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sophiaofcanada‌:

“Honestly.” Sophia hummed as she glanced at the other royal for a moment. “It is. It’ll keep you going when things get really bad.” It was far too easy to slip into despair given their current situation but despair didn’t help anyone.

“I have. Almost a year now soon I think.” It was almost her fourth season spent on the island and that was a crazy thought. “There are a lot of us. Um, maybe around thirtyish but it grows each day it seems.”

Her words only brought more and more shock and disbelief to his thoughts; A full year stuck here, with no rescue in sight? Further more, the knowledge that there had been up to thirty members of the aristocracy stolen away only did more to dash his hopes.

“I had no clue there were so many...” It was nearly a murmur, moreso to himself than to add to the conversation as he mulled the new information over. Blue eyes raised, brows knitting in confusion. “I wonder what it is they plan to do with us. Just keeping us here seems like a waste of resources.”

#. sophia01 #. thread tbt

middleprincediego‌:

Diego sat on the edge of the dock, swinging his feet and eyeing the boats moored. “I wonder how easy it would be to take one of those and–” he trailed off when he heard footsteps approaching. “Kidding! Kidding. I’m not going anywhere I promise…” He then turned to see who was coming, and whether he’d be in trouble.

To be fair, the very same thought had crossed his mind more than a handful of times- A fruitless venture, really, but entertaining nonetheless. Brows raise at the unfamiliar prince’s words slowed to a stop in the middle of his daily stroll.

“Really? And here I was hoping there was finally a good escape plan being hatched.” His words dripped with lighthearted sarcasm, gaze drifting to the boats in question. “But surely it can’t be that hard to sail, can it?”

#. thread tbt #. diego01

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia smiled softly at the other. “You find the bits of sunshine even if there is a rain cloud in the way.” She offered with a small shrug of his shoulders. “And if he does turn out to be the worst than you find the other people on this island that you do connect with.”

She had found the ones that made getting up and making the most of the days worth it. That and it helped to have a sibling around that made her feel more at home when she needed it most.

“Optimism seems to be my best bet, then.” He joked lightly, though found himself comforted by her views. The french noble couldn’t recall when he’d become such a downer, guilt gnawing at his mind. He’d have to work on fixing that, preferably sometime soon.

“That reminds me,” he began again, a change of topic seeming overdue. But even with that in mind, he dreaded the answer already. “You’ve been here awhile, yes? Just how many other nobles do they have here? Everywhere I turn I seem to spot a familiar face.”

#. sophia01 #. thread tbt

aokardos‌:

“You, concerned?” Andris repeated in a ridiculous tone, eyeing the Frenchman. “That’s kind of hardt to believe.”

Not even at his ‘lowest’ woud d the Hungarian risk being dethroned in his condescending.

Shaking out the last of water in hie head, the prince did not look happy at all. “How and why are you nice to me?” he said outright, unwilling to keep tip-toeing around the issue. “You’re handsome and charming, Evariste. But don’t make me have to wear you down for info, because I will wear you down if needed.”

Quite frankly, it could be hard to follow the Hungarian’s speech. Bouncing this way and that between backhanded compliments and-- Was that a threat? Any more time spent with him and Evariste was liable to get whiplash.

Hands raised in mock surrender, he made his annoyance known with his expression.

“For the life of me I can’t figure out if you’re trying to fight me or fuck me.” Rare was it that he spoke in such a crude manner, but desperate times called for desperate measures. “I’m interested in neither. I was only glad to see a familiar face around these parts- Forgive me for trying to extend an olive branch for once.”

#. thread tbt #. andris01

aokardos‌:

Friends. Andris scoffed audibly. They were hardly friends. Barely acquaintances, even.

The Hungarian resisted to crack under the taunting, stretching out his patience whilst maintaining his composure still. It was bad enough his words had slipped away from him.

Unfortunately, Andris’ wasn’t as adept at handling emotions as he thought himself to be.

