Princess

Presenting the one and only Princess. Credit for artwork to Diableret, diableret.deviantart.com. FC: Sara Paxton

[peaches-princess-blog]

Meeting Sober This Time @detectivebird

[detectivebird]

[…]

Tim arrived at the diner just after two, wanting to give off the impression of being fashionably late. In actuality, he’d been nearby for a good ten minutes, scouting the area just in case. Nothing seemed too suspicious, other than a heavily-built man in a suit standing around inside and looking like he didn’t belong. Given that diners didn’t tend to employ bouncers, Tim’s guess was that somebody inside had a bodyguard. Interesting, but not worrying. 

He’d dressed smart-casually, in a dark red shirt and jeans, not quite sure what impression to give. Or what kind of one he’d given that night. He gave Princess a slight smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

[peaches-princess-blog]

Princess didn’t like lateness, good timekeeping was important simply because there was always more to be done, something else, perhaps someone else to meet. One late arrival could mean an early departure.

She waited almost anxiously, hoping that Tim would turn up, and beginning to fear that he wouldn’t. Then, thankfully she spotted him approaching, and she relaxed a little more. She pushed herself off against the wall, straightening her position. 

“Uhum, if we do ever meet again, can you try not to be? I really hate lateness.” Princess explained, trying to keep her tone as light and friendly as possible. She didn’t want to ruffle his feathers or anything like that, but at the same time she wanted to make him aware of her position on timekeeping. 

“After you.” Princess stated as she crossed to the door of the diner, pulling it open and gesturing with her free hand for Tim to go in. 

[detectivebird]

“Hm? Oh, sure.” Tim sounded almost flippant. It was purposeful, though. Princess’ choice of clothing spoke of something more casual than her irritation, however mild, at him being a couple of minutes late. Nobody was that strict about timekeeping without good reason. If this had been a date, or a business meeting, Tim might have let it slide, but just meeting for coffee? Most people would take closer to fifteen minutes before deciding the other person was starting to waste their time. 

So now Tim was curious, as any good detective would have been. 

He walked through the door, holding it open behind him for Princess, and waiting for a member of staff to gesture them towards a booth. “So exactly how much did I tell you about myself that night? Just so I know whether or not we’re starting from scratch, here.”

[peaches-princess-blog]

Princess murmured a small thank you at Tim holding the door open behind him for her. Manners, always good. It was something that was sorely absent these days. 

"Hmm, well you told me your name was Tim, and you like Rum and Coke, and I am guessing you like birds, or keep birds cause you kept on going on about robins and jays." Princess replied, a slight note of confusion entering her voice as she spoke about the birds. She still hadn't been able to properly figure that one out. 

One of the waitresses came over and directed them to a booth at the far end of the diner. Princess followed after the waitress, settling herself down in the seat and picking up the menu to peruse the available options. 

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

Send in questions regarding my character's past.

[peaches-princess-blog]

Meeting Sober This Time @detectivebird

Thursday, the time had come and Princess had readied herself in simple black trousers and a black hoody. She had to attempt to maintain her status as being ‘dead’. Going out in the bar that night and drinking had not been a good idea, neither had her meeting with this man she was going to meet again. It was exposure, perhaps too much exposure, but she was interested to attempt to get to know this stranger better. He could end up being a potential ally after all. 

So, Princess folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall outside of the diner, waiting for the man she was supposed to be meeting. She hoped that he turned up, and turned up soon. 

[detectivebird]

Tim arrived at the diner just after two, wanting to give off the impression of being fashionably late. In actuality, he’d been nearby for a good ten minutes, scouting the area just in case. Nothing seemed too suspicious, other than a heavily-built man in a suit standing around inside and looking like he didn’t belong. Given that diners didn’t tend to employ bouncers, Tim’s guess was that somebody inside had a bodyguard. Interesting, but not worrying. 

He’d dressed smart-casually, in a dark red shirt and jeans, not quite sure what impression to give. Or what kind of one he’d given that night. He gave Princess a slight smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

[peaches-princess-blog]

Princess didn't like lateness, good timekeeping was important simply because there was always more to be done, something else, perhaps someone else to meet. One late arrival could mean an early departure.

She waited almost anxiously, hoping that Tim would turn up, and beginning to fear that he wouldn't. Then, thankfully she spotted him approaching, and she relaxed a little more. She pushed herself off against the wall, straightening her position. 

"Uhum, if we do ever meet again, can you try not to be? I really hate lateness." Princess explained, trying to keep her tone as light and friendly as possible. She didn't want to ruffle his feathers or anything like that, but at the same time she wanted to make him aware of her position on timekeeping. 

