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@olivia-herzog
🍺 for my muse to help your drunk muse walk back to their room (Zaida)
“He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty. His hair and his eyes. I just… I cannot… he’s soooooooo beautiful.” Each slurred word somehow managed to form a coherent sentence. Olivia stumbled down the hall, clinging for dear life onto the arm of another princess. She jerked to a halt. Squinted at the woman. Or maybe a lesser duchess? Her companion’s features were quite striking, but Olivia couldn’t put a name to a face. It surely wasn’t Heddy.
“I cannot stop staring every time I see him. Did you know there aren’t very many like him in the world? Akhal-Tekes are quite rare. I would love to have him for my very own,” said Olivia, her eyes filling with tears, “But of course I can’t ask my brother for anything.”
@zaida-khatabi
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Zaida did not expect to enjoy being an imposter among the royals. Her gown wasn’t as expensive as the princess steadying herself on wobbly feet against the pirate. Not custom made and hand tailored like the German’s, but a careful trade made in Casablanca’s new medina. Black lace, fitted bodice, and a long skirt Zaida constantly hiked up the side of to move quickly when needed.
She would be disposing of it as soon as she did the same with the red haired princess. She was pretty, her lips pouted sweetly over a horse. Zaida would have thought Olivia had an entire stable, whatever she desired. Like the little girl who lived in the estate her mother temporarily worked for, when Zaida was a child. The pirate remembered vividly snooping through the girl’s closet and seeing the riding gear– blazer, white shirt, funny pants. The magnificent boots a few sizes too big for Zaida. The velvet hat fit perfectly and lived under Zaida’s bed for a week before her mother discovered it.
Zaida hadn’t been embarrassed to return it, but she did hold a grudge against her mother for months. The little girl had dozens of the ridiculous hats.
She brushed the hair away from Olivia’s cheek. Crimson curls, irresistibly soft. Zaida gave a reassuring pat to Olivia’s hand hanging on Zaida’s arm. “He is beautiful. A golden horse. I’ve never seen anything like him… and he liked you.” The drunken princess wanted to feed the horse, and Zaida had weaved her fingers between those of Olivia to lead her to the catering tent. Even half-lidded and more than tipsy, the princess had carefully selected what to feed the animal. “I can see why he is a rare one.”
“Your brother doesn’t provide an allowance? My family does. Maybe this is their way of keeping me occupied. Otherwise, I get into trouble.” A laugh bubbled over. Mischievous, full of lies, but how fun was it to image being the distant relative of the Alaouite dynasty? For a moment, it was quite fun.
Olivia had stopped and tears threatened to spill. She was delicate, like the lace of Zaida’s dress. She wiped away a smudge of mascara under Olivia’s lash line. Zaida soothed with a shhhh and soft smile. “All is not lost, love. You will have one of your own one day.” After too many drinks, Zaida could be this way too. Too passionate and attached in circling around one thought until it was willed into existence. Only to be forgotten the next day when sobriety made the world less serious. “What will you name him?”
-
Whether a princess or duchess, the woman was nice. She was so nice. That was the one thing that overshadowed the twinge of envy in Olivia’s heart when the subject of an allowance came up. No, she didn’t have one in the traditional sense. Olivia didn’t have her own credit cards or carry around cash. She simply told someone what she needed, and it appeared. Or it didn’t. Depending on the whims of whoever reported back to the king about that sort of thing.
Maybe she could ask Mother. She was an adult. She could handle her own money.
“Aleksey,” she answered immediately, leaning into the woman’s hand. The perfect namesake for the world’s most beautiful horse. For a moment, Olivia was quite satisfied. Her imagination ran wild with the thought of a golden horse prancing around the grounds of the main palace alongside her brother’s Winnie. Or perhaps she’d bring her prize to Austria. The crown prince there would appreciate a rare equine beauty one thousand times more than her brother ever could.
Then her lips pressed into a slight frown. She raised her chin, and blinked several times. Olivia tried to sit up straight, but instead she sort of rocked. A bit too far first to one side and then the other until she found her balance. She placed her hand delicately on the woman’s arm, and spoke in a loud whisper.
