meixu + alexander + manon :
The exuberant nature of the other woman’s approach caught her off guard, and Manon only just stopped herself from flinching at the unexpected touch. Two years ago, she might have been kinder, been the person Hans once believed she was and corrected her mistake, perhaps even made sure she was alright. Manon was well versed enough in various stimulants to recognize the signs. But that girl was gone, haunting the house in Paris, and in her wake remained some untamed creature stalking the bars of her gilded cage. And so the blonde offered a slow smile, dipped in poison. “Finacée, actually” she leaned back against him, full of mock affection and a cruel little laugh. “Although, our darling Alexander is on very thin ice at the moment, can you believe he hasn’t found me a ring yet?” She shook her head in playful solemnity. “And, he’s forgotten my phone number. Really, at this point I should just leave him. I’m Manon, it’s lovely to meet you.” @alexcnder
SHE WAS PERFORMATIVE, he’d give the princess that much but whatever action he’d decided next, to show her his instagram or send a very different photo to her alleged number, had been interrupted. that voice alexander would have recognized anywhere, namely by way of rejection for any advances. “ yeah? ” his eyes hadn’t left the chinese princess from the moment she’d called to his attention. “ you’re a good different too. did you do something different with your — ” and then his expression fell. the cheeky grin slowly dropped. alexander’s single opportunity to maybe get a ‘ yes ’ out of meixu and it had resolved to be nothing but assumptions and conformations? he chocked on his own saliva with the added details from manon. the welsh princess was right, she was no angel. still stood behind manon, alexander did his best to signal some universal gesture to meixu that she didn’t know what she was saying. “ she’s president of my fan club. ” he corrected with a hand placed on the welsh prrincess’ shoulder momentarily. “ fans of international … f - i association national club … is that a new dress, meixu? it’s stunning on you. ” ( @jinmeixu )
“ whatever your relationship may be! happy new year! ” it’s hard to believe anyone would agree to marry someone without a ring! and judging from the way alexander fumbles over his words, it must have been a practical joke. how silly! it was almost believable! “ yes, it is! and thank you! very sweet of you! the fireworks were stunning too, weren’t they? ” she gushes with clasped hands. she smacks her lips together, clearly the glass of sparkling water lixue gave her was not enough. she’s so thirsty! “ has anyone seen the host of the party? he promised me a drink and i’ve lost him! ” ( @hrhmancns or @alexcnder )
she loomed from behind her sister, ignorant of the majority of the conversation, and hovered her hands over her shoulders before abruptly shooting them down with just enough force to shake her. “ BOO. “ sing-songy and sweet; parties are truces and the public eye releases her charm, especially in front of ... she couldn’t place the two even if she tried. “ sustainable, too, i’m sure. ” only one of her hands released as she kept one arm around meixu’s shoulder, in the case she needed to whisk her away. “ the CONGO guy ? he was talking to that hot zulu. min – tall one, white dress. “