“I’m fine.” he said between gritted teeth, barely looking up as he shook the last of sand away from his hair. He was a downright mess with his unruly short locks and sandy torso. Giving Evariste continuous pleasure in his current state was not doing his ego any wonders.

Finally straightening up in his stance, the prince decided to ignore the fact that he was woefully under-dressed in front of the Frenchman. “It’s not like you’re concerned though.” he quipped, handing back the drenched handkerchief. His tone remained sour. “So thanks, but no thanks. I hope I served for your pleasure enough today.”

Rude as he was to the other, Évariste did care. He didn’t wish harm on anyone, save for perhaps the one who’d whisked him away. The smirk is wiped from his face at the assumption, replaced by the start of a frown.

“I am, actually. Or at least I was.” Leave it to Andris to ruin even the best of his moods. Was it truly hard to believe that he actually gave a damn? Perhaps the other had gotten a piece of driftwood lodged up his ass in the wipeout.

Regardless, it was enough to draw out the worse in him. Unpleasant as it was, Évariste could feel that ugly side of him rearing it’s head, more like his mother than he’d ever be comfortable with

“Unlike some people, I do actually care for my fellow man. Is that a foreign concept to you?”

#. thread tbt #. andris01

kiranxsingh‌:

“You don’t.” Kiran repeated, tilting her head as well while giggling childishly. “cause you were almost wheezing when I hit you.”

The almost juvenile way she laughs is enough to have made him chuckle as well, though he won’t back down so easily. “You caught me off guard! Not to mention the fact that you got me right in the gut.”

#. thread tbt #. kiran01

-firsteros‌:

“Sometimes I wonder, yanno. Was any of this even worth it.” Eros rarely voiced his inner thoughts but at this moment he had a little alcohol in his system and he was more relaxed. Taking another swing of his drink he sweet burn of the alcohol flow down his throat. He honestly wanted to be numb himself to the everything and everyone around him. Since the death of their crew member everyone’s been down in the gumps and its bringing him back to a dark place. A place he never thought he’d experience again.

Living with someone who wasn’t family was... Strange, to say the least. It’s gotten no easier as time went on. In fact, the prince would even say it’s gotten weirder as they’ve each begun to settle in. Tonight is no different, the pirate rattling off something entirely unexpected as Évariste made his way out to get a drink. Baby blue eyes find the other’s face, frowning a bit as the stench of alcohol reached his nose.

“I didn’t take you for a weepy drunk.” After a moment of deliberation, he set his glass of water down in front of his captor, turning to get a new one for himself. “Put the bottle away, yes? I don’t want to deal with you if you start sobbing.”

#. thread tbt #. Eros02 #. better than cable

kiranxsingh‌:

“I’m used to it.” Kiran replied with a shrug, glancing down at her legs, searching for any visible scratches on her smooth skin. Thankfully, she had none. “You just have to brush it off and keep moving. Unless you can’t but we have plenty doctors here, so it’s okay.” She added, finally looking at him, her wild eyes holding curiosity in them. “You don’t look like you can take a hit, though.”

‘Used to it’ explained a lot- A clumsy woman perhaps, if he had to take a guess. Still, he found himself amused by her particular way of looking at things, nodding along to her words until--

“Ah, I don’t?” He wasn’t sure whether to take that as an insult or not, head cocking to one side oh so slightly before he glanced down at himself. Hm. “What makes you say that?”

rxgueprincess‌:

She had to do a double take. Maybe the sight of him once would have caused her a great deal of anguish and discomfort like it had when Amelie had arrive on the island. Of course she shouldn’t be happy to see him, not here. How could she ever want her siblings to be doomed to the same fate? But after nearly a year of being on the island, she didn’t hesitate to move forward and envelope her brother in an embrace before either of them could utter a word. In truth a part of Celestine fearful it was her mind finally falling into insanity and delusions. With the disappearance of Amelie, Celestine felt more isolated and paranoid than ever before; it was atleast a relief to see one of her siblings alive and from what she could see unharmed.