“Do you think… oh, is that a terrible idea? You know… you know, if you get a tattoo, if it’s someone’s name, and then you break up… oh noooooo.” Olivia’s gaze raised to the top of the woman’s head. She reached out to touch the other princess’ dark locks.
“Can I braid your hair?”
–
“Aleksey! I like it.” Zaida nodded resolutely. “It’s Russian, right? A-l-e-x-s-e-i?” Her mother danced a ballet with a member of the Bolshoi. A snapped photo in a frame had the date on the back in a glossy cursive, followed by avec Alexsei and the flourish of a heart.
Alexsei from the Bolshoi Ballet was SO handsome. Zaida often daydreamed he was her father and she had been born in Saint Petersburg. Maybe Vladivostok. She had convinced an ex, as sweet and wide-eyed as Olivia, she was part Russian and had been very close to getting her toe shoes…
There was a Russian prince named Aleksey.
While Zaida wrapped herself in fantasy, Olivia changed. The champagne fizz took the princess into darker waters. The pirate guided Olivia carefully then. She needed water.
Zaida gently squeezed Olivia’s hand. “No, never tattoo someone’s name on your body. No matter what. It’s like a curse. Sometimes things we are so sure of are gone the next day. It’s so sad, but true. And then you’re left getting a cover up.” Less romantic and impulsive. “Even though, you will always know the name is in there somewhere. Maybe… get a tattoo of your beautiful horse instead.”
Ew. Zaida couldn’t imagine.
A finger softly coiled a thick, silk red curl. “Yes. We can braid each other’s hair. You would be even prettier with French braids. I will give you one on each side.” They walked slow by a vase with flowers and Zaida grabbed a few on the way. Blues and purples, to stand out in the ginger.
“I’m not ready to go to sleep yet, are you?”
-
Getting a tattoo of a horse was something she hadn’t considered before. Primarily because there were so many things she already wasn’t allowed to do, and so it had just never crossed her radar. Plus there was the whole getting stabbed with ink bit - seemed like an unpleasant experience. Where would she even put the image of a whole horse? But what if it was a miniature horse?
These thoughts occupied Olivia for a good ways down the corridor until she suddenly remembered that she’d been asked a question and had not answered. No, she could definitely stay awake. She wasn’t tired at all. Hungry on the other hand...
“Let’s stay up all night! It can be, it can be... like in a movie. When they have a overnight party. And they stay the night? And they eat sweets and wear pajamas? Just us! Oh, but my cousin, Heddy, should come too. You would like her so much.” Olivia stumbled, both over her words and a uneven portion of the carpet.
“I love her so much,” she added, getting a bit teary.
“Where are we going?”
😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine.
Olivia stopped dead in her tracks. She could see the dirt path leading to the stables clearly in front of her, another five meters or so forward and then a sharp turn to the left. Somewhere nearby the quick notes of Haydn’s Opus 76 carried across the grounds though she couldn’t see where the music was coming from. Finale allegro spiritoso, if she was not mistaken. Those observations paled in comparison to the person walking directly toward her. Blocking her path to the horses.
Eyes widened. She moved hastily to the side to duck behind the nearest pillar. An attempt which was thwarted by misjudging the angle. She ran into it instead. She bumped her elbow against solid stone, and let out a sharp cry of dismay. Then she proceeded to shuffle to the side again. This time she concealing herself behind the pillar. Olivia pressed her back up against it, and fumbled with her phone. Something to make it look like she was occupied, so that when her brother inevitably caught up to her -
“Oh, Aaron. Hi. Hallo. H… Hallo. Bonjour,” she stammered. She had only wanted to visit the horses. “I didn’t… I didn’t see you. Before. I was on my… what a… what a, a beautiful party. Right?”
konigarenofgermany:
Bored. Mostly restless. And a bit hungry? Aaron wandered the halls of Versailles until gazing at the constant stream of artwork and gilded walls made him dizzy. He found a way outside and through a courtyard to the gardens, half-expecting to run into a certain honoree of the night. Perhaps with the intention of coaxing said honoree back to their room.
