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@princessroux
text- my better half
emerald: paging princess peach, paging princess peach
emerald: did i see a certain prince leaving our apartment the other morning? or was i sleep walking??
amelia: 👀👀👀👀
amelia: depends on who you saw
amelia: were they, say, a certain prince so dashingly handsome with the nicest blue eyes you’ve ever seen? 🤔
is there ever a childhood crush you wish you could go after?
Once upon a time, I had a silly little schoolgirl crush on one Miss Ava Pendragon. She took my breath away the first time I saw her and so ensued some very conflicting feelings that a young Amelia had to sort through, but at the end of the day, she saw me as no more than her friend’s little sister, and still does to this day, so that ship sailed long ago. Either way, I was, like, super subtle with my crush, so I doubt she ever even noticed.
top three hottest girls and guys?
Easy.
I’ve always believed Ava to be beautiful. Emerald’s the most gorgeous woman to walk the face of the earth, and Bridgette is just so jaw-droppingly hot, for lack of better word.
As for the men, well, Baron’s certainly on my list, if only because I do love a man with a fashion sense. Plus, have you seen his eyes? Ahem, moving on, Callum’s certainly a looker, and he will never hear me say this to his face, but that Josh Gaston certainly has some redeeming qualities. Six, in fact, one for each of his abs.
he’d always loved the holiday season, christmas back home when he was a kid was magic to him. a giant tree that he went with his dad to help chop down, the smell of pastries filling the castle, christmas lights put up in intricate designs that dazzled a young baron rose when he came barreling down the stairs in the morning to open his presents. aurora always wore a beautiful gown to dinner, she smelled like sugar cookies and let him sit in her lap even if her dress was practically priceless and made by the fairies that stayed in the guest corridor. so when december rolled around, it always made him feel warm and happy inside, which was exactly what he needed right now given the last two months sent him in a tailspin.
seeing amelia had really put him off, their interaction in the bathroom on halloween night replaying in his head over and over again. the way she got so close to him, the familiar scent that seemed to linger on her skin even after their time apart, the colors in her hues as she looked up at him. it made him feel somethings that he’d been missing, and her lips were so close to his before she was gone before he had time to process what had just happened. the pain in his chest lingered for weeks after, he didn’t even want to leave his room, but class made that impossible and he didn’t want to upset his family if his marks went down. but it wasn’t like he could focus when he did make it to class, day dreaming in the back as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do.
but he didn’t know what to do, because he couldn’t force her to love him again. now, in decemeber, he was feeling a little better with the holiday spirit. obviously he was going to be at this ball, as heir to the throne of auroria and one who loved a good event, it wasn’t surprising he was here. his parents were here too, somewhere, because there was some big announcement that was supposed to happen. and when it did drop, boy were people confused. baron didn’t know beatrice all that well, but he was pretty sure ela and mitch were an item? still, after they came out, there was to be a couples dance and he rolled his eyes as he grabbed another flute of champagne.
quick to knock it back though as his parents popped back up and urged him to find someone to dance with, he tried to protest before they perked up and called over someone. turning around, he saw amelia being ushered his way before his parents insisted they dance together. they hadn’t a clue of their history, their relationship was sort of under wraps due to mitch’s disapproval, but he was a little busy with his own date and he didn’t really have time to protest before they were being ushered to the dance floor together now. quietly, he felt his hands shake as he finally looked at her. zues, she was absolutely breath taking, his palms were sweating a bit as extended a hand to her with a weak expression. “it’s just one dance, then i’ll leave you alone. i don’t…wanna cause a scene.” he murmured, pursing his lips together as he finally managed to make eye contact with her.
@princessroux
Amelia was born and bred to be the perfect princess, meaning she knew her part and played it well. However, her patience was waning with every passing second, and Adam’s presence made it no easier, especially not when he tried to pretend as if they were in any way alright with one another after he had raised his voice at her. He had never yelled at Amelia the way he had the night she went home to implore him to reconsider his position on forcing her brother’s hand in marriage before the end of the new year. She was the apple of his eye, the one he doted upon most, much to Belle’s chagrin, but he was much too stubborn to realize that he had crossed a line. Amelia tended to be quick to forgive her father’s transgressions, but this one, well... it hurt her deep in her pride and made her blind admiration for Adam waver ever so slightly.
