darkened veins.

Henryk Matthias Wolfe, King of Austria. Thirty-five years old.

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(( it’s been wonderful getting to write with all of you, but unfortunately there’s just too much going on in my life right now for me to be able to juggle this group. I’m really gonna miss Henryk and Ronan and maybe one day down the line I can afford to come back but if anyone wants to stay in touch pls let me know! You guys have been great 💞 ))

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camilledupont‌:

“I am living proof of both and trust me when I say that that is not a bad thing. At least, I hope it isn’t. Don’t they that the best people to be around are the ones who tend to be crazy at times as well?” If that was not true then it would make more sense why she felt as if she was too much to handle at times. Of course, not a lot of people knew that. “I am happy that you do.” And she meant it. Everytime someone reacted positively to her advice, she gets reminded that she is good at her job and that she should stop doubting that. After all, she has been living in the world of royals for quite some time now. “Oh no, I enjoy styling whoever comes knocking at my door because every encounter is different from the others. I never stop learning.”

"Do they say that? I’ll admit I’m not as savvy when it comes to cultural sayings and phrases,” Henryk teased, a grin splitting across his face. Camille was just as kind and lovely as he could have hoped she would be; and best off, she didn’t seem to snub or create a pretentious air of conversation between them that Henryk would have, in all actuality, felt would stifle their conversation. He didn’t enjoy when people assumed certain things about him--that their conversation had to be stiff and proper, prim and sickeningly polite and distant. It was good to laugh; to smile and share kindness and small talk with another human being just for the sake of wanting to learn more about them.

“That’s an interesting way to view your profession and I applaud you for it,” Henryk said, moving forward to resume searching for her missing measuring tape. Was that it, perhaps, sticking just outside of a couch cushion further in the room? “That way you never grow bored with a passion you’ve made a career out of.”

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tag yourself ; gothic literature edition

Frankenstein: The great outdoors, half-read books, unorthodox ideas, pencil sketches, easily frightened, contemplates existence a lot, dislikes winter

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Old bookshelves, bold fashion choice, loud laughs, philosophical conversations, kisses on the hand, can be a dick sometimes, loves new languages but never commits

Dracula: Red lipstick stains, white billowy dresses, always cold to the touch, flickering candles, has eye circles, wants to believe in ghosts, only likes religion for the aesthetic

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde: Filled notebooks, foggy evenings, afraid of failure, oversized clothing, secretive whispers, stays up too late, bottles up emotions

The Phantom of the Opera: Rose petals, old perfume, being an overdramatic bitch, sings to self, handwritten letters, snowy nights, secret spaces

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olimpiacdb·:

“ yeah… those, ” she agreed softly. she somewhat pitied him. the humiliation he must have felt wasn’t something a person got over easily. the king had been stupid enough to punch back though — a fact that lessened her sympathy. “ how quickly do you suppose that will heal ? “ she spared a look at the bruises. “ at least it’s unbearably cold outside so you aren’t missing out on much staying indoors. ” not much of a comfort. “ you don’t think so ? i think that tells a lot about your faith in other royals. ” 

"I suppose pretty soon; my fiance has been fretting over them ever since the party,” Henryk admitted, finally putting his hands down at his sides, having successfully fought off the urge to touch his wounds. It was the shame of the entire event, really, that bothered Henryk more than anything else. “I wouldn’t say so much my faith in my peers, but rather my faith in people in general. I try to see the best in those around me, but I know when it comes to physical altercations or disputes, most people tend to...mind their business.”

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“Enjoy is a good word — it was fun but a little bit stressful. It’s quite funny what kind of an ordeal that time of the year is.” Her green eyes looked at him for a moment as she tried to decide that to do next. There were exactly three people her father had asked her to familiarize herself with and one of them was standing there in front of her. “Do you have time for a cup of coffee? I’d like to learn a few things about you if I’m being truthful.”