Aaron paused on his path through the garden to draw his phone out of his pocket. Nothing new. Well, a text from Heddy, which was part of a string of texts she had been sending for the past fifteen minutes about their mothers getting into a fight, or something. The last person Aaron wanted to think about was Mother right then, so he cleared away the notification and looked up from the screen. Had he just heard something?
Forging onward, Aaron squinted through the darkness toward the direction of the voice to find it belonged to his sister. The curious quirk in his brow dropped. “Hallo, Ollie.” His phone buzzed in his hand. He knew it had to be Heddy’s next novel-like text. “Yes, Versailles has been–” Maddox texted if he knew where Lecia was. He replied: No, why?
“You look lovely,” he said, back in the present. It was a bit odd finding Ollie alone out in the open like this, or at least without her cousin-partner in crime. “What are you getting up to tonight?”
-
She looked his phone when he did. Natural human curiosity as to what had interrupted whatever her brother had been about to say on the subject of Versailles. Of course she couldn’t see the screen. Which made looking rather pointless, but she continued to watch his hands closely as he typed out a quick message.
Olivia ducked her head, but a small smile appeared. She appreciated the compliment. It meant more coming from Aaron who didn’t need to pander to young princess who stood several places back in line from the throne. Not like the press trying to endear themselves to catch her off guard or anyone who wanted an indirect line to a king. People who thought anyone in Sanssouci actually listened to her. Which was quite an assumption.
“Nothing!” she answered, perhaps a little too quickly. Many months had passed since the night she had mistakenly thought he was someone who could be confided in regarding love, but the anxious feeling remained as present as if it had been yesterday. Not to mention what had happened after she had tried talking her feelings out with Julian instead. If there was one lesson to be learned this year, it was probably to not tell any brother of hers anything. Ever.
She clasped her hands tightly together.
“I was... I was going to see the horses. Would you... like to come?”
🔑 for your muse to tell my muse that they overheard a guest has gone missing. (olivia)
Aleksey laid back on his bed with his laptop propped up on his stomach. His expression crinkled as his Counterstrike game glitched and then froze, and his character was dead when the game finally loaded. The team chat exploded with jeers about his failure. Aleksey pulled off his headphones and shut the laptop, consulting his phone connection to see new messages from Olivia. The WiFi blip was troublesome, but he wouldn’t be surprised if someone at the palace decided to throttle his connection. Whatever.He texted Olivia See you in five minutes. Aleksey left his jacket behind and found a pair of slip on sneakers. He hadn’t completely gotten out of his suit yet, perhaps hoping to meet up with Olivia before it got too late. She must have been worried about her brother hovering around earlier. Midnight wasn’t that late for the princess or Aleksey.One of the Russian guards stopped him before he could leave the suite, saying something about a missing princess. Aleksey shrugged at him. He wasn’t a detective, but he could ask around (or not).“Hi, Ollie,” said Aleksey in a low voice. She beat him to their meeting spot. He glanced around for any spying eyes and grinned at her. “Can we kiss?”
@olivia-herzog
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Five minutes stretched into ten. Olivia checked her phone repeatedly which only served to make each passing minute feel like an eternity. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe he’d forgotten the place they’d agreed to meet. Maybe she’d forgotten, and was in the wrong place. She let out a deep breath, and shoved the phone into her pocket. Then she heard his voice. Her head snapped up.
What she meant to say was yes. What she actually said was,
“Wait.”
Her black dress blended in with the shadows. If she’d had sleeves and a mask, she could have crept around unseen like some kind of common criminal. Which, in a sense, perhaps she was since seeing him went against every rule that had been laid out for her. Olivia held up her hand as if to say stop. Several glasses of wine had made her mind fuzzy, and it took a few seconds to gather her thoughts, to remember the question that took precedence over kissing. Which she did want to do. Eventually.
“Would you - ” She hiccupped.
“Would you name a horse after me?” she inquired.
