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@leanamoreau
Leana was never one to drink often. She usually had a couple glasses here and there with her dinner back in France. But today she felt like she needed it. The ginger shrugged off her jacket as she stepped inside the bar and made her way over to a free seat. Her brown hues landed on a blonde bar keep and she waited until the woman made her way over before speaking, “what’s the strongest thing on your shelf?” She asked curiously.
@luna-nxvak
“If you’re looking for romance novels, i’m sold out. Valentine’s Day had them flying off of the shelf. It will take a bit for me to restock.” @leanamoreau
“Oh I’m definitely not looking for those, romance novels sell you a bunch of bullshit, I’m more of a scifi fantasy fan,”
Alistair
Oh my. Where do I begin? Tall. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. The muscles. And that is just the first impression. He just looks...powerful. That is probably the more appropriate description of what I think of him in this moment.
Ivan
I can’t say that I know him that well, yet. I’ve had brief run ins with him, being a translator and all. But i’d be happy to get to know him better. He’s not terrible to look at and airs on the side of mystery since I don’t know much about him yet.
aria.
Beyond gorgeous. Honestly. A breath of fresh air. Agrees with me that men are a complicated species on many occasions. I can’t wait to get to know her better.
Gio
quel bel homme. cheveux foncés. yeux sombres. magnifique sourire. divertissant
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leanamoreau·:
She had come down to the brunch a little late, but witnessed all that had started happening to the royals before the brunch was over and the staff was left behind to clean up the mess. Leana had never been one for brunch, more of a breakfast is breakfast and lunch is lunch type of person. She began helping by handing over dishes and pulling the table cloth off of the tables before taking a rag to start wiping down. Anything she can do to help the overwhelmed maids. She looked up as she heard speaking, raising a red eyebrow as the male spoke fluent Italian, she was probably one of the few that could carry on a conversation with him. She exhaled a soft laugh, “è iniziato piuttosto divertente però … poi si è trasformato in uno spettacolo di merda,” she responded with a wrinkle of her nose, folding the rag over to a clean part.
She shrugged lightly and tucked hair behind her ear as he continued, “chi pensava che l'alcol fosse una buona idea da inventare in primo luogo?” She countered with a smile and another laugh.
The sound of the perfect Italian hitting his ears had him looking up quickly into the red head’s eyes, not only embarrassed that he had been understood but also pretty impressed that she could speak it so fluently. She didn’t look Italian, that was for sure, but he couldn’t say much as most of his appearance came from his Cuban and Colombian ancestry. It was just a shock to hear someone else speak his beautiful language in a small Russian village. Chuckling at her words, he shrugged softly. “Non avevo intenzione di dire nulla da quando li ho presi in giro tutto il giorno ma non ti sbagli.” Setting the rag down on the table, he raised an eyebrow at the girl while leaning against one of the chairs. “L'alcol può avere i suoi vantaggi. Devi solo sapere quando fermarti in modo da non farti prendere in giro da solo.”
Noticing the looks they were getting from other staff members, Gio rolled his eyes before switching back to English but only after having to think of what he wanted to ask for a second. It wasn’t as easy switching back to his second language as it should have been. “You’re not from Italy, are you? For some reason the complexion is throwing me off.”
She noted the surprise on his features when she spoke and she inwardly took pride in being able to surprise people with her talent for foreign languages. “ero in ritardo alla festa, altrimenti avrei riso anche a loro spese,” she said with a wink and a soft laugh. Leana put her own rag down, standing up straight and placing a hand on her hip as she listened to him. She raised her eyebrows and nodded, “questo è un punto giusto, signore. Tendo a bere da solo, ma di solito bevo vino,” she commented with a shrug. She noticed the looks when he did and rolled her eyes, personally she’d keep up the foreign language to confuse them but it seemed he had other ideas.
His comment made her laugh and she gave him a faux insulted look, “are you trying to say that I’m too pale to be Italian?” She asked, though she was sure her french accent would give her away immediately. “However your instincts are correct, I am not from Italy. France, born and raised. Though I did spend a couple summers in Italy and Italian was the first language that I mastered,” she said. She stuck her hand out, “Leana Moreau, and what is your name, handsome?” She asked with a friendly smile.
Open Starter.
Valentine’s Day. Scout hated every part of Valentine’s Day. Even with the world being on the brink of complete destruction, people still found it necessary to celebrate such a commercialized and corny day filled with balloons, stuffed animals, flowers, and romantic notions that made you want to hurl just thinking about it. The only good part was the chocolate. Unfortunately for the rebel guard, today she was being forced to participate in the brunch the castle was putting on for the royal children. Keep an eye out, if you will, to make sure no one did anything stupid; which, in all honesty, was kind of what she was hoping for with the little trick her best friend, Luna, had up her sleeve.