"I couldn’t agree more; as warm and loving as the holiday season is meant to be, it usually ends up with a flurry of last minute duties and responsibilities dolled out,” Henryk concurred with a slight smile. He cocked his head to the side slightly as the princess offered him to join her for coffee. The country he was, perhaps, most directly interested in allying himself with...interesting.

“It would be my honor, your highness,” Henryk said at last, placing a hand over his chest and bowing slightly. “I’ll let you lead the way, and we can get to...know one another properly. I must admit, I’ve been curious about you, as well.”

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“Can’t help but to agree. Fights are terrible as they are but when they are made public, it’s…” He shook his head and pressed his lips together to express his discontentment. Lazily, almost as if the movement was exhausting, he waved his hand. “I’m waiting for her to come around, I think she just needs a few days to sort out her thoughts.” He had patience anyways, it wouldn’t be much of a challenge to just continue with his daily life. “Not exactly a ‘happy new year’, no.” But what was it except just another day of the year? “The only way is up though.”

"Well, no one particularly likes having their dirty laundry aired, do we?” Henryk posed with a slight arch of his brow. He certainly hadn’t enjoyed getting insulted in front of a great deal of other royals and foreign leaders. “Especially when the environment is unfamiliar to you and you’re surrounded by your peers.”

“You have a point, though I’m not sure if the horrid New Year’s Eve sets the tone for last year or this year; hopefully the latter,” Henryk mused thoughtfully. He had enough on his plate as it was to worry about more drama infesting his life in 2019. “I can’t say I know from experience, having no siblings myself, but sometimes space really is all a person needs.”

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matildeinwaiting·:

“A canvas in a cage fight is one way to put it.” She mused with a nod, taking in the look on his face and the fading pattern of bruises. When he finally called her by her nickname, she grinned. Progress was being made. Perhaps one day they’d even be close friends. “That I do. Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Then again, I feel that’s how most relationships become. Complicated. As for aggressive, only in certain situations but never with me.”

"They don’t have to be complicated, but--still, I would agree with you on that note,” Henryk said with a sigh, thinking momentarily of Femke. Things had ended so poorly with the princess that it was a wonder Henryk had it in him to suggest former flames could be anything but messy. “That’s good, at least--if I’d heard he’d been aggressive domestically, I’m not sure how I would have handled it. Though, I can’t help but wonder what I could have possibly did to make the man hate me so much; to the best of my knowledge, we’d never really properly spoken before New Year’s Eve.”

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Never in a million years did Henryk expect he would be here tonight, rolling around with Adelina as they succumbed to intimacy, passion, and desire in an effort to become as close to each other as two human beings could possibly be. If someone had told Henryk at the start of the evening that he’d end up with a bruised face and an emotional fuck session with his betrothed back in the quiet darkness of his suite in The Thief, he would have laughed and dismissed the thought without so much as a second glance or consideration. The truth was that he had, of course, found Adelina attractive from the moment she’d walked into his suite months before, having just recently agreed to marry him and unionize their countries. But the obstacles of his own moral questioning and ethics had kept him from attempting to court her as he might have a former lover; he could not wrap his mind around the fact that someone so young could want him--that the woman he had entered into such an arrangement with was eager to meet him, measure for measure, for the rest of his life.

Sometimes things were happy accidents; other times, they were fated. Henryk didn’t know which category Adelina fell under, but as he hovered over her, thrusting into her with the power of a man starved, he didn’t particularly care. She was here and she was his, just as he was hers. Nothing in the world could separate them in this moment--he was certain of it.

It was the only thing, truthfully, he was certain of these days.

It didn’t take long for Adelina to begin responding to Henryk, and when she did--God, he would have burnt worlds down and torn cities apart for those moans, that face, those words that came tumbling from her mouth. She was a wanton, shameless creature, her body writhing to meet his thrust for thrust as they rutted like two desperate, raving animals in heat. A shudder ricocheted along his spine, setting every single nerve on fire as Adelina’s cries rose in pitch, volume, and frequency; she was cursing and crying his name, desperate to hold onto something her body desperately wanted to release her from...and it only made Henryk want her even more. He felt much like a caged animal, desperate and aching to be unleashed, and as he thrust against Adelina, riding her like a racehorse, Henryk felt his inhibitions slowly but surely slipping away. His fingers curled even tighter in the bed sheets beneath them, mostly to help keep him anchored to this world when everything else was threatening to tear apart at the seams.