Aleksey paused mid-lean and put a bit of distance in between himself and the princess with a lazy grin. Not deterred by rejection so much as appreciative of Ollie’s control over the situation. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to kiss out in the open like this, even if it seemed like nobody else was around. Versailles was a busy place and it wasn’t as if every single guest had retired for the night. Even after a stuffy awards ceremony, the royals were cutting loose now that the clock struck midnight.
“I don’t have horse,” Aleksey replied with a little questioning squint. “But if I did… Your name would not make for good horse name. You are not a horse.” This had to be a trick question. Horses were large and, to him, ungraceful and stinky. They spent time in little dark stalls with their own droppings and had to wear weird metal shoes. None of these things were fitting for Ollie.
“You are more like… swan. Very pretty, although swan can be mean.” He shook his head a little, his face turned red. “Not swan, uhm… I’m not so sure. Why is it you’re asking for a horse name?”
-
“I wanted another horse.”
Had cried for it, and already thought through how to ask Mother to ask Aaron. Not that Olivia needed another. But she knew she could care for it. Not just could, would. At least, whenever she wasn’t out on diplomatic visits. She would brush it, feed it, ride it, and the just the thought made her eyes a bit glassy. It wasn’t as if she asked for a new horse every week or something ridiculous.
“And I was... I was going to name it...” After him. She was willing to name a horse after him, and she had not even considered that implication of suggesting his name could be a horse name. Obviously he wasn’t a horse either. Or a swan. Olivia nodded when he mentioned that swans were mean. They certainly were. There was one on the castle grounds she was particularly not fond of.
She hiccupped again.
“Would you like to see my rooms?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.
🔑 for your muse to tell my muse that they overheard a guest has gone missing. (olivia)
Aleksey laid back on his bed with his laptop propped up on his stomach. His expression crinkled as his Counterstrike game glitched and then froze, and his character was dead when the game finally loaded. The team chat exploded with jeers about his failure. Aleksey pulled off his headphones and shut the laptop, consulting his phone connection to see new messages from Olivia. The WiFi blip was troublesome, but he wouldn’t be surprised if someone at the palace decided to throttle his connection. Whatever.He texted Olivia See you in five minutes. Aleksey left his jacket behind and found a pair of slip on sneakers. He hadn’t completely gotten out of his suit yet, perhaps hoping to meet up with Olivia before it got too late. She must have been worried about her brother hovering around earlier. Midnight wasn’t that late for the princess or Aleksey.One of the Russian guards stopped him before he could leave the suite, saying something about a missing princess. Aleksey shrugged at him. He wasn’t a detective, but he could ask around (or not).“Hi, Ollie,” said Aleksey in a low voice. She beat him to their meeting spot. He glanced around for any spying eyes and grinned at her. “Can we kiss?”
@olivia-herzog
Five minutes stretched into ten. Olivia checked her phone repeatedly which only served to make each passing minute feel like an eternity. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe he’d forgotten the place they’d agreed to meet. Maybe she’d forgotten, and was in the wrong place. She let out a deep breath, and shoved the phone into her pocket. Then she heard his voice. Her head snapped up.
What she meant to say was yes. What she actually said was,
"Wait.”
Her black dress blended in with the shadows. If she’d had sleeves and a mask, she could have crept around unseen like some kind of common criminal. Which, in a sense, perhaps she was since seeing him went against every rule that had been laid out for her. Olivia held up her hand as if to say stop. Several glasses of wine had made her mind fuzzy, and it took a few seconds to gather her thoughts, to remember the question that took precedence over kissing. Which she did want to do. Eventually.
“Would you - ” She hiccupped.
“Would you name a horse after me?” she inquired.
🍺 for my muse to help your drunk muse walk back to their room (Zaida)
“He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty. His hair and his eyes. I just... I cannot... he’s soooooooo beautiful.” Each slurred word somehow managed to form a coherent sentence. Olivia stumbled down the hall, clinging for dear life onto the arm of another princess. She jerked to a halt. Squinted at the woman. Or maybe a lesser duchess? Her companion’s features were quite striking, but Olivia couldn’t put a name to a face. It surely wasn’t Heddy.
