had been crazy about him since that first day he had taken a seat across from her in the coffee shop. When they were just two college students worried about parties and deadlines. And because she loved him, she had to be honest with him.
So, she was practically begging him now. Don’t make put this on me. Don’t make this my decision. Don’t make me say it. “ I don’t want to lose you.”
He could see the second his words registered within her, and it was fucking heartbreaking to see the way her face fell. The clear tug and pull going on within her. He assumed it was similar to the one going on within him. Gods he wanted to be with Ela. He loved her, he had been aware of it for some time. He just... he couldn’t say it, not with their future so unclear. But the fact of the matter was, he wouldn’t be upset if she decided to say yes. To agree to an engagement and rule by his side. He knew it was fast, much faster then both would’ve liked, but fuck they fought for this relationship. For each other. How could they just forget it? But he also knew just how incredibly selfish all of that was. To just expect Ela to agree to being Queen and throw away any plans or expectations she had set for herself. To devote her life to the crown. It wasn’t something he’d wish on anyone, especially not the women he loved. So he had refused to push. To prod. He didn’t want her to feel forced into a decision. But the time to decide was coming to an end and they needed to figure this out. He wouldn’t be upset, if she chose to say no. But he’d be so fucking happy if she said yes.
“Hey, hey.” He murmured, following her as she stood and quickly taking her hands in his own. “Ela I don’t want you to say anything you don’t want to say. I want you to do what you want, and what’s best for you. I’m sure that’s not easy to hear, but I understand this is a huge decision. I know how scary it all is. And I promise you, if you don’t want it, I get it. I want you with me, but please, please don’t feel forced to say yes. Be selfish.” Because he couldn’t, and it would kill him to know later down the line, if she decided to agree, she’d one day regret it. He couldn’t live with that.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her statement held weight to it, and deep down he knew what this mean. This wasn’t the words of a girl who was going to accept his proposal. This was the words of a girl who didn’t want to, but didn’t want to lose him as well. She was saying no, even if she had yet to actually say it. “You won’t lose me, Ela. I’m always going to be here.” Even if we’re not together. He didn’t need the speak the words for them to be known.
He wanted nothing more then to tell her he loved her back. But that was unfair to both of them. To make such a declaration when they didn’t have a future. It was cruel. “I just need to know what you want. And if you don’t want this, it’s fine.” He’d be fine, eventually.
callum
It wasn’t the most ideal situation for watercolor painting, with it still being a little bit dark and difficult to see, but Callum wanted a dreamy and soft depiction of the Auradonian sunrise. Pulling out a board, some painter’s tape and a small clip-on flashlight, he went to work prepping the paper. It was probably an odd sight to non-watercolorists, as the young man dragged a saturated and large flat brush over the surface, promptly flipping the sheet over to soak the other side. Quick painting it may be, but Callum always prided himself on making quality work each time. And quality meant preparation. The paper was completely soaked through with water soon enough, Cal gently stretching the sheet. Satisfied with its prep, he carefully taped it down against the board and waited for the paper to dry just a bit. This was the perfect sheet, absorbing the water but not buckling from the density. He would have to thank his mother for sending it out.
As he’d prepared, he’d only been acutely aware of the other and what they were saying. Most people would have probably been shocked to run into the young king of Auradon while in the park, but Callum bumped elbows with most of the royalty in this country. He didn’t really have a reaction to seeing King Mitchell, much less to the words escaping the other’s lips. He wasn’t known for his social skills, in fact Callum was probably known most for his lack thereof. He figured it was no longer shocking to anyone when he barely ever responded in turn. As the king spoke up, he merely nodded and muttered a half-hearted, “Aye,” as though he’d been listening. Instead his gaze was stuck on the wet paper now on his lap.
Setting up a travel palette with select shades, Callum began mixing colors, adding pigmentation to the moist surface and blending into the sheet. To the untrained eye, his first strokes were blocky and inarticulate. To an artist it was clear he’d been blocking in the basic forms and colors of the scene before him. He’d been so engrossed in the actions, he had almost completely forgotten the royal observer. He did not hold back the scoff at the king’s question - he’d heard similar comments before. Unscrewing his water brush to add fresh water into the barrel, he spared a glance over his shoulder to where the other royal sat. “If Ah just let me hand ‘do its thing’ then nothin’ would happen. It would probably be a muddled mess of paints that dinnae blend well together,” he said in a softer tone. Water brush refilled, Callum began pulling more vibrant colors into the soft and still-wet base layers, slowly building up the dreamy sunrise-touched landscape. “It’ll be the sunrise,” he said after a brief moment, his voice low and a hint of a smile on his lips. “Cliche, aye, but it’s a fun practice. An’ everyone loves a good sunrise piece, right?” He paused to let the preliminary layers dry before working on the middle ground.
