blood // water

"This is my last time," she said as she faded away.

[ofrebelsouls]

ethanhqs​:

Ethan, honestly, would of probably offered to share with her first - if he wasn’t slightly occupied with the initial panic of being caught. “That feels like a fair trade.” He replied, moving over on shingles to leave room for Rhiannon. Holding his hand out towards her so she had something to hold onto as she climbed her way out the window. Even if he wasn’t working, he was always protecting the people around him. At this point, it was second nature. He had to put others first. “It’s always better with someone else anyway.”

.

Rhiannon had perched halfway between the window and roof, fingers gripping the ledge to wait for his invitation. It was too easy to reach out and grip the offered hand and make a somewhat unsteady trek to where he sat. She took a seat beside him and stretched her legs out. “Isn’t that the truth. I haven’t had one since before I left home.” 

[ofrebelsouls]

wtfimogen​:

“Is it ?” She questioned. Mostly because she was still bitter for being stuck in this place. No part of her wanted to be here. Knowing that her life will always be out on the road, performing. Not in some isolated castle in Russia, forced to interact with royals who will always have more power than her. And maybe she was taking her frustrations out on this stranger, just a little bit. Luckily for her - despite her parents trying very hard to discredit her worth - she was still a princess. And being royalty came with the benefits of the world allowing them to be a little rude. “I’m not asking you to train my horse for free.” She added, her eyebrows raising as she looked the girl up and down. “ - I’ve never even been on a horse." 

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“Point being, I don’t think anyone’s particularly thrilled about this development.” And the last thing Rhiannon ever had patience for was whining royals who couldn’t seem to get their act together. “And I’m not asking for a free concert. We’re in the same damn boat. No one’s asking for a free concert. You’re not asking me to train a horse, yet here we both are.”

The concept of everyone being human and equal seemed to elude some people; cut their arm open and their blood was the same. 

[ofrebelsouls]

claireedarby​:

There was a glare on Claire’s face as she stood in front of her bookstore, ignoring the crowd that was gathering behind her as she took in the shattered store window. It had been an accident, the result of bringing in a new bookshelf on her own, but that didn’t mean she was pleased. She stood there with her arms crossed at her chest, taking in the glass that scattered the sidewalk. This was not what the woman wanted to be dealing with. Now she was stuck sealing the window until she could replace the glass, her only saving grace being that it wasn’t Winter. Still….the cold was coming on quickly. “If you get cut on the shards of glass, I’m not going to be held accountable for your own stupidity,” she pointed out as someone got too close.

Rhiannon’s browsing was brought to a screeching (or rather a shattering) halt when the telltale sound of glass falling on the floor caught her. Her hands patted her form until she remembered the work gloves that often hung from the back pocket of her jeans and she tugged them on. 

“No worries. These are leather work gloves,” she responded as she used her teeth to secure them around slender wrists. “Need some help?”

[ofrebelsouls]

giodmarco​:

Gio wasn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday but he did have one tradition that he liked to keep to. Every year he tried to make it a point to do something that he had never done before, to break out of his comfort zone, and most of the time September first was a day to remember. But this year it was hard to find something that sounded appealing while being stuck in a remote Russian town. There wasn’t much he hadn’t done. Sighing as he sat in the drawing room, he turned to the person sitting near him, his expression contemplative. “How do you feel about tattoos? Think there would be a good artist in the village?”

Rhiannon hadn’t put much thought into her own birthday. Granted, it was pretty far off...

Actually, now that she’d put some thought into it, it wasn’t too far away. Days seemed to melt together until she wasn’t sure what day was which, only that it ended in ‘y’. 

Her existential crisis could come later. As of now, she had to focus on her task at hand. 

“I’ve got a few,” she submitted in response to the question asked. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip. “There could be. Have you got any?”