With that said, the night hadn’t been up to par as balls were in the past. Frankly, she came in with absolutely no expectations at all and still managed to near the end of the night with nothing but disappointment. If she were anyone else, she would’ve departed long before the news of her brother’s engagement broke to better spend the night with her heels off, wine in hand, and a trashy Auradonian reality TV show on the screen, but since she loved him dearly, she decided to stay, if only to ensure someone would be there to keep up appearances for his sake. Emerald was Zeus-only-knew-where and her glass of champagne had been sipped to the very last drop, so she was bordering on antsy when Aurora and Philip came into her peripheral and were beckoning her over.
She placed her empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray before she gracefully made her way over to them, smiling all the while. Even if she didn’t feel up to the night’s festivities, it wouldn’t deter her disposition in front of others, especially not in front as royals as esteemed as the Roses. Baron was another story, but with any luck, she’d miss him altogether and end the night unscathed from a messy run-in with her ex-boyfriend. Or so she thought until someone moved from her line of sight and there he stood, handsome as ever, appearing every bit as nervous as she felt now that it dawned on her that they summoned her over to act as a dancing partner for their son. Of-frickin’-course.
Following Baron onto the dance-floor, she stared at his extended hand for a moment before placing hers in his, her heart stuttering in her chest as she did. “If you think I’d make a scene in front of your parents,” she said, trying in vain to appear unfazed, “you really don’t know me as well as you think.” Then, the music began, and she placed her other hand on his shoulder as they began to move to the song’s melody, which, of course, was a romantic ballad. “Did you put them up to this?” Amelia asked, her eyes darting briefly to Aurora and Philip, who were too caught up in one another to notice.
The night had gone according to plan, but none of it felt right. The tension upon the announcement was overwhelmingly palpable, and Amelia caught herself often glancing towards her brother, who seemed to be in an ever-increasing state of disarray with how utterly defeated he appeared -- at least to her. To anyone else none the wiser, he was just the king who had announced his engagement; it was cause for celebration, but the ball began to feel more and more like a foreshock that preceded something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but that would inevitably reach all those involved in some way or another. And Amelia wasn’t too sure it’d be for the better.
With only her brother’s emotional state weighing on her mind, she hadn’t even the slightest idea on how Triss was handling everything, if at all. She hadn’t a moment to catch the other girl on her own until sometime later into the night, just when things were reaching their lull. Only then did Amelia find her and with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she said, “I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you look stunning, Triss.” She stepped closer to her, her voice lowering to keep others from eavesdropping as her smile dimmed, the slightest crease forming in between her brows as she softly said, “It isn’t all you thought it’d be, is it?”
@beatricefae
( TEXT ↠ ELA 🐒 )
AMELIA: Hey.
AMELIA: I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me or my family at this moment in time, but I just want to you know that I'm here for you, if anything, okay?
AMELIA: I'm sorry about everything, Ela.
Amelia knew how to play her part better than most of the royals in a similar position as hers, but even she couldn’t feign content when around her father, keeping her distance altogether from him throughout the night. His complete refusal to bend just this once on one of his decisions served as the final straw for Amelia, who was usually quick to side with him on most everything, but forcing Mitch’s hand in marriage was too grand of a request, even for her. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been so disturbed had it not been that it caused Mitch so much grief in the process. It simply wasn’t fair. None of this was, and to see her brother so hurt, well... her own eyes welled with tears at the thought, but she kept herself together as she worked through the motions of the night, ever the perfect princess with the darling smile.
When she finally found a moment to herself, the first person on her mind was Mitchell, and she sought him out through the crowd, politely pulling him from what he was doing before she settled in front of him. She worked to smooth the lapels of his suit as her eyes searched for any indication on his face that gave way to how he truly felt. The faintest smell of alcohol resonated from his person, and she wished for nothing more than to go right up to Adam to give him a piece of her mind once more, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Not here, anyway. “Should we get some air?” she asked, wondering if he needed a moment away from the festivities and away from the watchful eyes of others.
@itsmitchroux
amelia eloise roux’s closet.
winter solstice ball.
( TEXT ↠ BRIDGETTE ✨ )
BRIDGETTE: Yes girl. Screw boys. What are they good for except holding your bags during shopping trips? Nothing. Most can't understand how to take a normal picture to save their lives, they can't find a balance between too little or too much cologne, and they have a horrible habit of breathing from their mouths. They're like a five year old. Pathetic.
