painting the roses red.

mason king. 29. political assistant to genevieve heart. dog owner.

[masonofhearts]

“ but this is helping … hearing your voice. “ - Flora

staring down at the pile of paperwork in front of him, mason took a moment to truly debate what his next move should be. he knows that this was important, on both ends - his work needed to get done before tomorrow afternoon and the best way to ensure that happened was to finish it all right now... but being there for flora... that was also just as important. it may effect less people in the long run, but to mason it meant just as much. “do you want me to come over?” he finally asks, deciding to leave the decision in her hand. @floraa-xx

[masonofhearts]

if you could see your whole life from start to finish , would you change things? “ (phil)

There’s a moment’s pause as Mason considers the question. Would he change anything? What was there to change really? Sure he had relationships he wished could have lasted longer or maybe even ones he probably shouldn’t have ever gotten into in the first place... But none of that truly seemed bad enough to warrant needing to be changed. “I don’t think so,” he settles on answering, turning to look at his friend and noticing that Phil didn’t seem... the most enthusiastic regarding the question. “Why? What brought that on?” @theswordoftruth

[masonofhearts]

elsarendelle​:

Elsa noticed that Mason didn’t seem to say much about himself as she asked, though she decided not to push it. If he didn’t want to talk about things, she had no room to judge — after all, she was a walking example of keeping her problems to herself too much. “It went okay — the blizzard was an unexpected turn of events but — everything turned out alright in the end, I think.” Her response wasn’t as confident as she had wanted it to be, but it was the truth. Although, the council was still talking about the blizzard, and she wasn’t sure when the talks about it would finally die down. It still made her anxious just thinking about it. “But now that it’s over, I can finally … breathe for a minute, and not have to be stuck in my office as much.”

“I don’t think anyone could have expected that blizzard,” he agreed with a nod. “But you all handled it well. The second day still went on, after all. Maybe not as smoothly as you could have wished but like you said it was alright in the end.” Or at least as far as Mason knew about it all things had been fine. Sure a lot of people had been stressed, Elsa probably more so than anyone else - having to deal with it both from the business front of running winter village as well as a council member. “That’s good at least, that you can relax now. And take a break.” Glancing over at her, he gives her a knowing smile. “Or multiple of them.”

[masonofhearts]

a look at mason’s instagram. ( ft. @floraa-xx // @ncttaghcstt // @quccnofhcxrts // @dounerdebby // spades )

[masonofhearts]

quccnofhcxrts​:

Gen smirked to herself when he all but jumped on the possibility of cancelling this thing. She knew it wasn’t the most tempting offer to sit around and wait for hours though she knew Mason would do it. He did anything she asked him to. “Not really. The deal is already made, this was more to celebrate the partnership but I’m sure they’ll understand us having to cancel with the weather and all.” Genevieve would just send them something - as long as they were doted on, they’d feel good about the deal they’d made. Texted a quick message, their crisis was solved. “Thank god, I did not want to fly in this. Sorry,” Gen started, looking over at him, “you had to come all this way with me for nothing.”

Waiting for Gen to handle the situation, Mason simply nods and sits in silence for a few moments, not wanting to disrupt her. It’s not until her text is sent and she must received a return answer before he speaks up again. “It’s not problem. I don’t mind, really.” And he didn’t. It was always nice to spend time with Gen outside of the office - even if things were a bit... different between them now, what with the whole night of the blizzard and him having caught her in the middle of a lie. “Do you want me to take you back home?”

[masonofhearts]

floraa-xx​:

Flora’s eyes were as wide as they could get. The girl felt like she stepped into some sort of dream as she took everything in. Mason’s voice just barely sinking into her head enough to pull her out of the fog. “Oh! We need to get ourselves a drink. I didn’t let my hair down for nothing tonight.” She added with a cheeky grin on her face. “But I won’t be ending my year without a dance from you either.” Admiring the man beside her she just giggled to herself for a second letting her happiness sink in. 

“A drink it is,” Mason agrees with a returning grin of his own, guiding them over towards what he assumed to be the bar considering there were quite a few people already gathered in line for it. “And I wouldn’t expect anything less. Dancing with you sounds like the perfect way to end the evening and the year.” 

[masonofhearts]

theswordoftruth​:

“a bad something?” phil asks, a mix of amusement and concern taking over him. he’d always considered himself a decent singer but if mason told him right now he was terrible he’d have to re-evaluate some things. definitely start with singing a lot less. “politics isn’t working for me, so figured I’d try my hand at something new. the arts always seemed the best choice.” though he (and anyone really) would argue that painting would be what suited him better. “surprised to see you all by yourself. care for some company?”