[ofrebelsouls]

wtfimogen​:

This was so unfair. Imogen shouldn’t be here. She should be finishing a international summer-long tour. It’s what she owed her devoted fans. Plus, music had always been her escape. Going on stage and telling her story in the only way she knew how was the only way Imogen could get some sense of normalcy. How she could stop feeling like the whole world was looking down on her and her wavering health. With the princess locked away in some palace in Russia - she was just playing into the narrative her parents made for her. That she was weak and unable to be fully independent  It was just a small heart attack after all. The twenty-six year old had far worse over the years. This whole ordeal was a huge overreaction.

With her guitar strapped to her back, not even done unpacking, Imogen went straight to the music room. After a month in the hospital, too weak to even hold up her instrument, she was desperate to just sit, vent, and clear her mind from this whole tragedy. Imogen sat in a chair, taking her guitar out of the case and began tuning the strings when she noticed she wasn’t alone. “Do you know how much people pay to see me play…?” She questioned, blindly strumming a few chords. “…Sort of feels unfair you’re getting a free pass, don’t you think ?”

Rhiannon hadn’t spent much time in the palace as of late, not unless it was to sleep. Wandering the halls hadn’t been one of her normal things to do, not until she’d ended up outside the music room. Earlier, she’d fooled around with the piano and remembered some lessons pounded into her head as a child. 

Heart and soul, I fell in love with you Heart and soul, the way a fool with you, madly Because you held me tight And stole a kiss in the night 

Except now, it appeared as though she wasn’t alone. Some royal strummed out a guitar and looked up at her. “Well, people used to pay to have me train them and their horses. We’re stuck in the same damn boat, aren’t we?”

[lanahannahbananarama-deactivate]

[ofrebelsouls]

lanahannahbananarama​:

Phoebe Tonkin

[ofrebelsouls]

crownprince-alistair​:

Alistair listened to the woman list her reasons, his smile soon turning into light laughter. “You’re listing all of that like it’s the worst crimes to commit. It wouldn’t even get you a scolding in a decent party.” He mused. He’d lie if he said he hadn’t done at least half of it. “You’d at least have to get completely drunk, maybe get into a fight, or streak around the ballroom until someone finally pays attention.”

“No, these are just really big faux pas in general society. I’d be down to start a fight. I’m in heels, I’d probably give someone a run for their money,” she joked with a small snort. Streaking wasn’t her game, not without a ton of alcohol, mostly whiskey. Whiskey had always had a bit of an aphrodisiac effect on her, it seemed. 

[ofrebelsouls]

ethanhqs​:

These days, it was pretty rare for Ethan to have an entire day off. Since he arrived in Russia, he worked tirelessly to make up for the fact that he left his ailing mother back in England. It hurt that he couldn’t be with her - especially now that it seems like she is getting worse each day - but he was the only person in his house bringing in money. He had to keep working for his family’s sake. 

Except for today. For the first time in months, Ethan had the entire day to himself. He slept in, surfacing from his room - far past noon. Then made his way to his isolated spot on the back end of the castle. So far - he had been able to get away with sitting outside on the roof and smoking without getting caught by a royal or his boss. That was - unfortunately - till now. Ethan pulled out his hand-rolled joints - always preferring the home-grown approach to getting high - and lit one up. He got in a few drags before hearing the window open behind him.

It was pretty obvious what he was doing up here. The smell giving it away. But Ethan still tried to hide the cloud of smoke. Waving his hand in front of him. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Rhiannon wasn’t sure what brought her to the roof that night, but she enjoyed it every now and again. Normally, her favorite place to be alone was the barn. After hours, it was a ghost town. Save for, of course, the radio playing on low and a few horses settling every now and then. Maybe a chuff or two, if she paid attention. 

“I won’t tell if you share,” she commented, nodding to the joint. 

Yet the night air felt a little too inviting up there. 

[ofrebelsouls]

crownprince-alistair​:

“What a wonderful way to descripe alcohol.” Alistair complimented the other, yet a smile remained on his face. It was almost controversial, yet polite- just the way many people here were taught to talk. “How would you get thrown out of an event like this? Abandon the whole idea of masks- let’s assume everyone knows everyone- what kind of steps would you take to achieve the goal?”