As a silence settled, Callum felt a tad bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t so much because the other person was there - though he did feel as though his special spot was being intruded upon. He wasn’t daft, he knew that social graces called for a little more than what he was giving. He didn’t really care to know why the king of Auradon was there… but he knew it could be rude to some if he didn’t at least try to show interest. So it was with a silent sigh that the boy decided to strike up a conversation with the other. “This is definitely the perfect place for a morning jog. Quiet, empty, calm. I can see why ye would wanna come out here to clear yer head. Nothing like the outdoors ta really center a man.” Callum’s smile was genuine, he himself loving to escape to the shelter of the trees whenever he needed to clear his head. He dabbed at the sheet with a clean paper towel, trying to soften out the sunset he was depicting a little more before it fully dried and more layers were added. “Cannae be easy runnin’ a kingdom either, so I dinnae blame ye for needin’ the escape. Sounds like a tough gig.”
Mitch was watching this whole process with a slight wide eye. He didn’t know all of this shit went into painting. Like, Callum literally got the paper wet before he painted on it? Wouldn’t that fuck up the paint? How the hell did that shit even work? Mitch had never taken a single art class in his life, and this was all brand new territory for him. It was interesting to watch, that was for sure, but every time he thought he knew what would happen next, he was surprised. The dude had brought a fucking palette with him for goodness sakes. Who just carried one of those on them? Clearly this was a frequent past time of his. This was something he was prepared for. And as they sat there, Mitch watching Callum dip his brush into a number of colors and swipe it along the surface of the paper, he felt a sent of calm enter his body. He could just focus on the creation of this painting and maybe, for a few moments, forget about the world around him. About the kingdom he was running. And the anxiety he had been feeling for months now. It didn’t matter, not right now. This whole experience, it was kind of like watching the sunrise in a way. Oddly enough. He nodded in confirmation at Callum’s question, and regardless of the fact that the painting wasn’t finished, he knew he wanted it. “Yeah. Actually, could I have that?” He realized how rude it sounded the second he left his mouth. “I’ll pay you for it, obviously... but,” he didn’t know how to explain it. Watching the creation of this painting from start to finish was kind of mesmerizing, and he didn’t want to leave without it. He did want the painting to sit in a pile of Callum’s other portfolio pieces, nor did he want someone else to own it. He wanted to put it in a frame in his office so he could look at it and feel this kind of calm and comfort again.
His attention was finally pulled away from the piece of paper as he listened to Callum’s words, an involuntary snort leaving the back of his throat in response. “It’s harder than I ever imagined.” He had given up most of her personal life. A majority of his social life. He barely saw his friends. Had to schedule Ela into his day just so they could watch some fucking television. Not to mention there was a huge possiblity that he and Ela would have to break up any day now. If she didn’t accept the offer he had given her. So now he was even possibly going to have to give up his relationship. The one thing that was really keeping him grounded. He wasn’t ungrateful for being King. He knew it needed to be done and he knew that his people came first. But sometimes, he just wished he could be a little selfish. Every morning when he woke up, there was thirty seconds where he just considered running away from it all. But that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t do that and then force this life on Amelia. It was his burden to bare and that was that. “I’m sure you’ll know what that’ll be like soon, right?” Mitch still wasn’t certain how it all worked in Scotland, but Merida was in charge, that meant her son was next in line.
Mitchell Roux was on edge. He had told Ela about the arraignment almost four months ago, and had yet to receive and answer from her. Maybe she really thought his parents were going to change their mind, but as the end of the year drew closer, the anxiety within Mitch grew as well. There was only so long before he needed an answer. Sure he might have a plan B in motion if the worst happened and Ela rejected him, but he also needed to be able to break the news to Triss on the off chance they needed to magically get engaged before the end of the new year. To give her enough time to explain to Sterling what was going on and hopefully break the news in a tasteful way. Gods he didn’t even want to think of all the things the press was going to say if he went from one serious relationship to an engagment. Probably say he’d been cheating on Ela this whole time. Or just flat out say what was happening. That he was being forced to marry. The whole thing made his stomach turn sour and he decided to stop thinking about it all together. He was going to be hopeful. Ela could say yes... it might be earlier then they expected but he could see a life with her. Hopefully she could see the same.
Hopping out of the shower, its one of the only places he could really do some deep thinking, he ran a towel over his hair a few times so it wasn’t dripping wet, pulled on a pair of lounge pants and a shirt, and made his way out of his bedroom to the conjoined seating area that had a plush couch and large tv. Ela was already seated on the couch, scrolling through some streaming service, in search of a movie. They had been trying to find some sense of normalcy for the past few weeks and movie nights seemed to be the way to go. Sitting down on the couch and letting his arm rest behind her, Mitch stayed quiet for a few seconds as she continued to look for something to watch. After a few minutes though, he softly took the remote from her to gain her attention. “Ela, babe... I hate to ask this but it’s already December.” She had to know where this was going.
@elaolivia