“no, it was good,” he answers with a shrug, not having realized his friend would care so much about whether or not he considered him to be a decent singer. but then again, once mason thought about it for a moment it made sense that phil want to be thought of as decent in any form of art - even if it wasn’t his preferred style. “i’m sure the council would miss you, but you gotta follow your dreams, i guess.” chuckling at his own joke, he shakes his head a little at the ridiculousness of the thought. not that he couldn’t see phil as an artist of some kind - but he would likely never break away from his family responsibility. “i could say the same for you - though given the fact that kitty is probably even more of a social butterfly than flora, i’m actually not surprised that we both got ditched.”

[masonofhearts]

quccnofhcxrts​:

Genevieve caught sight of Mason making his way toward her, sans Flora, a hand inside of his suit jacket and she had to admit he had piqued her intrigue. “Mmhmm,” she said with a slow nod, amusement written across her features as he made quite a show of pulling a small flask out from an inside pocket. “Incredible,” Gen mused, taking the flask with an appreciative grin. “You never break a promise, do you?” The woman held promises in high regard and the people who kept them even more so. There was never a promise Genevieve made that she didn’t keep ( for better or for worse ).

“Not if I can help it,” he agrees with a small shrug, as if this had been nothing. Because really it hadn’t been. All it took was a few moments to fill the flask and stuff it in his pocket before he left the house for the event. But that didn’t change the fact that Mason had still remembered the arguably insignificant promise he’d made to her weeks prior. “I don’t know if that’ll be good in any of the drinks they provided tonight, though. I guess apparently hot chocolate isn’t a ball appropriate beverage.”

[masonofhearts]

elsarendelle​:

Elsa smiled at Mason’s response, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it to him. Glad he agreed to a coffee, she waved for him to leave her office with her. “We can just grab coffee nearby so we don’t need to drive,” she suggested as she began to leave her office beside him. “How have you been? I’ve been so busy recently, it feels like we haven’t talked much.”

Following behind her as instructed, Mason kept up the same routine as usual and waved goodbye to her secretary as they made their way further from her office and towards the exit. “Coffee nearby works for me,” he agrees with a nod, turning to offer her a grin. The truth was he hasn’t been that great - so much confusion taking over all the good things that he did have going on at the moment. But he wasn’t ready to talk about all of that quite yet. Didn’t even really know where he would start if he even wanted to. So instead he stuck with a semi-truth and raised his shoulders in a shrug. “I’ve been good. Busy but not too bad. How about you? How did everything go for you guys with the Winter Festival?”

[masonofhearts]

Checking once more across the ballroom that Flora was occupied with someone else for the moment so he didn’t have to feel guilty for leaving her behind, Mason approached his boss with one hand inside his suit jacket. “I know they have champagne and an open bar here tonight,” he starts, grinning at his friend as he pulls out of his inner pocket a flask to offer towards Genevieve. “But I did make a promise that I’d have you covered at the next event.” @quccnofhcxrts​

[masonofhearts]

As they entered the ballroom, Mason’s eyes drifted around the room as he took it all in. He was far more used to these types of events than he had been in the past, having attended so many with Gen over the years of working with her - but there was still something a bit more grand about being inside the castle compared to all the other event halls. “Do you want to dance right away or should we get a drink first?” he asks, turning his head to smile at Flora and leave the decision in her hands. @floraa-xx​

[theswordoftruth]

phil had long since lost track of his girlfriend — which, is not all that surprising to him in the slightest. kitty had a social life that was far more exciting than his own, possessing the special gift of managing to make anything and everything brighter, better and decidedly more fun. it’s this particular talent that Phil finds himself missing in her strange absence, sure he’s going to do a terrible job at faking his way through this event without her by his side. luckily, he’s able to find mason pretty early on. “i brought you a glass of champagne,” phil sings, holding out the glass to mason. “was that...festive enough?” he asks perhaps a little more seriously than he should have, as if this was somehow important. @masonofhearts

[masonofhearts]

it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that mason would just be standing off on his own - flora was off saying hello to a few friends and he’d yet to find gen or elsa - and without spades around there wasn’t really much else mason had to do or say to anyone. or at least that’s what he thought until a man comes over to him singing. it takes him a moment to realize it’s phil - mostly out of confusion as to why he decided that the champagne needed to be introduced with a song rather than the fact that half his face was hidden behind a mask. “that was... something,” he answers as he takes the glass out of his friend’s hand and lifts to his lips for a sip. “i didn’t realize you were going into music now.”

