✘｡— therefore i'm mr. misty-eyed;

❝ MOST young k i n g s get their heads cut off. ❞ – basquiat

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T E X T: C A R L O T T A

Carlotta: ok so here's the thing

Carlotta: I have way too much time on my hands here I'm dying of chronic boredom

Carlotta: So I want to learn an instrument

Carlotta: Can you teach me something

Carlotta: anything

Ali: that'll be the blind leading the blind haha

Ali: have you tried youtube?

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gwenllicn:

“ now you’re just gonna make me blush. ” gwen lets out with a tinkling laugh, waiting for the other to give her an answer. when the boy affirms the coast should be clear she lifts her free arm towards the air in celebration, her grin wide. “ then to the kitchen we go ! and if we do run into your guards we can always offer them some ice cream, it might help your case. ”

❝ wasn’t my intention, honestly. just wanted to commend you on your kindness, though i’m sure you’re already aware. ❞ he says, a gentle smile toying at his features. he hopes he doesn’t turn out to be wrong in his guess, but he figures there’s only one way to find out. ❝ you really think they’d settle? well, it has been a while since i’ve ran off, maybe the initial anger has worn off. –– what’s your favorite flavor, by the way? ❞

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ahh i'm currently out of town, but i'll be back in a few hours when i get home !!

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text 💬 everyone

lailani: why see the world when you can taste it??

lailani: (haha take the hint / make some food)

lailani: please 😊😊😊

ali: uh, are your legs broken ? your hands ?

ali: why do i have to do it ? 👀

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anjaisms:

❝ yeah, i agree. it can sometimes feel like suffocating. ❞ she nodded. ❝ i mean, if you’re not up to talking about it, don’t feel the need to. but if you ever do feel like it, i’m here. ❞

❝ it’s weird, though. everyone else seems to kind of enjoy the fact that they have someone basically following them twenty four seven. ❞ he mused. ❝ thanks, anja, i appreciate it. and the same goes vice versa, you know? anytime you ever need something, i’m your guy. ❞

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gwenllicn:

“ of course not, i wouldn’t lie to you. ” she affirms, placing a hand over her heart as if to show just how sincere she was being. at his question gwen’s entire face lights up, the prospect of getting ice cream entirely appealing.  “ really ? oh, you’re a doll ali. ” the girl grins, giving his arm a squeeze.  “ — wait ! that’s where i sent your guards when they came looking for you. do you think they’re still in there ? ”

❝ this is exactly what i meant when i said you’re a saint, gwen. ❞ he says fondly. at the mention of his guards, ali pauses, because she did mention earlier that’s where she had sent them. he ponders before settling on an answer. ❝ i doubt they're still there. they're on a man hunt, so they're not going to look in one place for long. i think we should be fine. ❞

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anjaisms:

❝ yeah, i get it. it’s also weird because i’m not that used to having a bodyguard still. i think it takes some getting used to. ❞  anja nodded and gave him a sad smile.  ❝ well, if it takes you more than five minutes and you feel like you wanna talk about it, i’m here. ❞

❝ you’re right on that one. though, their tendency to be overbearing doesn’t make the adjustment all that easy. ❞ he admits. ❝ even if it’s six minutes and a second? truthfully, it’s a little laughable. i’m probably better off taking it to the grave. ❞

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scbcstian:

it’s well past midnight, the majority of russia along with the setting sun has long since succumbed to the temptation of sleep - even a vast chunk of the russian night life already winding down for the night - when sebastian returns to the warmth of catherine palace. he’s rumpled beyond recognition; his button down creased and missing nearly half its buttons, hangs off his shoulders and his hair is mused to the point where it’s sticking up in several directions. he takes the moment of peace to calm his rapid breathing, peeking out the window to ensure he lost the hoard of girls. the absence of screams is surely a good sign. “oh shi–” the sound of approaching footsteps has him spinning around. clearly he’s not the only one still awake. “uh, buenas noches.” he offers, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

ali, like many nights before this, wasn’t able to sleep. due to the ball and catching up with his family, his sleep schedule was in complete ruins. he’d tried just lying down, he tried reading, he even tried counting sheep. but alas, he was still awake, and still wired. that night, though, to try to ease his mind, he thought walking around the palace would be a good idea. he’d been ten minutes into his voyage when he saw a familiar figure. ❝ sabahul khayr, rather. ❞ ali responds, taking in the other gentleman’s appearance, and not trying to hide his amusement as he did. ❝ either you had a really good night, or you picked a fight with the wrong guy. feel free to argue your case, though. i’m all ears, my guy. ❞