"After you." Princess stated as she crossed to the door of the diner, pulling it open and gesturing with her free hand for Tim to go in. 

[ijustwantedtobeahunter]

Send a æ for a fact about the muse or send ∆ for a fact about the mun

[omnipotentmoon]

[meme-archive]

Send me a ∆ for my muses reaction on walking in on yours naked.

[askboxmemes]

If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?

[peaches-princess-blog]

Meeting Sober This Time @detectivebird

Thursday, the time had come and Princess had readied herself in simple black trousers and a black hoody. She had to attempt to maintain her status as being 'dead'. Going out in the bar that night and drinking had not been a good idea, neither had her meeting with this man she was going to meet again. It was exposure, perhaps too much exposure, but she was interested to attempt to get to know this stranger better. He could end up being a potential ally after all. 

So, Princess folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall outside of the diner, waiting for the man she was supposed to be meeting. She hoped that he turned up, and turned up soon. 

[diableret-deactivated20160714]

peaches-princess replied to your photo: //new glasses… hair dyed back to what should be…

((Wow… I wanna kiss you))

//Bee sweetheart, you can kiss me anytime you like lol… that probably sounds very wrong to people who dont know us but I’m going to post that anyways :P

[peaches-princess-blog]

((Well time to pucker up then! :D))

[peaches-princess-blog]

That awkward moment when you are ashamed to be an OC

[peaches-princess-blog]

Cannot Stay Away @ justicehastwosides

[peaches-princess-blog]

Princess looked up when she heard the knocking on the door. Normally she would just have called out for the person on the other side of the door to come in, but she had grown to be far more cautious in recent times, and that was one of the most idiotic things you could do. 

So, she placed her cup on the table and rose to her feet and approached the door, taking a quick peek through the peephole on the door to check and see who it was. She took a deep breath and prepared a smile when she seen who was there. 

“Well hello there stranger, come on in.” She remarked casually as she pulled open the door, stepping to the side to allow Harvey to come in. 

“Feel free to take a seat. Oh and if you want, there’s beer in the fridge” She added, gesturing to the table. 

[justicehastwosides-archive-deac]

Offering a thin smile as he entered, Harvey lifted a hand to pull the fedora from his head, the other hand rising to sweep his bangs back along his scalp as he took a moment to study the front of her apartment. “Thanks, honey. Good t’ see ya again.” He glanced over his shoulder, spotted a coat rack on the wall, then hung his hat and trench coat on it before smoothing out his jacket. “How’s life been treatin’ ya, Princess?”

[peaches-princess-blog]

Princess shut and locked the door behind her then stretched her arms out before returning to the table. She indicated for Harvey to take the seat opposite her, waiting until he had took off his hat and trench coat, hanging them on the coat rack. 

"Same shit different day. I've been out of town for a while though, had a few meetings round the country." She reached for her cup of tea and took another drink. 

"Jason and I split up which is why I am here now." Princess explained, carefully folding up the letter she had been reading before and slipping it back into the envelope that it had arrived in. 

"How about you Harvey? Been up to much?" She questioned. 

[askboxmemes]

TELL ME HOW YOU’D FUCK ME.

[thecrimsonrosegrell-deactivated]

In vivid fucking detail. If I’m too embarrassed to post it, you win. But you won’t.

[niklauslikestodance-deactivated]

Send ✉ for a half-asleep text

[caton9nearchives-deactivated201]

Meanwhile on Skype

I AM THE MASTER OF FEAR STOP STARING AT MY CROTCH

[peaches-princess-blog]

*stares at crotch* I can't help it! It' so beautiful! 

[xclaude-faustusx]

My muse is sensually moaning your muses name in their sleep... How does your muse react? What do they do?

[detectivebird]

peaches-princess replied to your post: [TEXT] Glad I wasn’t the only one who clearly got hammered last night. Wait, you were going to delete my number?

[TEXT] You probably won’t remember me, but I sure remember you. The name is Princess.

[TEXT] I don’t, sorry. 

[TEXT] What exactly happened?

[peaches-princess-blog]

[TEXT] We had a few drinks, shared a few funny stories mostly about dogs trying to ride bicycles.Then we exchanged our numbers over a quick kiss. 

[gallifreyan-angel]

Reblog this if it's ok for my muse to send texts to your muse, even if they've never interacted. Some really great friendships start with the wrong numbers after all..

[peaches-princess-blog]

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend, Dear [insert URL here],