He had never had so little control over something in his life before; it was dizzying and exhilarating, everything and nothing all at once. It fueled him with a strange mixture of emotions that had Henryk desperate to claw his way towards a rough climax.

“It’s okay, Adelina, it’s oka--” Henryk cut off on a low, raw moan as he felt Adelina’s cunt flutter around him. And then she was coming, again, and Henryk thought he would explode into a thousand tiny stars at the sensation of her pussy clamping around his cock and releasing a flood of juices around him. She was lost, using words that the Austrian king had never even dreamed of her using, even in the throes of passion. He felt pleasure lash at his very core when Adelina brokenly told Henryk how much she liked sex with him; oh, she would be the death of him. There was absolutely no doubt about that in his mind. “You’re too much for me; you’re so good, so warm, so tight, so--”

She was relentless, her cunt soft and warm and spasming around him. Henryk retaliated by riding her harder, his hips sliding and bumping against her own as he fucked himself into Adelina. His cock continued to brush against that delicious spot inside of her, as if their bodies were fusing together and becoming one; he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Not at this speed, not at this intensity, not at the absolute magnanimity of what they were sharing together. His lips kissed on every inch of skin he could, from her nose to her cheeks to the corner of her mouth, down to her earlobe and that sweet crook of her neck. He wanted to devour her until they were nothing but ash and embers, spent and faintly glowing with the memory of what had been. He felt himself drawing closer and closer to sweet bliss, even as Adelina continued to orgasm beneath him. He was close, so close, he was clawing his way to a bliss he hadn’t ever known before; it was raw and new and unreal, and it was--oh God, oh God--

“Adelina, oh God, oh God--fuck, ficken, ich werde kommen--I’m going to come,” Henryk cried, and then--losing complete control of himself--he felt himself shudder above Adelina, his body bowing over her as pleasure wracked through his frame. His cock twitched where it was situated deep inside of her spent, warm pussy, and then he was coming hard; it was like watching the sun rise and set at the same time, like his world was beginning and ending all at once. He felt whole, truly whole, for perhaps the first time in several years as he rode out his climax, clinging to the woman below him who had given Henryk much more than he ever knew he wanted. She was beautiful, she was magnificent, she was to be his queen. As his orgasm tore through his frame, Henryk bent and captured her lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, desperate to communicate to her somehow--with his body, his soul, his touch--just how much this moment meant to him.

He was hers, and somehow--gloriously--she was also his.

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Are you physically strong? Muscular?

“I’d say I am, I think? Maybe not a bodybuilder, but I work out regularly.”

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Favorite outfit that Femke ever wore?

“I definitely do not remember every single outfit Femke’s ever worn; besides, we broke up years ago.”

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🎹 - do you play any instruments?

“I learned the violin and piano growing up; I’d say I’m fairly proficient in both of them.”

🎵 - favorite song?

“Just one?! I’m not sure I could choose, even if I was forced. My father used to sing ‘Here Comes the Sun’ all the time growing up, so--so I guess it holds a special place in my heart.”

💐 - favorite type of flower?

“Peonies are really something quite exquisite, I think.”

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🏨 - sleeping position

“I tend to sleep on either side, I find it too restless to position myself any other way.”

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Thoughts on Mattie?

“We’re book club aspiring buddies! I think that’s the savvy term for it, at least?”

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Thoughts on Barbie?

“She’s been nice to me on the occasions we’ve spoken to one another; I know she and Adelina are very close, perhaps I can get to know her better through that.”

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FMK: Adelina, Matilde, Barbie

“Such vulgarity--do I really have to choose? I’m marrying Adelina, so I suppose it’s best to choose her for that. Kiss Matilde and fuck Barbie, but ah. These questions bring on a lot of awkwardness, don’t they?”