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gwenllicn:

“ well, i can tell you with absolute certainty that was definitely not the most boring story of my life. ” gwen lets out in a laugh as his tale comes to a finish, allowing him to lead them around the castle. “ in fact, the only downside is that now i want ice cream. ”

❝ are you sure you aren’t just saying that to make me feel better? ❞ following her last sentence, an idea immediately comes to his head. ❝ want to go see if the kitchen has anything? granted, i had to make an escape to get some that’s good, but it’s still ice cream all the same. ❞

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adclia:

“ah, that is a common misconception my darling ali, but you must choose the badass life back. it can’t be an unrequited love, or else both you and the badass life will be miserable. it’s very messy. good, i want your weirdness to have a huge ego. that’s my only goal.” adelia reached up and ruffled ali’s hair. “oh? i love you? i guess you can believe that if you want.” she teased. “you’re inviting me? you’re too kind, thank you so much, ali. i’m glad you say that, because that little saying will get you through anything. i’m like jesus, but cooler.” 

❝ even if i’m not cut out for it? i can’t be a badass and a square at the same time, i’ll have to pick one somewhere down the line. i can only fake it for so long. if you want me to get a huge ego, you’re going to have to compliment me 24/7, even if they aren’t true. that’s how celebs get them, right? ❞ he scrunches his face up at her, but does the same in turn. ❝ quite possibly, or just my weirdness. yeah, don’t see why not. you might hit it off with my bodyguards more than i have, i’m sure they’ll love your company. i’ll just sit in the background and watch it all happen. cooler than jesus? don’t let the press hear you say that, that’s how the beatles got in trouble fifty years ago.  ❞

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anjaisms:

❝ i know what you mean, sometimes being around so many security guards can be kind of overwhelming, ❞ anja sympathized. she frowned when he said that he had it all together when he clearly didn’t. ❝ are you sure? you can talk to me if you’d like, i’m a good listener. ❞   

❝ definitely. a guy can’t even make an ice cream run without feeling like he just broke a law or something. ❞ he rambled, slightly frustrated from his predicament. ❝ i’ll be fine, really. give me about five minutes, i’m sure i’ll be over and done with it. ❞

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vclerios:

their camaraderie was something that valerio couldn’t help but cherish, a friendship that he would start and end a war for – he knew that ali was one of the few individuals on this earth that earned his empathy, that managed to attain an undying loyalty that others must have thought him incapable. his smile is only so bright because valerio attempts to mirror ali’s own, a pretty, open grin that shows the two rows of perfect white, catching the light and making his smile bitingly sweet. his body moves with a practiced ease as he moves towards the male, and it isn’t long before he’s draped one of his long arms across the broad expanse of ali’s shoulders, a broadness that contrasted the narrow slightness of ali’s hips. ‘mm, well, we both know i don’t always tend to be nice.’ his smile slips into a knowing smirk as he presses his forehead to ali’s temple, his next words being spoken in their shared space, ‘oh, you’re going to pay, are you? prince ali taking me out on the town, a proper date?’ he raises his eyebrows, and rests his free hand over his chest, his voice rising in drama, ‘trying to get in my pants, your majesty? i would hope you’d be slightly more subtle.’

there were very few that ali would go to the ends of the earth for, and valerio was one of those people. he didn’t think it was possible for him to care so much for a person, but alas, here he was. caring. everything he felt about val was something straight out of a nicholas spark’s novel. but it’s not like ali was ashamed of it, or anything. as cliche as it sounded, and probably is, valerio was essentially his lifeline. with that being said, he’d do anything for him no matter what, and without question. they weren’t blood brothers, but they might as well had been.  ❝ wouldn’t kill you to work in a bit more compassion into your repertoire, would it? ❞ he turns his head slightly to get a better look of val from his peripheral, something that resembles a smirk toys at his features. ❝ sure am, your highness. i want to make you feel special and wanted and all that jazz. everything’s on me. however, this also doesn’t mean pick the most expensive thing on the menu just to annoy me. –– and don’t say you won’t, because i know you. ❞ he lets out a laugh, the smirk that was on his face for a few mere seconds has turned back into the huge smile it was just moments ago. ❝ might as well, right? i’m probably the only one around here that you haven’t made a pass at. am i not handsome enough? should i compliment your boyish good looks more often? guide me in the right direction to win your affections.  ❞

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kaidev:

“definitely. i mean, i say we pitch it and make millions. it’s only the right thing to do. in the event that we do jinx ourselves, at least we’ll be stars.” he said. “there’s a ton of loopholes, though, if you think about it. i’m not speaking out of experience here or anything … no way … but, like, there’s a ton of exits that aren’t monitored. it’s super easy to slip out one of those, in case you ever need another ice cream run.”