“I cannot stop staring every time I see him. Did you know there aren’t very many like him in the world? Akhal-Tekes are quite rare. I would love to have him for my very own,” said Olivia, her eyes filling with tears, “But of course I can’t ask my brother for anything.”
@zaida-khatabi
zaida-khatabi:
Zaida did not expect to enjoy being an imposter among the royals. Her gown wasn’t as expensive as the princess steadying herself on wobbly feet against the pirate. Not custom made and hand tailored like the German’s, but a careful trade made in Casablanca’s new medina. Black lace, fitted bodice, and a long skirt Zaida constantly hiked up the side of to move quickly when needed.
She would be disposing of it as soon as she did the same with the red haired princess. She was pretty, her lips pouted sweetly over a horse. Zaida would have thought Olivia had an entire stable, whatever she desired. Like the little girl who lived in the estate her mother temporarily worked for, when Zaida was a child. The pirate remembered vividly snooping through the girl’s closet and seeing the riding gear– blazer, white shirt, funny pants. The magnificent boots a few sizes too big for Zaida. The velvet hat fit perfectly and lived under Zaida’s bed for a week before her mother discovered it.
Zaida hadn’t been embarrassed to return it, but she did hold a grudge against her mother for months. The little girl had dozens of the ridiculous hats.
She brushed the hair away from Olivia’s cheek. Crimson curls, irresistibly soft. Zaida gave a reassuring pat to Olivia’s hand hanging on Zaida’s arm. “He is beautiful. A golden horse. I’ve never seen anything like him… and he liked you.” The drunken princess wanted to feed the horse, and Zaida had weaved her fingers between those of Olivia to lead her to the catering tent. Even half-lidded and more than tipsy, the princess had carefully selected what to feed the animal. “I can see why he is a rare one.”
“Your brother doesn’t provide an allowance? My family does. Maybe this is their way of keeping me occupied. Otherwise, I get into trouble.” A laugh bubbled over. Mischievous, full of lies, but how fun was it to image being the distant relative of the Alaouite dynasty? For a moment, it was quite fun.
Olivia had stopped and tears threatened to spill. She was delicate, like the lace of Zaida’s dress. She wiped away a smudge of mascara under Olivia’s lash line. Zaida soothed with a shhhh and soft smile. “All is not lost, love. You will have one of your own one day.” After too many drinks, Zaida could be this way too. Too passionate and attached in circling around one thought until it was willed into existence. Only to be forgotten the next day when sobriety made the world less serious. “What will you name him?”
-
Whether a princess or duchess, the woman was nice. She was so nice. That was the one thing that overshadowed the twinge of envy in Olivia’s heart when the subject of an allowance came up. No, she didn’t have one in the traditional sense. Olivia didn’t have her own credit cards or carry around cash. She simply told someone what she needed, and it appeared. Or it didn’t. Depending on the whims of whoever reported back to the king about that sort of thing.
Maybe she could ask Mother. She was an adult. She could handle her own money.
“Aleksey,” she answered immediately, leaning into the woman’s hand. The perfect namesake for the world’s most beautiful horse. For a moment, Olivia was quite satisfied. Her imagination ran wild with the thought of a golden horse prancing around the grounds of the main palace alongside her brother’s Winnie. Or perhaps she’d bring her prize to Austria. The crown prince there would appreciate a rare equine beauty one thousand times more than her brother ever could.
Then her lips pressed into a slight frown. She raised her chin, and blinked several times. Olivia tried to sit up straight, but instead she sort of rocked. A bit too far first to one side and then the other until she found her balance. She placed her hand delicately on the woman’s arm, and spoke in a loud whisper.
“Do you think… oh, is that a terrible idea? You know… you know, if you get a tattoo, if it’s someone’s name, and then you break up… oh noooooo.” Olivia’s gaze raised to the top of the woman’s head. She reached out to touch the other princess’ dark locks.
“Can I braid your hair?”
😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine.
