The Red in the Purple Bruise

@philipleith

Philip Leith. 25. Fighter. Royal Guest

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“I wish it were that simple, but Mother is…difficult to persuade once she has decided upon something. She’s always discouraged me from fighting, wants me to be a ‘proper lady’ instead. If I may be so bold as to say, I once wanted to join the Queen’s Protective Services. As we both know though, they don’t allow women. Unfortunate really.”

Natalie hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “No, not really. I haven’t had friends or anything of the sort in several years, so for a while I wasn’t, not even with my brother. I’m glad you enjoy my company though, it might be an awkward situation if you didn’t,” she told him with a light laugh.

“Do you not anymore? I mean I understand that they do not allow women to join, but it’s still a dream you cuold hold onto. I think that bold dreams are the best, because if you can not go for the largest possibility, then it is not what you deserve.” Talking about this brought a slight feel of hypocrisy to his stomach.

“Yes it’d be quite awkward, but I’m glad that I’ve met you. I can honestly say we can be friends for a very long time. It feels so natural being around someone with a spirit like yours.”

Laughing, he followed his new friend inside. “Just drinks, or do you think we could talk Faye into karaoke night?”

“Oh yes! We can show off our skills. We must convince her and make this night even better.”

“Ohh… I- I’ve never heard anyone call them that before…. you won’t get in trouble for it?”

“What? No. I- I don’t think so, I live a quite dull and boring life…”

“Trouble? Huh, I never really thought of that. I haven’t yet so I should be pretty good. Oh come on, everyone lives in some kind of spectacular view. Maybe you just haven’t noticed.”

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Henry thought about it for a moment, trying not to laugh. “That could possibly be it, or perhaps he really just wanted to play. Do horses like water? I don’t know very much about them.”

“Yes water! Ah, but he does need some kind of food, besides his oats. The old horse gets tired of food very quickly, butn ever carrots. What a troubling horse.”

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Eric chuckled and nodded with a bright smile. “Absolutely! And they’re so much fun to eat because you can bite off the pointy bits then it becomes a circle and you’ve got a whole new shape.” His smile grew grew even bigger as he looked over at his friend. “That’s beautiful to think about. I’ve got to watch the stars more carefully now. We might be able to see some of their stories.”

“We should do it together! And even if we can’t figure it out, we can make up the most adventrous stories that we can think of.” Excitement perked in his voice. It was nice for once to think about this, instead of bein royalty and what’s best for everyone else. “I wonder if they look down at us, and make up stories about who we are too.”

“I’m sure you could if you wanted to. But trust me, you don’t want to. This is a much better approach. What are you drinking? I never try new things. Just stick to my usual…”

“I believe it’s what they call a Time Bomb, I let the bartender pick three variations of hard ilquor and add some juice to it.”

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“That sounds amazing. But now that I’ve been talking about cookies I could go for those as well. Do you know of a place that would have both?”

“Oh I do know of a place with some pretty good cookies. Fondue... I’m drawing a blank, but I’m sure I can find it somewhere.”

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes quite, but I do think that I’ll need to be dry cleaned.”

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“That’s not very nice. It just looks like he wants to play.”

“It seems like his idea of playing is one sided.”

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“What happened here?”

“Melissa! Oh uh... You come around here often?”

“I’m glad you stepped in. Things would’ve turned ugly for me real fast if you didn’t. How about I buy you a drink to thank you?”

“Ah well.. I’m not sure if you’re able to purchase what I like. I’m more hard liquor than juice.”

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“We had an interesting time together is all I can say about that.” She glanced to him with curiosity in her eyes, interested by his statement. “Really? What happened?”

“Well, when I tried to get back in, the doors seemed to have been locked. My luck right? I tried banging on the door and getting someone’s attention, but no one in the castle could hear me apparently.”

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“Oh… If you’re sure. I would just hate to be rude, since you were such a nice customer the other night.”

“Oh that night... Heh, it was quite embaressing now that I think about it. I apologize for any inconvience.”

“It’s easy. You take anything you can find to make the music with, and then you just sing whatever pops into your mind. I do it all the time!”

“Well why don’t you show me first? And then I’ll follow your lead.”

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After Hours || Tatiana & Philip

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Tia did her best to hold back a laugh. The man was clearly drunk, and although she hadn’t been paying enough attention before to any outside noises, she couldn’t deny the fact that it was raining tonight. “If Louis hasn’t already put it back in the freezer for the night,” she answered him, unsure if she really wanted to help this guy out. A customer was a customer, though, and Tatiana didn’t have it in her to ignore him. “I’ll go check,” she said with a forced smile as she made her way to the back. In the refrigerator, there was one slice left from the day. She took it out, unwrapped it, and made her way back to the man. “It’s the last one,” she said, setting it down on a table in front of him.

“My oh my!” The prince clapped his hand together like a child being fed candy. He took a moment, staring down at the pastry. An essence surrounded him, unable to let him go. Then that’s when the battle betwen man and pie had begun. Bursts of fruit popped into his mouth with a ribbon of crust tying it all together. His intoxication exaggerated each moan that bellowed from his mouth. Drunk Philip believed that this was the best feeling in the world, that this night could not get any better. “Oh you’re a saint, you’re such a ...” His words trailed off as his pie replaced them. He had won, the Prince was the victor aganist the battle of man and pie.

“I’m the brains around here. You’re just the… Yes, the one with the pointy sword.”

“We could be the most dangerous duo, but we must stop for pastries every now and then.”

“Actually it is, especially watching so many people stumble around as they try to dance.”

“Well I’m glad you’re entertained, how about I entertain you some with my sweet dance moves.”

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