Alcohol was called liquid courage for just that reason. Anyone could be anybody with it. Awkward became smooth, quiet became loud, shy became bold. “Well, I’d probably start by inserting myself into random conversations, I’d probably then get up on some stage to make a toast. Hit on someone. Hook up with someone taken in a closet,” she listed off, shuffling a bit of hair over her shoulder. “How about you?”

[ofrebelsouls]

doctorjansen​:

Ramses eyes flittered down to the bloody rag in her hand. At the very least it looks  clean. “ That and the amount of blood you’re coating that rag in , yes.”  Moving away from the bookcase, he turns fully towards her now. His search for the lost book placed on hold for the moment. “ Go ahead and have a seat on the examination table.” he said smiling. Ramses made quick work washing his hands at the sink. Once he was done and gathered all the material he pulled up his chair gloved his hands and got to work. As he pulled away the rag, brows furrowed at how deep the wound was. “It’s a pretty clean cut. How did this happened exactly?”

Rhiannon did as asked, her long legs dangling from the table. “I work in the stables and I was cutting open twine on the hay bales. Knife slipped on a stubborn knot and sliced me open,” she admitted. She kept her hand below her heart and winced a bit as he looked it over. “I had just sharpened my knife. I overcompensated from when it was dull for a while.”

[amazingyoungwomen]

[ofrebelsouls]

huntercrawfcrd​:

The voice coming from somewhere behind him caught his attention, and Hunter abruptly turned around. For whatever reason, the prince hadn’t noticed her presence there before. He stared at her with his eyebrows furrowed, deep expression lines showing in his forehead. “Have you been here for long?” he wondered, and his tone was uncertain, almost as if he talked to a voice in his head, or had just stumbled upon a ghost. Then, he cleared his throat. “But yeah. I guess you’re right about it,” he nodded. “I’m not even sure I paid full attention to the story I was told.”

Rhiannon let out a snort at his words. Part of her wondered just how long she could have kept up the facade, but the other part of her felt a little better actually saying something. “In the room? Probably twenty minutes or so. In the palace? Lot longer than twenty minutes,” she responded. 

[ofrebelsouls]

widcwed-rasa​:

Rasa thought about the question. “Well, I think I might have already had some of the high-end caviar they have out there, and none of it has made me think any higher of it,” she shrugged her shoulders. “I feel they all taste more or less the same, and I’m not a fan of the texture,” the princess made a face. As she considered the food she’d eaten that night, her conclusion was easy. “Actually, can I vote on the champagne for my favorite thing so far? Because that’s the best,” she chuckled.

“Your palate is far more refined than mine.” Rhiannon missed simpler foods, even with a plate of blinis. What happened to good old macaroni and cheese? Ribs? Was all of it a dying art or were people too uppity to fully enjoy it. “I’d allow it. The champagne is pretty good, as far as champagne goes.” 

[ofrebelsouls]

Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you.

“I lost my number. Could I have yours?”

[ofrebelsouls]

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Manticorn:  What does your muse fear?

“Losing my family. That’s my biggest fear. Especially while I’m not there.”

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

“That I caught my best friend’s dad cheating on her mom with her sister.” 

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

“Yes. It’s what keeps my family business running.”

[ofrebelsouls]

Pegasus, Thunderbirds, Unicorn

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Rhiannon let out a bit of a chuckle of disbelief. “I’m actually scared to death of heights. Does that count?”

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

“Honor is by far one of the most important things.” 

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

“Pride. They say it goes before the fall, but who knows.”

[hedakylo]

Mythical Creature Ask Meme

Send a mythical creatures & I will respond to the corresponding question!

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Centaur: Has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

Chimera: Does your muse tend to be aggressive?

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?

Hippogriff: Does your muse have a high level of self worth?

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?

Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Nymph: How does your muse connect to earth?

Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Pixie: How does your muse tend to get into trouble?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

Sphinx: How does your muse value loyalty?

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous?

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Wraith: How does your muse connect to the afterlife?