— the chorus sings ;

paprika poots, orphaned escort of norden i was following the pack, all s w a l l o w e d in their coat with scarves of red tied 'round their throats to keep their little heads from f a l l i n g in the snow, and i turned 'round and there you go— and, michael, you would f a l l and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime.

[seychelle-gabriel]

[sovmemories-blog]

@pcprika visiting her mother’s grave during a norden snowfall.

[pcprika]

petra dubois ;

           the hesitation did not go unnoticed, though petra’s face remained passive and did not falter from its usual pleasantness. her eyes followed the younger girl’s to her attire and she returned her gaze with a smile, “oh i don’t think he would mind.” at least her last client didn’t, if anything she seemed to have taken quite a liking to it, as was the common reception of her robe. petra straightened up from the door’s threshold, gesturing paprika forward, “now little dove, show me this sir, we don’t want out guests to be waiting too long.”

                        “ i reckon not, “ paprika mutters under her breath. then, she turns over her shoulder sharply. once her back is turned and she is sure petra can’t see her, paprika’s eyes roll so far, they may as well go to the back of her head. she hates her so much. the girl starts down the hall, heading towards the staircase. the client awaits in the bar down below. “ make sure you don’t gag when you see him, “ she advises.

[pcprika]

matthias armand ; 

                        the  girl  glances  up  at  him  &  grins,  &  for  a  moment  the  whole  room  grows  warmer  around  him  ,  &  he  cannot  help  the  answering  smile  lifting  the  edges  of  his  mouth.  his  plate  falls  against  the  table  with  a  clatter  of  ceramic  ,  the  scent  of  today’s  dinner  wafting  pleasantly  through  the  hall.              ❛        that  ,  i  can  do.  thank  you  for  entertaining  me  for  a  bit  ,  miss.  i’m  afraid  the  nobility  can  get  rather  dull.        ❜

                 the nobleman must mean it in a light jest, and yet her eyes  n a r r o w  momentarily in a lapse of CONFUSION at his words.         “        and that is why us commoners exist,        “ she says with a strange smile -- it’s the smile one makes when they’re both amused, yet  s l i g h t l y  offended. “         to offer ENTERTAINMENT to you.         “ 

[pcprika]

caius valencia ;

age group, caius mouthed turning to her with a look of horror and amusement. he leans into the touch, mostly to encourage her petting but also to whisper, “ my age group. i am a old man rika. when do you think the gods will keep me from aging? ” he asks jokingly, biting into her shoulder as a reprimand for the age joke. he hums, turning his head into her neck, breathing in safety and home because at some point that is what paprika has become for him. “ rika, can i propose something to you? ”

                  “ haven’t they ?? “ she muses aloud, feigning surprise, “ you hardly look a day over thirty. “ the hair fondling the curl pauses as she sends him an amused look. “ propose something ?? “ paprika repeats an amused smile on her face. “ as long as you don’t get down on one knee, i suppose it shan’t hurt to hear you out. “

[pcprika]

james blackwood ;

He smiled a little more after that but thinks nothing of the comment, “So, are you busy right now?” Paprika has a way to find out so many things it was really incredible and James really appreciated that about her. “Because if not maybe we could just talk for a while.”

                        her shoulders don’t slump but she does pout in disappointment when he doesn’t indulge her. in truth, she does have an appointment soon but she’d much rather stay with james. so, she does. “ yeah, sure, i have time !! i’d love to chat, “ she says, an unfightable grin growing on her face.

[pcprika]

cleo rothschild ;

She smiled at her, “Well I am glad to hear that, the curfew will be soon and it wouldn’t be good for you to be outside. May I ask where are you going?” There weren’t many houses around since her state took most of the space and then there was the castle.

                “ home, “ she says a strained smile on her face. paprika supposes that it’d be unbecoming for her to tell the duchess she’s returning a brothel. “ i’m a little ways away, but i think i can manage the trek. i’ve done it before. “

[pcprika]

lowell lavaud ;

                     a heartfelt laugh leaves his throat, and it feels so good to have her in his arms, where he knows she’s safe and protected. her weight was considerably more to hold than it had been when she was young, but it wasn’t any less comforting to lift and twirl around — and he only knocked over one chair this time. “ i have missed you more, believe me !! ” he gushed back, letting her go to look into her eyes. “ i brought your favorite soup, in case you’re hungry. oh ! and i went you your mother’s grave yesterday, ” his smile faded, though he tried to keep it on his features. “ i… left a flower for her, from you. ”

                 she finds herself giggling at the words, “ i don’t see how that’s possible, but if you say so. “ truly, paprika loves her her uncle ellie -- he’s the closest thing she has to a father -- but, she pities him just the same. he visits her every week to see the eyes of a dead woman, comes every week to feed another man’s child. it’s rare to find someone who loved another so dearly. it’d been nearly four years since her mom passed and while she missed her, uncle ellie probably misses her much more. “ i hope it was narcissus. ma would have a fit if you left a lily, or somethin’. “ 

[pcprika]

matthais armand ;

@pcprika.