Clinging onto him tightly as if he was just a figure on her imagination, a piece that would fall away along with everything else that seemed to just be slipping from her fingers as of lately. Shaky breath falling from her quivering lips, her hands clung tightly to the fabric of his shirt as her head rested on his shoulder. He was painful real so familiar that it left an ache in her chest. With eyes shut tightly as if she could wish away the nightmares, the brunette uttered quietly in french: “Dites-moi s'il vous plaît que je rêve et vous n'êtes pas ici..” @paragonraised

It’s cruel to be as relieved as he was to see her. This isn’t a place he wanted anyone to be stuck in, friends and strangers alike. To find his sister of people on those distant sands was just salt to the wound, what hope he had left slipping away like sand between his fingers.

But at the same time, his heart soars. What felt like ages of worrying about his family’s safety had left the prince jaded, assuming only the worse. To find her in front of him, all in one piece may as well have lifted a three tonne weight off his shoulders.

“Je suis là, je suis là.“ He knows she must be feeling the same conflict of emotions as he is, holding her in an almost painful embrace before he carefully pried her away- Just enough to get a good look at her after all these months. “Est ce que ça va? Vous ont-ils fait mal?“

#. Celestine01 #. thread tbt #Translation's; 'I'm here I'm here'#'Are you okay? did they hurt you?'

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia noticed the smile. It was nice to see someone that had just arrived and was settling at least find one thing to smile about. Even if that one thing was pertaining to getting off the island.

The princess hadn’t met the pirate the royal was speaking of so she couldn’t offer anything on the matter. But she did know that Anderson was something when he was first watching her and before that se’d had pirates that had a range of personalities. “Give him time. You guys might find a way that works for both of you to survive. And everyone goes a little crazy, you’ll just learn to handle it.”

It seemed like a stretch, to be able to find a way to coexist with the devil of a man he’s been saddled with, but Évariste felt as though he’d already exceeded his pessimism quota for the day. No need to drag Miss Sohpia’s mood down just because he’s displeased, that’d be remarkably rude of him.

So instead he forced himself to relax a bit, expression eased with years of practice. “You’re right.” A harmless fib, or perhaps just wishful thinking. Either way, he’d believe it when he saw it. “I guess this situation is what we make it. No use being a rain cloud.”

#. sophia01 #. thread tbt

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia shook her head. “No, no, that’s the trick. They seem treacherous so people leave them alone when actually they’re the most relaxing place to be. You come to Canada some time and I’ll show you.” She offered with a pleasant smile.

Sophia’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched the man carefully. She nodded her head slowly before chuckling. “My captor is quite the grumpy man but we’ve found a way that works for the two of us. I’m sure you will too. And you do adjust as crazy as that seems. But I’ve been here for more than six months now and I don’t hate waking up every morning.”

He wasn’t much one for the outdoors, but the thought sounded nice; Perhaps if only because it gave hope to the thought of getting off this damned island. The french noble returned her pleasant grin with one of his own, a short little nod giving away his thoughts on the matter.

But it doesn’t last long. Feature creased with the effort it takes to maintain his little smile, uncomfortable with the idea of actually getting used to this place. “Ah, I don’t know about that. Eros is.... Quite the character.” A shake of his head dispelled the thoughts, gaze flicking around the beach before landing back on her with a little laugh. “But I hope that you’re right nonetheless. Otherwise I might just go crazy here.”

#. thread tbt #sophia01

aokardos‌:

There was something about the French prince that had Andris positively irked. There existed a distinction in the other that put his own composure to shame, making him feel like he was nowhere near at par with the other.

And Andris feeling insecure was a rare, yet highly disliked phenomenon.

Wherein he was looking like a drowned rat, here stood Evariste, looking grand and put-together.

Darkened hues narrowed at Evariste’s comment; it was unneeded and unwelcome, to say the least. “Frankly, I’d swim all the way to home just to get away from you, La Tremoille.” The tone used was nowhere near kind. After all, he never did bother to hide his distaste in people.

