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;ooc. i have been exponentially inactive lately due to winter guard practice and general stress due to school / etc. unfortunately my muse for anaïs has been shoved back in favor of old muses that i’m sort of maybe reviving from da dead so for the time being i’ll be roleplaying as c.c. from (the most feels-slaying anime ever frick) code geass here.
also if anyone would like to watch my last performance ♡♡ u v u
;ooc. i have been exponentially inactive lately due to winter guard practice and general stress due to school / etc. unfortunately my muse for anaïs has been shoved back in favor of old muses that i'm sort of maybe reviving from da dead so for the time being i'll be roleplaying as c.c. from (the most feels-slaying anime ever frick) code geass here.
also if anyone would like to watch my last performance ♡♡ u v u
❛ ♛ ┆▌ So weary; very tired as lethargy settles in her bones. Please don't mind if she accidentally— dozes off on you.
❛ ♛ ┆▌ She is spooked— very much so as tiny form hurries along the dimly-lit sidewalk. She has little means of protecting herself with such a petite personage and the only formidable weapon she possesses on her is a canister of water that's surely abled to bruise another. Footsteps behind her…? A spike in her pulse and she struggles to maintain her composure. An acceleration of rhythm that struggles to match hers and she is terrified with the grim notions that cloud her mind. They're getting closer, she thinks, and she is far too young to be—
The girl queen pivots with amazing speed. The suspense slays her as she hurls her canister behind her defensively, eyes shut tight as rapid German is fired like bullets from burgeoned lips.
fanmix challenge » types of characters (1/?)
Watch Her Rise: a prelude of ‘watch me conquer’, a mix for rising monarchs and their sacrifices made for power and glory
Gnossienne No.1, by Erik Satie
❛ ♛ ┆▌ "Ah... It seems like there are many who are bitter over the fourteenth...?" The girl queen is genuinely perplexed, the attempt to better understand sour sentiments apparent within fair visage. "I mean... I don't believe that Valentine's day has to be particularly about couples and romance. Wouldn't it also be in spirit to show affection for your dear ones as well--?"
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ᴛʀᴏᴍᴘᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇs | ( corvussiin. )
How unladlylike society would aghast if they knew that the daughter of the minister at said time had been snogging with a mere dressmaker. They had been standing in a lone corner, masks off; a very rule that had been broken (which one was very much forbid to take their masks off have it been the setting was in a masquerade party) — hands tangling in each other’s hair — longer and calloused hands of the dressmaker threaded in golden locks while the lady herself attached herself deeper — with curves fitting into his own figure. She was beautiful — what daughter of the richest man in the land wouldn’t be? Although, had he no care for this fine lady. She was another pretty face — she was never the girl from his dream thus she served no importance for himself -- a figure to satisfy his contentment and eagerness. It was nothing more than a false romance — probably for him, but not for the girl.
Having kissed and being kissed for God knew how long — being that time had no significant when one was too in depth with false romance, the man pulled away first; the girl whined.
"Julius, why so?"
She had questioned him, and he knew what she’d wanted was more — oh so very more than this. A few secret meetings here and there had been deduced between the two; the man was no stranger to the minister’s manor after all, and the Taylors were very much accustomed to the Minister’s family. Julius smiled — one that would warm the girl’s heart into puddles of mess — a charm that he knew God had blessed him with. “Ah, but Lord forbids me from having our affair being known to public. What if father dearest know? The Minister wouldn’t be too happy — Viktor would probably be the best suitor would he not? After all, I am just a humble dressmaker, nothing more of that” A smile, an index finger coiling the smoothness of her lock - then gently tugging her hair as he knew how the damsel had loved a little forcefulness in their share. But nonetheless he pulled away.
“And thus, I bid you fare-thee-well…” He held the girl’s hand then gently placed his lips on her gloved hand — and then the dressmaker was gone; he paced his long legs off from their lone corner that was hers alone now; hands busying themselves tying the black mask that was worn before. Anonyminity shall remain as he disappeared in between crowds.
The cold air was much more inviting and pleasant than a woman’s perfume. Having gentle winter wind brushing against his face refreshed him; probably made him feeling cleansed by all sins that had he done. And he had moved out of the manor, hiding in between the expanse of the beautiful wintry garden. Of course, leaves were long fallen and swept off; but the garden did remain as lovely as he ever remembered. Casual stroll was taken and his mask were long forgotten in the comforts of his coat pocket (he would wear it once again, having being inside later on). But as there weren’t any presence besides his own, he shan’t be bothered.
And he was wrong perchance — about his being on his own as having felt a figure colliding into him. Julius’ had his voidless thoughts fixated on the new attention that he’d gotten from the action before, turning and finding a girl; long familiar blonde locks crowning her head. Had Katherine been following him — now that would only be peeving himself then — but fortunate was it that it hadn’t been her, but a damsel that wasn’t close to familiarity. “No no, there wasn’t any harm done. Are you alright, my lady? My deepest regret for standing in your way.” He’d replied her; concern masking his tone, before attention being fixated elsewhere — the rip in her dress. He frowned. Such lovely dress; how very unfortunate of her to have a long tear in her gown. Julius coughed, clearing his throat then.