Dressed to the nines in something she normally wouldn’t be caught wearing, the young guard made her way into the room decorated from head to toe with red and pink. Things were still being set up. Food placed on tables. And a few decorations being hung, but within a matter of minutes, the doors would open and all pink and red hell would break loose between the royals. And until then, Scout would wait for someone who absolutely needed her attention, “Hey, uh, yeah. You missed a spot over here with the flower petals…can’t have an open piece of table showing, Steve. Otherwise, Valentine’s Day is going to have a new servant’s head to garnish the table…”
As a french native, one would think that Leana enjoyed the day of love. But not necessarily. It was a fake holiday. While she enjoyed sweets of all types, she didn’t think that JUST one day needed to sequestered away to freely give love and attention to someone you adore. That should be a daily, reoccuring thing. But her opinion may be one of those unpopular ones. She also didn’t believe in brunch. Again, another of those unpopular opinions. Still she dressed up in a soft peachy pink dress with heels to match and made her way to the banquet to enjoy human interaction. She had her glass of champagne in hand, ready to offer her translating needs, though she hadn’t drank the bubbly liquid yet. She wasn’t a fan of it. She rathered a rich red wine, sweet or dry, or a white wine with her meals. She heard speaking and saw a servant struggling to understand what the woman had said.
Leana bit her lip and stepped in, quickly translating what the brunette had said before he looked at the table in question. He quickly expelled gratitude in Russian before rushing off to fix what was pointed out, “he said thank you,” she said with a smile, tucking hair behind her ear as she came to stand next to the woman, setting down the full glass of champagne to fix the thin layer chiffon on her dress.
@leanamoreau
It was over, finally, most of the Royals having left to go stumble back to their rooms or wherever they wanted to do while a lot of the staff hung back to help with the clean up process. Gio wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself since he wasn’t officially on duty anymore so he had opted to help some of the maids wipe down the dining room table where there seemed to be huge messes that had built up here and there. All through the brunch he had been making little comments here and there in Italian, not really knowing who could understand him but also not really caring that much either. “Era una specie di spettacolo di merda.”
Did anyone on the staff speak Italian? He knew Zoey wasn’t fluent but could understand him most of the time when he had a slip of the tongue or he just got tired of speaking English but that was the only person he could think of that would know what he was saying. So he continued as he ran the wet rag over the beautiful dining table once the maids had taken the cloth to get it washed up. “Chi diavolo ha pensato che fosse una buona idea dar loro da mangiare alcol?”
She had come down to the brunch a little late, but witnessed all that had started happening to the royals before the brunch was over and the staff was left behind to clean up the mess. Leana had never been one for brunch, more of a breakfast is breakfast and lunch is lunch type of person. She began helping by handing over dishes and pulling the table cloth off of the tables before taking a rag to start wiping down. Anything she can do to help the overwhelmed maids. She looked up as she heard speaking, raising a red eyebrow as the male spoke fluent Italian, she was probably one of the few that could carry on a conversation with him. She exhaled a soft laugh, “è iniziato piuttosto divertente però ... poi si è trasformato in uno spettacolo di merda,” she responded with a wrinkle of her nose, folding the rag over to a clean part.
She shrugged lightly and tucked hair behind her ear as he continued, “chi pensava che l'alcol fosse una buona idea da inventare in primo luogo?” She countered with a smile and another laugh.
Drawing Room
@leanamoreau
He sat quietly near the window, his book of the village, cast off to the side as he looked at the chess board set up in front of him. It had been a couple of days since their last run in But when he had recieved a very vague, note delivered to his room. After reading it’s contents he knew for sure it had been the unnamed woman who had run into him the other day. Luckily, he had a day off sort of. He had a few meetings with some other advisor later that evening. Deciding to discuss possible alliances over drinks. So, his afternoon was free and clear for what was bound to be another entertaining extrange between himself and the woman.
A woman he knew nothing about.
Well, almost nothing. He knew she could at the very least speak a couple of languages. Had stunning red hair, with red pouted lips to match. You would think that much red would be overkill but it suited her. Davut had tried to figure out which country she hailed from. He didn’t know every royal just yet but when he descrived her in passing to a staff person. They were of little help, so she was a royal with out country. A princess with no name, he was starting to think maybe he just made her up internally. However, when his eyes landed on her form as she stood in the door way of the drawing-room. Davut knew he had not. He sat back comfortably as he watched her approach him and what looked to be a bag in her hand.