BRIDGETTE: Oh I doubt she'd mind at all. Plus she has a boy toy and I bet if I told her about this in advance she'd even offer to spend the night wherever he lives.
AMELIA: You sound like a woman scorned, but you begrudgingly have a point. Is there someone new I should know about, or is this just your general distaste for most men speaking?
AMELIA: Right, that Christensen boy. Don't really see the appeal these Christensen boys apparently have, but whatever suits her fancy. It's set then. Your place it is, gorgeous.
emerald-ali:
There were boxes almost up to the ceiling throughout her apartment from Amelia, but she wouldn’t want it any other way. The girl was just as extra as she could be, and they wouldn’t be elite princesses without their high maintenance qualities. But unpacking could be saved for tomorrow, for now, it was time for quality time with one of her favorite people. Emerald could be a little selfish, of course, but when it came to Amelia was so especially so. With her absence over the last year, she was just waiting on the day that her bestie came back, and now that she was and she was LIVING with her? It was paradise. Soon enough, she came through her door and she beamed a sunny smile her way, “Ugh, don’t we all. Luckily, as far as cleaning goes, I have a maid come and tidy up once a week. So, least we have that covered. And I’ll help you unpack….tomorrow, right now, I need my Amelia time. C’mere.”
Her arms stretched out wide, smiling when the princess crawled onto her large bed, curling up beside her and automatically putting her at ease. Fingers automatically coming up to comb through her best friend’s hair, she laughed a bit at what she said, “Beauty, brains, and magic? Really, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world, you’re right. Besides, you have enough money to buy some stuff if things don’t go your way, which hardly ever happens anyways.” Emerald reminded her, shooting her a look with a little smile, moving a bit to face her as she took her hands, “Well, that’s tough. I wish I could like, know what people are thinking. That way I can know people’s intentions and if they are gonna hurt me or someone I care about-” Pausing, she rolled her eyes and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling, “Genie always told me and my family if we need anything, he knows some people but…my folks don’t want to rely on wishes and stuff.”
There were so few people who could make her feel as at ease as Emerald. From the moment their paths crossed, it was as if they were destined for one another, two halves of one whole, the stars in her sky. Everything could fall to pieces, but Amelia’s worries would melt upon a few kind and gentle words coming from her lips. It was how she found herself now, shoulders un-tensing the second she felt Emerald’s fingers brush through her hair, allowing herself to revel in the feel as she listened to her speak.
It was true; seldom did things go awry for Amelia, always someone willing to bend to the princess’ will upon the slightest of pouts or the flash of her platinum credit card. Still, it was nice to imagine, if only for a moment, that she could make things fall into place with only a swish of her hand. “Like with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named,” she said, referring to Dev, but she didn’t want to be so bold as to say his name aloud and risk ruining the moment, “would’ve been nice to know his intentions before it all went down, but that’s why I’m here, to help you weed out the good from the bad. Nothing less than the best for my heart.”
“Why are they adamant you don’t? Is that not part of the reason they fell in love?” she asked, following after Emerald and resting back against the bed, though she intertwined their fingers to still keep her close. “What’s the worse that’d happen? You’d wish for world peace? For a puppy? For a man who’s kind and handsome and thoughtful and always puts you first?” The latter of the suggestions made her burst into a small laugh as she said, “On second thought, you may have to put me in touch with Genie to put me in touch with his people, because I know what I’d wish for.”
oliviarwhite:
On some level Liv wasn’t quite sure what to expect with Amelia. Given their distance since she had fought against the arranged marriage to her brother (and even before that, really), there was definitely a world in which Amelia could have received her frostily… but Liv was 100% sure that it had been drilled into Amelia, just as it had been drilled into her, that such a reception amongst family friends was not regal.
They were way more likely to grin and bear it.
Was that what was happening? Liv couldn’t help but question as she mentally noted Amelia’s actions before taking the offered seat across from her, offering a genuine smile in return to the girl’s words. “You look well too, Amelia. It’s nice to see you around again.”
And it was nice. It wasn’t Liv trying to butter her up while having an awkward conversation. She was genuinely happy to be speaking to her. “We just haven’t talked in a while. I wanted to see how you’ve been,” Liv began, doing her best to settle in for what would hopefully be a decently long conversation that did not end in a rejection of what she was about to propose.