[elsarendelle]

continued from here

“You know I hate surprises,” Elsa replied as she gave Mason a knowing look, though there was a small smile present. She was always weird about her birthday and the holidays, for she always felt bad for some reason when she was unexpectedly given gifts. Though, she seemed to be the only one who didn’t expect gifts around this time of year. “But .. thank you. I don’t have anything to give you but… Could I buy you a coffee as a thank you?” @masonofhearts​

[masonofhearts]

Another chuckle at the way Elsa still claims that the gift was a surprise. As if it weren’t both her birthday and Christmas - two times of the year where almost everyone knew to expect gifts of some kind from their friends or loved ones. “Only you would consider it a surprise after all this time,” he comments before raising his shoulders in a small shrug. “You really don’t have to, but I know better than to try fighting you on it - so alright. A coffee would be nice.”

[masonofhearts]

floraa-xx​:

The tidal waves of his thoughts could be seen in nearly everything he did. Rather he was trying to best to break through them all, Flora could see the struggle. When he finally spoke she kept a small smile to her face. “You know you can talk to me right? Or someone else if you need too.” A small twist in her let her know she probably could tell him his go to person. The battle in her own head pulled a sword out too. Poking at her to keep it together. Flora trusted Mason, and Flora agreed too that what he said on his feelings for Gen where what we said. Holding her insecurity about it over his head wouldn’t do anyone any good. “I’m pretty good at this holiday stuff if you need help too.” She offered with a soft shrug of her shoulders. “I’m… here for you Mason. Or I want to be, as much as you let me. It’s okay if you’re comfortable talking with.. someone else, just.. don’t shut me out. I hate seeing you this way.. I just want to help.” 

If this were any other type of problem, Mason would have long since already opened up to Flora about it all. But... how does he begin to explain the war of emotions running through him that all revolved around his best friend and boss? Especially with the memory of Flora’s worries over Genevieve still sitting so fresh in his head. No way would he allow himself to cause her any further doubts over something that likely didn’t mean much anyway. It was just one night - they had accidently fallen asleep together and wound up cuddling, nothing had happened. And yet Mason couldn’t help but feel like something had changed. Though what exactly he couldn’t quite place his finger on. And all of the drama regarding the night he’d caught her right in the middle of a lie... well Mason didn’t even know where to begin unraveling all of that - and even if he did, it wasn’t something he felt comfortable telling anyone else, including Flora. “I’m okay, really,” he promises, only partially lying. A smile grows on his face as he reaches out to take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “I know you are. And if I need to talk about it - I will.”

[incompcrable]

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Though Genevieve knew the hangar would be open to her to wait around in with a private lounge area so no one bothered her other than the waiters carrying around complimentary champagne, the idea of waiting until the snow cleared and the private jet was de-iced was not appealing. Sighing, she glanced down at her phone to check, “they’re estimating two hours but you know how incompetence runs through their veins. It’s going to turn into four hours,” she didn’t have any doubt about that. “I’m tempted to cancel all together,” the meeting she was flying out for could have been a call which could have been an email. “Is that absolutely insane of me to do?” // @masonofhearts​

[masonofhearts]

Humming at her answer for how long it would be, Mason is about to say his offer still stands. It may be strange to just sit in the car with her for two to four hours, but he wouldn’t mind. Certainly they could find something to discuss or fill the time with. However once Gen suggests potentially cancelling, he can’t help but be on board. “Would cancelling risk anything? Is it the meeting important?” he asks, even though he’s fairly certain he already knows the answer. If it were anything of actual importance Gen would never be willing to simply cancel it. 

[anitcradcliffe]

@masonofhearts | continued from here.

Anita was focusing on perfecting the bow on the gift for Perdita, running the scissor blade along the ribbon to curl it. “Maybe a little bit.” She answered his question, a small laugh leaving her lips. “But who cares? It’s fun.” She pushed the present away, grabbing the rope toy she had bought for Pongo. “I guess it is more of a cat thing but I mean, these are dogs, I’m sure they’ll play with anything.” She began to wrap some paper around the toy, reaching to grab some tape. “We’ll just have to make sure they don’t eat it.”

[masonofhearts]

Watching Anita curl the ribbon on the gift for one of her dogs, Mason couldn’t help the amused smile that grows on his face. He should have known she’d see no issue in wrapping presents for their pets - especially if she’s willing to go as far as adding ribbons to it. Maybe he should ask her to help him fancy up some of the gifts he’d gotten for his actual friends and loved ones if she’s able to make a dog’s present look so nice. “I think we can handle that. Or, I can at least. But Spades isn’t really much of an eating things off the ground type dog.”

[masonofhearts]

“So do I make a sexy Santa or what?” - daisy

turning his head to face her, mason doesn’t even need to look twice to already know that daisy indeed would make a sexy santa. there’s not a doubt in his mind that she out of all people could pull off a non-tacky, festive look like that. “do you really need to ask that?” is all the answer he gives at first. mason almost wants to leave it at just that but is more than aware that it won’t be a sufficient enough response. “of course you do. i’m pretty sure you already know that, though.” @daisydukeduh