Davut stood , giving a respecful bow before pulling the chair out for her to sit in on the opposite side of the chess board. Only taking his seat once more when she was settled in her chair. “ I’m impressed. I was sure you’d come charging in her like a bull in a china shop.” he teased looking towards the small bag. “ Is that for me?”
It hadn’t taken her long to fix the mug, or much effort for that matter. Just patience waiting the whole 24 hours for the apoxy glue to set and it was as good as new. The next task had been to figure out how to ger the mug to the man it belonged to. She only knew the name Demir, she wasn’t sure if it was a first name or a surname. It only took a while to find out that he was a Turkish advisor and she was able to get a note to him for a meeting place to give him his precious item.
Then all she had to do was wait for him to be available. When she got the time and place to meet him she made sure she was ready. Leana was dressed simply in a black sweater dress and knee high boots. Long red hair cascaded down her back and her makeup was rather neutral with a nude lip and very little eye makeup. The pinnacle of her laziness if she was being honest. She grabbed the bag with the mug in it and made her way to the drawing room. Once inside she was able to spot him easily and she made her way over to him.
His comment made her smirk and she shrugged, “I needed to prove I am a lot more graceful than our first meeting, monieur Demir,” she answered as she sat in the seat he pulled out for her. Leana crossed one leg over the other, the bag settled in her lap as she looked down at the chess board. She nodded at his question, “it sure is,” she stated brightly and handed the bag over to him.
leanamoreau:
Her scoff matched his, the nerve of this man, “hm I seem to recall that you were the first one to use the word accosted after I apologized to you…therefore, you started the melodramatics, quite the diva move,” she countered with a raised eyebrow. Leana shrugged slightly as he commented on her asking him to undress, “well, you’re deceptively flat-chested, gotta see if you have a pair of breasts to rival mine under that stained shirt if you ever expect to fill out a dress properly,” she commented nonchalantly. She turned her head to look at him, “and you are claiming thag you’re the injured party here, gotta make sure that there aren’t any 1st degree burns,” she shrugged. She chuckled lightly, “well, you are more woman than I am, so you tell me? Are all women this confusing and contradictory?” She mocked, blinking over at him in faux innocence with that smirk on her red lips.
“ Let me put it this way for you, had it been the other way around. I’m sure you would have screamed bloody murder. Especially, if i so flippantly offered my apologies after spilling coffee down your blouse.” While there was still a bite to his voice, Dauvt had to admit that this particular royal was less… stuffy then her counterparts. But her continued poking now started to wear on him - regardless of how enjoyable their bantering was. Dauvt pushed off the windowsill, slowly closing the distance between them. He continued forward until his personage completely filled her vision. Hazel eyes flittered down to her lips for a moment. Before meeting her gaze once again.
“ Be honest, your not really concerned I’m burned. Are you? “ a wicked grin spread across his lips. Davut’s eyes stayed on the woman as he reached for her free hand. His thumb drew light circles on the soft skin . Before gently turning her palm up. Leaning in slowly until he was just inches away from her. Davut held this position for a few minutes. Before chuckling looking down at her hand; he placed the broken mug in her palm. Dropping the handle inside clinking as it hit the bottom.
“You’ll have to do better then this if you want to try and get me out of my clothes,” he said with a wink before standing up straight. A neutral expression taking over his features. “ I expect someone as quick as you can figure out a way to fix this. Like you said; family keepsakes our important and that,” he paused looking down at their connected hands.
“ - is important to me.” Davut released her, “ I’ll give you a week, more then enough time.”
“You know what they say when you assume, Monsieur Demir,” she hummed out petulantly. If there was anything that grated on her more it was something being assumed of her. Leana stood her ground even as the taller male closed the distance between them. He was close enough that she could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. Her light brown hues searched his face as her brows furrowed slightly when he grabbed her free hand. His hand damn near dwarfed hers and she could go back no further since she was leaned against a wall as he leaned in closer to her.
Leana smirked, “again assuming things, Demir, perhaps I might be slightly concerned,” she hummed out. She felt the cool mug get placed in her palm and heard the broken handle clink in the bottom of it. “Should be an easy fix,” she said simply with a shrug. She heard the sound of boots on floor and she looked around the tall male to see the Italian Diplomat she had been waiting for. “Infine! Signor De Santis, Signor Solokov ti sta aspettando e ti aspetta con impazienza,” she spoke to the man in perfect Italian. The male greeted her with a polite smile before entering the room where the Russian sighed out a finally in his own native tongue as the door shut.
The french woman turned her attention back to Davut, “Bonne journée, monsieur Demir,” she sighed out as she pushed away from the wall. She walked up to the door where the Italian Diplomat had walked in, hand pausing on the handle, “see you around,” she winked before disappearing inside.