             ❛    do you mind if i join you ?    ❜        the governess had run him from the room as soon as clara had slept,  advising  (  ordering,  really,  but he finds he doesn’t mind  )  the lord to BREAK from a night laboring over the desk,  and p e r h a p s even speak to someone.  it had seemed like rather sound advice at the time,  which is why matthias now sits for dinner across from a young girl,  a faint hint of a smile curving up one corner of his mouth.         ❛    i’m afraid all the other tables seem to be full.    ❜

                 paprika looks up from her plate at the voice. immediately, her disinterested face brightens. she’s hardly one to contend company and a handsome face is MUCH better company than a plate of  p e a s.  “ sure, “ she says with a c o y smile and a light shrug of her shoulders. “ as long as you pass the salt. “ 

[pcprika]

petra dubois ;

            with careful eyes, petra watched the gentle rise and fall of the other girl’s chest as she delivered her melancholia. it was a very pretty performance indeed but petra had also learned a long time ago that no kindness is ever without cost, and there were few brothel girls she’s met that did not have an ambitious bone in her. “you are very good to me little dove,” petra raised an arm and cupped the side of her head, tenderly caressing fingertips along her cheek. then she let it fall. “i should like to meet this sir. show me to him.”

                        there is the slightest hesitation as petra requests to see the man. there are ways to easily justify her lie. everyone is old to paprika. beauty is subjective. but, petra will probably realize her bluff quickly. “ very well, “ she says begrudgingly. she uncrosses her arms with a sigh, “ would you like to, erm... “ she gives the robe that petra wears a considerate look, “ dress before we go ?? “ 

[pcprika]

galilea messmer ;

A small smile tugged at her lips. “It seems the brothel’s in Norden will be the local business to prosper most from the plague. I’ve only been here a few hours and already more than a dozen men have walked through that front door.” She commented. She sat down on the edge of her bed and listened to the younger woman as she began listing off all the rules. She was listening more to know what behavior was expected of the other girls than to know what was expected of her. Her status within the industry allowed her some leeway, and Galilea had never been one to follow rules blindly, but the rules seemed reasonable enough. A curious expression graced her face at the mention of the curfew. “Everyone in this kingdom seems so serious about this curfew. Why is that?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “If you insist. But I will have you know I have no tolerance for that sort of behavior. I intend on treating all of you girls just as I would my own sirens in Kradaeca.” The term sirens was used as a term of endearment for the girls which worked at her brothel, the name having been given to them by some of the frequent clients of the establishment. “If any man disrespects one of you, he will answer to me.” Her tone and expression turned rather serious for a moment, her demeanor fit for a fearsome queen. Just as quickly as her demeanor had changed, it returned to it’s usual playful and coquettish nature. “Now darling, I would absolutely love a tour of the whole place.” She said as she stood from where she had briefly sat on her bed. 

                   with a smile, paprika quotes her boss, “ the world could end tomorrow and the only establishment open would be a brothel. “ paprika can’t help but laugh. the curfew’s been in place since before she was born. probably even before galilea was born. sometimes, it was best not to question such things. “you haven’t heard ?? there are monsters afoot. of course, every country has monsters -- usually the men -- but we have monsters. there are yetis here, madame messmer. yetis and wolves and things that like to grab little children once the sun sets. “ she says nothing on the matter of bad clients. they exist everywhere and they’ve never left a bruise where lowell could see them. that was enough for her. paprika smiles pleasantly as she moves for the door. “ well, understandably, some rooms may be in use, but of course. whatever you’d like, madame. “

[pcprika]

james blackwood ;

He smiled at her again “How are you, are you having a nice day?” His tone as charming as it can be, however he didn’t saw her as someone he could sleep with ir try to seduce, maybe because she is much to young for his taste but that didn’t mean he didn’t see potential in having her on his side.

                        before they had even gone to the new world, paprika had always had her eye on the duke. of course, he only learned of her existance when he had met her by chance but she had always had a juvenile crush on the duke. the smile on her face, she thinks, in unerasable. “ even better now that i’ve seen you. “

[pcprika]

lowell lavaud ;

@pcprika

snowflakes from his clothes blustered onto the floor as he entered the nearly empty brothel. he had not seen papruka for days, and his heart was aching to see her eyes her again. it was only a few hours after dawn, so he supposed ( though he did not profess to know ) that the… visitors of the place had either left or were asleep ( did they even sleep there?? ). though he had more questions than answers, he did as he always did: he walked to the barkeep, and nearly asked for paprika — but he saw her before he could. “ paps !!” he all but cried out, rushing to her without another word or warning. he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, perhaps a little too happy to see her — but he simply couldn’t help himself.

                        she sat at the bar, her head cradled between her arms. she had crept out of bed early this morning with a dry mouth and tired eyes. at the sound of the door opening, she looked over groggily. it took her a moment but as soon as he registered in her mind, immediately she felt awake. as she always did, she jumped to her feet and ran into his arms. “ uncle ellie !! “ the girl cried. then, ignoring the fact she had seen him less than a week ago, she gushed, “ i missed you so much !! “ 

[pcprika]

cleo rothschild ;

Cleo was making her way to her house, she could have taken a carriage but her home was so close to the castle and she hand’t really walked around Norden since she came back, she smiled as she watched the snow falling, she knew how hard this weather was for many but she just it. She saw someone looking rather lost and she walked a bit closer “I’m sorry but are you lost? “ The curfew would be soon.

                 one look at the sky told paprika that she needed to get home now. after seeing a client in the castle -- he was probably some foreign noble -- she had lost track of time and the sun was setting abnormally fast. she startled at the woman approaching her, interrupting her journey home. she gave clumsy courtsey to her ( who from norden didn’t know cleo rothschild ) as she shook her head. “ no, your grace. i’m fine. “

[wnq-writers]

You will never understand what it felt to be jealous over someone you couldn’t have and never say a word …

lilydream  (via soulsame)

[pcprika]

task four

                     CHARACTER TROPES ; paprika ivanka poots

[pcprika]

your mothers eyes, from your eyes, cry to me.

QUEEN, 39.