“Also I have a question I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit, and time is… definitely running out for me to ask it.”
Her smile only grew upon Olivia’s words, feigning modesty as she dismissively waved a hand, saying, “You’re too kind.” Amelia knew she looked good; it was a pointed effort she had made every morning since arriving back to Auradon -- no hair out of place, just the right shade of lipstick, and a pair of shoes so beautiful, it’d drive any princess green with envy that they didn’t have it in their own possession. It made her feel... grounded. Like she knew where she stood, even if all else whirred past her head so quickly.
“I’m doing better now than when I initially arrived,” she admitted, taking her cup between her hands, still warm to the touch. With a shrug, Amelia said, “I lived in the dorms for about a week and could only barely manage. Gods bless Emerald for suggesting we live together, otherwise I’m not sure the obnoxiously loud person in the dorm next to me would’ve made it out alive.” She rolled her eyes, but she laughed despite herself. “Since then, I’ve just been trying to focus on myself. It’s, uh-- it’s a work in progress.”
"How are you, though? Tell me what’s going on in the life of Miss Olivia White, and spare no detail, darling,” she was quick to shift the subject, raising her drink to her lips to take a small sip. Upon her question, Amelia raised a brow in question, wondering what exactly she could possibly ask of her. “Oh?” she said, “Color me intrigued. What’s up, Liv?”
👀 + have you ever been in love? do you believe in love at first sight?
I’ve been in love before – both with someone and with the mere idea of love. Neither necessarily worked out for me so much, but I hope to know better for the next time someone else should steal my heart, if ever. Love at first sight is what we’ve heard of in our parents’ stories, but I’m not sure if I believe it was just that. Sometimes your heart knows they’re meant to be something to you before your mind catches up, so I believe more in… connection at first sight. In the ‘you’re-going-to-be-someone-important-to-me’ at first sight. Whether it blossoms into romantic love is another story, though a girl can only hope – not, uh, me, exactly, since I’m doing this thing where I focus more on myself than any boy at the moment, but for someone else, it’d be beautiful.
( text ↠ mon chou 👯♀️ )
Andie: I like to think so 💞 and you can borrow all the sweats. Somehow I'm sure you'll make it high fashion. Let's be real. You could wear a trash bag and make it look good.
Andie: I'm gonna find some dumb comedy with Jonah Hill or for background noise and we can put those facemasks you like on each other
Andie: AFTER we eat. Those things are so gross when you get them in your mouth. Do NOT want a repeat of last time lol
Andie: I'm proud of you for turning a new leaf. No going backwards!! Only forwards!! Onward to better things ☺️
amelia: well, athleisure wear has already made its comeback before me, even if it's merely glorified gym clothes that just barely pass the threshold of being appropriate enough to go to the market in, but i digress. you flatter me. please, feel free to keep going. 💁♀️
amelia: i trust you to find the dumbest comedy with jonah hill you can get your hands on. and yes, face masks AFTER we eat, though seeing you learn it was a mistake firsthand was probably the funniest thing i'd ever seen in my life. you're cute when you're clueless, darling.
amelia: and you, too. this semester is almost over, and the next will be the best yet because i'll be here to cheer you on the whole way. it's you and me against the world.
amelia: and YES, that means going to one of your tourney games, and YES, i'll get dressed in school colors, but i draw the line at painting my face. i'm too pretty to hide my gods-given features.
👀 + Do you think you'd make a better Queen then your brother is King?
At one point, I’m sure I thought of something to that extent. But now my brother is king, and, well… there aren’t many people I trust as much as I do Mitchell. I trust his heart and that it’s in a good place. Given that it was his own decision to form the council to aid him in his reign, I also trust that he has a good head on his shoulders. I may have thought that at some point, but now, after everything, my brother has my utmost faith and support. He’ll be a good king to us all.
👀 + Would you ever take back someone who cheated?
Short answer, no. Long answer, being in the spotlight as I am, the last thing I’d want is for someone to make a fool of me or my family’s name by stepping out on our relationship. I’d want to be with someone I could trust, more than anything. Someone who I know would want to protect not only my reputation but my family’s reputation as well. And then on a more personal level, if someone were to find that sort of fulfillment outside of our relationship, be it physical or emotional intimacy, then I wouldn’t want to be with them in the first place. I want to be with someone so completely infatuated with me, which I don’t think is too far-fetched a request.
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