Cook’s Kitchen
Ramses leaned against the counter in the staff kitchen. It was still early, so the foot traffic in this area was low to moderate. The perfect time to make himself a cup of coffee. Even after seven months, it was jarring not waking up in his small flat in Sydney. If he were home right now, he would have been sitting at his breakfast table by the window. With a cup of coffee, an egg-white omelets, and fresh berries, and the newspapes. Then he would have got his bike and took the 30 minute bike ride straight to work at his practice. While the commute was definitely shorter here- there wasn’t much for him to do. So, in lew of any medical emergencies. Ramses had spent his time, teaching interested royals some medical skills. He found he liked teaching. Maybe when it was all said and done, he would get into it. Teaching the next group of great minds to enter the medical field. A future that was far off indeed. Popping a grape in his mouth, Ramses retrieved his coffee mug. turning to find a figure standing in the entrance way, he raised a brow before nodding towards them. “The staff isn’t up yet, but I made a pot of coffee if you’d like some.” he smiled, motioning to the coffee pot behind him before taking his seat.
Leana had been up most of the night reading. It had been one of those nights where she missed her family and stayed up late talking to her oldest brother on the phone. Then she got a few hours of sleep before she just couldn’t anymore. Thus is what had her reading until the sun was just barely rising. And what led her to getting dressed and heading to the kitchens for coffee. The ginger had taken her time getting then, picking at her nails and fixing the reading glasses she had on. It was mornings like this she missed France the most. Waking up with the sun, going on a run and then ending her morning at the bakery with a fresh cup of coffee and a sweet of some sort. She had stepped into the kitchen, pausing at the doorway when she realized there was someone else there as well. She chewed on her bottom lip and tried to decide if she should interrupt him. He seemed to make that decision for her when he mentioned cofee, “that would be wonderful, yes,” she answered finally and stepped further into the kitchen. Leana grabbed a mug and filled it, putting a little bit of cream in it before taking a sip, “thank you.”
LEANA!
She could take one look at the woman and would be able to tell that she was royal. There was just something about her that screamed it. She shook her head, “oh yes, I’m fine. I feel bad for nearly bowling into you like I’m some sort of human bulldozer,” she laughed sheepishly and rubbed her pale arm. She turned light brown hues to look at the male in question before waving it off, “I’ve dealt with worse in France, the older gentlemen were particularly rude and handsy,” Leana admitted with a shrug. The redhead exhaled a deep breath, “he’s ticked off because the person he’s supposed to meet with is extremely late and I’m easy to blame for it, apparently,” she hummed lightly.
THE BLONDE SHOOK HER HEAD, clearly unfazed by the small ‘ almost ‘ accident that had been about to occur. “ it would have been no fault of yours –– at least not completely i too was rather graceless. “ which she had been, she’d been incredibly focused on the rude man who’d been ‘ talking loudly ‘ to really pay any mind to her surroundings. “ so i say we split the blame yes? “ she offered with a light smile, her brows narrowing slightly at the mention of ‘ handsy french men ‘ she’d never really had such an experience but then again any man who tried would have probably met one of her incredibly angry guards before they ever reached her. so on that front being who she was, truly was a life saver. “ well in france or russia, no WOMAN should be expected to handle such a thing. “ she paused gathering her thoughts she spoke again. “ and men love to paint us as the EMOTIONAL ones. “ clearly there weren’t many who had been in a room when men were defending their ego’s.” truly not a self aware breed are they? “ she questioned with a wiggle of her brows, her norwegian accent shining through as she spoke. “ but i’ll remember his face, and if i so happen to ‘ accidentally ‘ spill some tea the next time we meet –– well i can’t help that i’m clumsy. “
Leana hummed in thought as if considering the blonde’s suggestion, “I suppose we could share the blame, just this once,” she responded with a light smile that matched the other woman’s. She had never expected a royal to be so...kind to her? She half-expected to be berated like some sort of simpleton because of nearly bowling into them. This woman was quite the opposite. “I agree to that fact all too well, we shouldn’t have to deal with that at all,” she responded with a nod. The french woman laughed and shook her head, “well we all know women are the more intelligent and gentle of the species,” she joked lightly, “it’s a shame that they are a necessity for reproduction, hm?” the ginger winked.
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“Oh, it was an honest apology until you opened your mouth and showed your ass,” she responded bluntly with a simple shrug, she moved slightly to lean against the wall. Leana brushed some invisible lint off of her skirt and straightened the knee high boots she wore for the day. She looked at the now stained shirt and hummed lightly.