❝ imagine that: royalty, but also screenwriters. weird combination, but at the same time, i think it could work. i would say it’d bring in extra money for me, but i’ll probably just end up donating it all because i don’t really need it. ❞ he added. ❝ all this time i’ve been here, and i’m just now finding out about unmonitored exits? i think i need to step my rebellious side up. especially since it’s been pointed out to me multiple times that i’m slacking in that department. ❞

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mcniques:

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from the very moment monique laid eyes upon him, ali shah was the one person in the entire castle that made her wish that she was more. she wished that she was more social, more attractive, more of everything. she wanted to be everything he could have wanted, but she never could imagine ever living up to her imaginary standards. for months, she was almost certain that he was glancing at her just before she would longingly stare at him. unfortunately, the caribbean beauty had little to no experience with romance and couldn’t tell if she was looking into things or not. over the past few weeks, she had stepped up her advances, leaving the prince short notes and doodles, anything to coyly confess her affection.

 as the cold months came to smother out the warm breezes and bright days, the more monique found herself growing restless. she made an effort to speak with him more, to try her hardest to win his attention, and it seemed like it was working. somehow, the brunette had convinced ali to venture out into the cold, frozen wasteland that lay rest outside of the palace, a marvelous feat that she couldn’t have been more excited about. she had asked him to meet her in the courtyard, hoping to avoid the wondering glances that would have been passed their way had they walked out together. bundled up from head to toe in thick, warm winter wear, the brunette sat beside the fountain. black, curly hair and the dark red coat that covered her body were both stark contrasts to the pale grey and white that blanketed the world around her. puffs of snow flew up into the air as she kicked at the white ground while patiently waiting. for a brief moment, she pondered whether or not she had made a mistake in asking him to join her. perhaps it was the cold that nipped at her bottom that made her uneasy, or maybe, just maybe, it was the nagging fear of rejection that made her stomach churn.

there was something about her, something that ali couldn’t put his finger on. he’d seen plenty of girls both in his life, and around the castle, but none of them struck a reaction the way monique did. he could look at her for hours and be captivated by even the smallest things she did. he could only hope that maybe, just maybe, she shared his sentiments. he wasn’t girl dumb, at least, not completely; he’s had his fair share of relationships in the past, but ali was never all that great at reading signals. from their interactions so far, he wanted to think that he wasn’t reading into it and seeing something that wasn’t there, but he didn’t want to form any conclusions just yet. in all honesty, he wanted to be everything she wanted, and then some. even if she hadn’t aided his crush with her notes ( that he secretly saved ), he still would have hoped that one day he could be something to her.

winter came in a rush. there were no warnings, no memos, nothing. but it wasn’t like ali was complaining; he always loved the colder season, and the little weather shifts that came along with it. to make it better, monique had invited him to share the moment with her. he dressed himself in several layers to conserve heat, all while trying to make it seem like he put forth an effort to look nice for her, which in the end just consisted of him dressing entirely in black –– glasses included. in his eyes, everything about today was perfect. but as much as he wanted to tell himself that this would be the day he’d finally confess his feelings for her, he knew that once he was standing in front of her, he’d overthink it and end up not saying anything at all. that all became reality when he saw her by the fountain, it was like a massive wave of nerves hit him at once, which only seemed to get worse as he slowly approached her. he couldn’t fathom how someone could be so beautiful. ❝ nice weather we’re having, huh? ❞ he asked, then regretted it immediately after for obvious reasons. ❝ well, not nice, i mean, maybe not for you, but i really like snow. uh –– ❞ he took a second to form a coherent sentence, one that made him sound like he had a solid grasp on the english language. ❝ how are you? ❞

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jcsefina:

┗     “aw you’re such a softie!! well i thought it was rather funny,” she insisted, her nose crinkling at the nickname. “hey you never know, your bodyguards might have a side business you’re not aware of. but okay, okay, tell me why you’re avoiding your security detail.” 

❝ don’t make fun of me, fi. you know i’m sensitive. ❞ he joked, his lips quickly forming into a smile. ❝ does that mean i have grounds to report them? the last thing we need is for me to show up missing under circumstances that only link back to drugs? that’s just bad press for everyone involved. ❞

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