“So you can cut the ‘good guy’ crap, okay? You’re clearly enjoying this.” Running his free hand through his hair, he shook the sand and seawater out of it.

He feigned a wince at the other’s oh so biting comment, willing to take such blatant disrespect as nothing more than a friendly taunt. It was no secret that he seemed to get under the other’s skin by nothing more than virtue of existence, but that didn’t stop Évariste from maintaining a civil front in spite of it all.

“So cruel, Kardos. And here I thought we were friends.” His words were doing nothing more than poking the bear with a stick, that much he knew, lips failing to fully fight back the curling grin that had been steadily creeping up on him. Maybe it’d be best to throw him a bone, so to speak.

“I will admit your, ah...” His hands raised to chest-level, waving vaguely in front of him to demonstrate his point as he searched for the words he needed. “Wild flailing as you fell was certainly a sight to behold.” Whatever little devil resided on his shoulder seemed to quiet at the light jab, something akin to concern leaking into is expression.

“But you are okay, yes?” The prince wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if the other was actually injured whilst he stood there and snickered.

#. thread tbt #. andris01

jackatsea‌:

“And that’s something we have in common.” Jack replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “A lot of people have tried to take my friends from me for all of my life.” He offered in return, hearing the clipped response. “I got put in prison myself when I was twelve but most of us have come close to getting killed at least a few times.”

Jack’s eyebrows raised as the man seemed to show signs of distress and they stayed raised when he offered his hand. “Uh, Jack. You’ll get used it. It’s not as bad as it seems if we’re being honest.”

That was.... A fair point, if he were honest. Being faced with such facts drew a deep frown from the french noble, not having been prepared to have his morals challenged in such a way. Dragging his palm over his face, Évariste forced a tight smile, this one less artificial than the last.

“A pleasure to meet you, Jack.” And really, that wasn’t quite a lie. He seemed to be a relatively decent man so far. It occurred to him that he might be a little quick to judge when it came to these seafaring folk, but then.. They had kidnapped him and his sisters. “I do hope you’re right.”

#. thread tbt #. jack01

firsteros‌:

“…” Eros couldn’t hold in his snicker. He seriously the snatched the tea. “Wow if you wanted to kiss me you should’ve just said so..instead of getting it indirectly.”

The cup was halfway to his lips before the other’s words actually hit him, hand stopping cold in the air. For a moment, he simply stared down at his reacquired tea, deep frown back on his features, before that baby blue gaze lifted once more to the pirate. Hand lowered a touch, he makes a show of turning around, letting the teacup carelessly dangle from the handle round his fingers-- Thus, spilling the contents all over the ground. And his captors feet.

“Oh my, terribly sorry. I’m a bit of a clutz, I guess.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone like the tea from his cup, still hanging loosely as he stalked towards the kitchen.

#. thread tbt #. eros01 #. better than cable

codyfernsource

Cody Fern as Duncan Shepherd in House of Cards

#. visage

kiranxsingh‌:

Doe like orbs stare down the stranger in curiosity, Kiran noting the proper behavior exhibited when he addresses her after her attack. She hadn’t meant to hit him, honestly. The wildness of her limbs was more an act of playfulness to counterbalance her fall. She had believed she was by herself.

Kiran rolls on the warm, grainy sand, moving further away before standing. Her palms wipe any debris left over as she observes her surroundings. She’s wiggling in place, not caring if the royal sees or not. It’s almost adorable.

“When you’re tiny you kinda have to.”

Well, that was certainly one of the more colorful individuals he’s met thusfar. She seemed to be of boundless energy, body in constant motion even when she was standing still. It was no wonder she’d accidentally kicked him; Évariste would have to make a note to watch himself around her for both their safety.

“Fair enough, I suppose.” He conceded her point, scratching the back of his neck in what might’ve been an idly tick. It was as though her restlessness was bringing out his own. “But you are alright, yes? It looked like quite a tumblr.”

#. kiran01 #. thread tbt

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

I have failed to please my soul,

Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “Poesy,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#. rêveries

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