She pursed her lips, giving him a once over as if sizing him up to survey any damage to his person, “in the sake of honesty I really feel like the coffee did something to improve the shirt,” she said finally with a smirk, “and I am sincerely sorry about the mug, family keepsakes are not easy to replace.” The redhead leaned her head back, “did the coffee scald your skin? Otherwise, I fail to see where I did anything to actually injure you beyond repair — unless you want to unbutton the shirt so that we can survey the damage,” she huffed.
Demir. That was an odd last name. “Turkish?” She asked curiously, trying to place the family name. She wrinkled her nose at the mention of the guard, a royal can paint whatever picture they want and the lower class will get the blame no matter what, “nah, I think we’re both adult — and woman enough — to take care of this without guards…I already have one impatient, angry Russian, I don’t need another,” she had added the ‘woman’ part with another smirk just to goad him even more. It was rather…entertaining to ruffle his feathers.
Davut scoffed loudly, letting out an unamused chuckle. “ I showed my ass? It could not have been that genuine of an apology. Seeing as you were so quick to make me the culprit in your melodrama.”
He should have just walked away when he had the chance. But with each new word that came out of her mouth. Davut felt his irritation grow; even as her full lips lifted into a smirk as she continued to goat him? Or was this royal so bored that this was her twisted way of flirting? He almost laughed, genuinely this time. The idea alone was absurd, well maybe not completely.
Hopping up on the windowsill , he placed the broken pieces of his mug next to him. “ You know, first you want me to wear a dress. Now you want me to undress in front of you. I’m somewhat concerned that you might have hit you head running into me.” Giving her a smirk of his own; “ Are women normally this- confusing and contradictory? And yes, it is Turkish.”
Her scoff matched his, the nerve of this man, “hm I seem to recall that you were the first one to use the word accosted after I apologized to you...therefore, you started the melodramatics, quite the diva move,” she countered with a raised eyebrow. Leana shrugged slightly as he commented on her asking him to undress, “well, you’re deceptively flat-chested, gotta see if you have a pair of breasts to rival mine under that stained shirt if you ever expect to fill out a dress properly,” she commented nonchalantly. She turned her head to look at him, “and you are claiming thag you’re the injured party here, gotta make sure that there aren’t any 1st degree burns,” she shrugged. She chuckled lightly, “well, you are more woman than I am, so you tell me? Are all women this confusing and contradictory?” She mocked, blinking over at him in faux innocence with that smirk on her red lips.
It had been a long day so far. Odd seeing as how it had only really just started for her, but Leana didn’t focus on the details of the whole thing. All she knew was she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, so to speak, and she felt it. Even as she sat across from the person she was to be translating for she could feel her eyebrow ticking and the beginnings of a migraine tickling at her temples. The man was entirely impatient that not everyone was in attendance and he was making his displeasure known, much to her annoyance. She raised her hands in mock defense, “они должны быть очень скоро, держись,” she spoke to them calmly though it masked her raging ire perfectly. Leana stood from her seat, “позвольте мне проверить их прибытие,” she offered with a gentle smile and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked out, nearly ramming into someone in the process, “so sorry about that,” she stammered out, righting herself and looking at the person she nearly assaulted.
Knock, set it down, leave. Knock, set it down, leave. Knock… Zoey was reciting what was expected of her as she made her first official delivery to the Russian Prince. She’d found that she’d been extra skeptical with the piping of the icing. Having removed it several times before settling on classic star tip instead of the Ateco 823 she was used to gravitating towards. She could pipe perfectly with her eyes closed so the imperfections she thought she’d seen was definitely all in her head. Box secured in her hands, she found her mind straying– wondering if he’d take a liking to the flavour combination she’d chosen to go with. Ginger spice, not too exotic like the Guava flavour she’d been contemplating on trying and not too safe that he wasn’t trying something new. She’d just rounded the corner when a body, of the same build and frame as hers, almost knocked into her. Causing her to protectively clutch onto the box with a gasp. The last thing she needed was these bad boys taking a tumble to the ground. “You’re good.” She breathed, the relief evident in her tone. “Luckily we seem to both have quick enough reflexes.”
Leana held a hand over her chest, she wouldn’t have been able to forgive herself if she’d ruined whatever was in the box. “Luck seems to be shining on you today, did those take a long time to create?” She asked curiously, motioning to the box in her hand. The french woman was not unfamiliar with what sweets from a bakery looked like. She had quite a sweet tooth to be honest. “Can I help you find anything or where you need to take those?” She asked curiously. Mr. Solokov could wait a little longer for all she could care.
Madelaine Petsch photographed by John Russo for Gio Journal 2018