”Again I deeply apologize miss, but — is that not a tear in your dress?” He paced closer and peered down the hem of her clothing. “Aah, it is. Again, I apologize — but if you would worry about it I shall fix it for you. I am a but a mere dressmaker after all. It was my own fault and thus I shall not mind if you would want me to fix it — “
❛ ♛ ┆▌ The faintest of rose graced her cheeks in response to his concern, already abashed at being discovered with such indecency in such girlishly innocuous eyes. Acicular digits interlaced briefly with one another as she drew back-- once, twice-- to increase the distance between them, if not for a little repose in breath. He had caught her off guard and stolen whatever air was stored in her lungs. The stranger carries a naked visage, masquerade accessory concealed from sight and with that stark detail: her eyes are free to roam. The girl queen lifts her chin at an artful angle precise between curiosity and warranted wariness, eyes raking over the fine planes and angles before settling in finality on his dark, starless hues.
Her memory is acute, and this man is not one close to her memories-- her current one. It seems, however, that he had briefly recognized her in the moment of collision-- eyes wide with assumed recognition, a name on the tip of his tongue-- before delving promptly into apology.
How curious.
"I am-- fine. I'm afraid your concern is much redundant, sir," she murmurs lightly. "Although I admit to being merely shaken from such... startling meetings." A soft smile curves upon burgeoned lips in wane of apology, fingers interlacing once more in routine. The air has suddenly turned humid, evoking a darker hue to her cheeks, and she is embarrassed to be caught so candid without a moment of preparation-- a moment to compose herself the way she strings along others. "The fault is more with I." She is always quick to beg pardon-- another habit irredeemable within the young girl queen. "Ah-- I should have been paying more attention as to where I was going."
His next statement catches her off-guard and she has to pause for a moment-- mossy hues that once teetered to his gaze now following it-- before constructing the proper reply. "--Oh! I... suppose it is." A slender hand raises toward rosy lips in response, as if it could cover the flaring distress of her thoughts. "It's-- nothing that you should concern yourself about, sir, please. The evening is still rather young, the music still mirthful, and I'm certain you have far more entertaining affairs to attend to."
…But how disheveled she feels!
A moment's pause: wait for it. "B-But if you do not mind, monsieur." Her voice is soft-- mellifluous-- as she speaks with a final acceptance. I would be forever grateful and-- terribly in your debt." Her chagrin boils down to a simmer and she shuffles towards a lone bench carved of stone, meticulously placed beneath the bare branches of a great, sprawling tree that must have once flourished proudly within the center of the hedge maze. Hands smoothed out the skirt of her dress before weaving together in her lap. "Ah... I have to say, monsieur, you do not strike me as a dressmaker. I would have never imagined, if I may be frank."
/CLINGS/ yes your right booby has feel lonely — i feel incomplete without a left booby. skdfjshfksdf take ur time with it don’t worry vuv i still remember the thing
;ooc. currently working on the thing now i promise jesus frick am i terrible with replies hhh. u////u it has been so very weird walking around with one boob do u feel
╰♗╮ ⇢ “Oh that sounds troubling.”
❛ ♛ ┆▌ ”It really can be...! School has unfortunately taken up most of my time lately and now I have hardly any time for myself." A soft sigh; the semblance of a pout curving on her lips.
corvussiin said: MY LEFT BOOBY SKJFHS
;ooc. heLLO RIGHT BOOBY I AM DEARLY SORRY FOR DELAYING MY REPLY FOR THE PAST MONTH OR TWO (im pretty sure it's been two months oh my god *kowtows at ur feet)
❛ ♛ ┆▌ "I'm alive-- though merely busy, I promise!"
⊰ ❦ ⊱ ;; “Merci beaucoup.” Jacques laid his smaller plate down onto the cloth-covered table. A soft breeze blew, the fabric rubbing against his pants and ruffling whatever’s not pinned down. A wide smiled crossed the previously irked Executioner’s face, cheek pressed against a palm. “What are you doing on this chilly day, mademoiselle? If I’m instilling nervousness into you, please, I only chastise my men when they misbehave. Shall I call on a waiter to attend to whatever need you may have?” Again, the pair walked by, and Jacques gave a glower, sticking his spoon and scooping up a lone shrimp. They fled as soon as they caught his fiery glare again. “They don’t learn,” complained Jacques. “I should impale them. What do you think?”
❛ ♛ ┆▌ Spidery lashes flutter as she blinks, slender legs crossing out of habit as stray locks of flax ruffle with the breeze. The smile that spreads like butter upon her companion's face does some to ease her nerves. His demeanor has changed from that of a moment ago and it softens the terse air she'd carried with her. "I was merely strolling around," she answers in soft dulcet. "I hope you don't do so as often, monsieur. You can be quite intimidating when otherwise." The girl queen holds no contempt in her words but a mild inquisitiveness in her observation. "--And, I'm fine, it's no need, really. Water would be fine, if anything. I don't want to impose on any hospitality." An idle wave of her hand, as if to dismiss the notion before his next words snatch her attention-- subsequently piquing further curiosity.
The girl queen doesn't think he's serious; his casual countenance would suggest otherwise. "But then wouldn't they be of less use as corpses?" she banters lightly.
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