Olivia stopped dead in her tracks. She could see the dirt path leading to the stables clearly in front of her, another five meters or so forward and then a sharp turn to the left. Somewhere nearby the quick notes of Haydn’s Opus 76 carried across the grounds though she couldn’t see where the music was coming from. Finale allegro spiritoso, if she was not mistaken. Those observations paled in comparison to the person walking directly toward her. Blocking her path to the horses.
Eyes widened. She moved hastily to the side to duck behind the nearest pillar. An attempt which was thwarted by misjudging the angle. She ran into it instead. She bumped her elbow against solid stone, and let out a sharp cry of dismay. Then she proceeded to shuffle to the side again. This time she concealing herself behind the pillar. Olivia pressed her back up against it, and fumbled with her phone. Something to make it look like she was occupied, so that when her brother inevitably caught up to her -
“Oh, Aaron. Hi. Hallo. H... Hallo. Bonjour,” she stammered. She had only wanted to visit the horses. “I didn’t... I didn’t see you. Before. I was on my... what a... what a, a beautiful party. Right?”
🍺 for my muse to help your drunk muse walk back to their room (Zaida)
“He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty. His hair and his eyes. I just... I cannot... he’s soooooooo beautiful.” Each slurred word somehow managed to form a coherent sentence. Olivia stumbled down the hall, clinging for dear life onto the arm of another princess. She jerked to a halt. Squinted at the woman. Or maybe a lesser duchess? Her companion’s features were quite striking, but Olivia couldn’t put a name to a face. It surely wasn’t Heddy.
“I cannot stop staring every time I see him. Did you know there aren’t very many like him in the world? Akhal-Tekes are quite rare. I would love to have him for my very own,” said Olivia, her eyes filling with tears, “But of course I can’t ask my brother for anything.”
@zaida-khatabi
The clock strikes midnight. Send me a prompt for a quick, four post thread.
(OOC: After four posts, your characters will get a notification!)
😱 for my muse startling your muse and causing them to knock over a vase. 👀 for catching your muse in/leaving/entering someone else’s room. 👣 for your muse and my muse exploring the garden maze. 🍸 for my muse to find your muse behind the bar. ☎️ for one of our muses needing help finding a lost (cellphone, earring, watch, or other item). 😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine. 🍺 for my muse to help your drunk muse walk back to their room. 🔑 for your muse to tell my muse that they overheard a guest has gone missing.
1. Who I’m most excited to see
I’m delighted to see everyone tonight. No one person in particular.
5. What I’m wearing
This
Unity Gala; Introductions Send a symbol to start a drabble! Pick a symbol for your character to find mine… 🍸 Waiting for a drink at the bar. 👠 Sulking in a hallway, fixing a broken shoe. 👀 Watching a heated confrontation between two Heads of State. 🕺 Hiding from their unwanted dance partner. 📷 Taking a covert video for their IG story. ⏰ Checking their watch. Again. 🧼 Practicing their speech in the bathroom. 💋 Stepping out of a closet, clothes rumpled. 🤳 Taking a selfie. 💨 Escaping a one-sided conversation.
I’ll start a short thread for us at the gala, limited to four posts.
Unity Gala; Who What Wear
Send a number and I’ll answer… Who. 1. Who I’m most excited to see 2. Who I’m least excited to see 3. Who I’d be seen on the dance floor with
What. 4. What my acceptance speech will say, if I win an award tonight 5. What I’m wearing 6. What drink I’m going to order first
Where. 7. Where I’m staying tonight 8. Where I’d like to sneak off for a break 9. Where you’ll find me at midnight
Eleanor Tomlinson: photo by Joseph Sinclair
Send “❌” for a HATEFUL text. (Karo)
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Send “🍹” for a DRUNK text. (Heddy)
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Send “📱” for a MORNING text. Send “📩” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “💨” for a RUSHED text. Send “🍹” for a DRUNK text. Send “🍆” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “🌙” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “❌” for a HATEFUL text. Send “🎈” for a RANDOM text. Send “😰” for a SCARED text. Send “💘” for a LOVING text. Send “❓” for a CURIOUS text. Send “🎉” for an EXCITED text. Send “🙊” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “💔” for a HEARTBREAKING text.