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Vee watched the action unfold around her with a small amused smile on her lips. It wasn’t often that she got to witness such thorough dressing down. With her drink near forgotten until the barmaid veered her attention in her direction, Vee blinked at its memory. “Oh,” Vee leaned into the bar. “I might accept your offer if you’re willing to offer me the same sweet treatment as the gentleman over there,” the Czech canted her head in the other patron’s direction with a guffaw. “It’s hard to believe he isn’t, in fact, a catch, right? What with the charm and grace of a neanderthal. He might as well club you in the head,” the princess scoffed. “After all, it’s every woman’s dream to be tupped in an alley,” she rolled her green eyes. Never mind the occasions when something of the sorts had almost happened to her.

“Only if you can promise such romantic interludes as he does,” Ari joked back with a grin, her words dripping in her thick French accent. Mindlessly, she took the glass, going on auto-piolet to make another of the same as she listened. “At least if he clubbed me in the head I wouldn’t have to keep listening to his ramblings,” she replied with a curt laugh, adding the second half loud enough for the man in question to hear. “If I’m being honest, I’ve had tristes in worse places, but usually at east then the company makes up for it. This time, I do not think it would.” Ari leaned on the bar as she placed the drink back in front of the woman. “I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

#Ari #AF: Vee #AF: Vee001 #wor verse

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Oba looked at her for a moment. Of any reaction he expected, he wasn’t expecting that. How…unbelievably rude. No, he didn’t like that at all. So, he shrugged, not willing to argue to force her to talk to him. “Well, I figured it would be best to meet and chat at some point before you were walking down the aisle but if you don’t want to, i’m not going to fight you.” And that was that as far as the Nigerian prince was concerned. He wanted to get to know the woman he’d end up ruling a country with, the woman he was expected to raise children with, but he wasn’t a particularly pushy man. Forcing her to spend time with him seemed like an awful start to the relationship.

“You can come find me when you’re ready to get to know me,” Oba suggested, taking a step back.

There was a pause before he started speaking and Max used it to gather herself. At least as much as she could. Something about his words only fueled her fire though. He really had no idea, did he? “I was hoping for a long engagement. Eight, maybe nine...decades.” Max plastered on an obviously fake smile as she tilted her head to the side. Logically she knew where he was coming from, but she wasn’t in the mood right now. The mood to sit awkwardly beside him asking him his favorite color and how many children he was expecting her to bare.

“Look,” she finally said when he took a step back. “I don’t know how much you know about me, clearly not much, but trust me when I say now is a crappy time of year for me. The vibe is less ‘let’s get married’ and more ‘let’s get drunk’.” It wasn’t great, but it was an amount of effort.

#Max #MB: Oba #MB: Oba001 #wor verse

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His nose buried in a book in the middle of the palace library was not an unusual place to find Callum, especially when he’d found a new read on the war that had made his family who they were. The boy had been deep into the causes of World War III when his name brought him out of that world and back to the year 2122, his eyes meeting those of the woman he probably should have introduced himself to by now. Callum had intended to but she either scurried away when he was heading towards her or, the more probably of the two, didn’t put much effort into his search. “Adela of Belgium.” The boy’s Irish accent stuck out like a sore thumb in this palace and he suddenly became a little self-conscious of it, not to mention the blonde’s next words also made him blush slightly.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say to that and Callum could only say the one thing that popped into his mind. “My delicate Irish skin burns easily.” It wasn’t a lie but putting it that way probably made him sound more pompous than he’d intended. The prince added a shrug at the end to try and alleviate that a little if that were even possible. “And I enjoy the books. Have you ever read about the war that made us who we are? It’s fascinating. Almost four hundred million people were killed when the US when down for the count.” Her last statement didn’t go unnoticed either, the prince’s lips lifting a bit. “Good to know I’m not an entire disappointment, I suppose. You’re beautiful, yourself.”

Accents were supposed to be refined, especially those of the members of royalty. Irish, it seemed though, would never sound high-brow no matter how much money or education someone had. It was rough, a little tricky to understand, and if Adela was being honest with herself, though she’d never tell anyone, sexy as hell. That littler flutter her heart did would have to be pushed aside though, she had an image to maintain and going goo-goo eyed in a library didn’t fit it.

Moving on to his next comment her brows rose. “And I thought I was the princess in the room.” Her lips turned up at the ends, the only hint that it was a joke. “They have a tanning bed in the spa though.” Opening her mouth she was ready to say something on the next topic, but he didn’t stop after the question. She was a little taken aback by how into it he was. It certainly explained all the time he was spending in the library though. Maybe he was a disaster addict, but definitely seemed to be a nerd. “I prefer the after effects to the war itself. And you could use a personal styler, but you at least have good taste.” Another small smile appeared on her lips, his compliment was kinda sweet.

#adela #AoB: Callum #AoB: Callum001 #wor verse

Who: Adela + Callum Where: The Library @wileyfoxwrites

Adela had been biding her time since she’d gotten the news. Gathering information and learning what she could about Callum. From what she could tell, he was hot and liked the library. Not exactly her type, but it was workable, right? If she was being honest, she was also avoiding the situation by avoiding the man. Who wanted to be married off to some stranger? Not her. And with her luck, he was probably some addict loser of Danish proportions.

She couldn’t avoid him forever, and maybe he’d actually turn out to be good for something. Hunting him down in the library she pulled out the chair beside him before sitting on the table itself and crossing her legs on the chair. She was wearing a cute skirt today, no harm in showing off a little leg the first time she spoke to him. “Callum O’Rourke.” It wasn’t a question and she wasn’t bothering to be hushed as she spoke to him. In fact, if anything, she was being a little louder than usual. “What’s with this library obsession you have? You definitely need to spend more time on the beach, you need some sun. But,” she paused, looked him over for a moment, “you’re not entirely unfortunate.”

#Adela #AoB: Callum #AoB: Callum001 #wor verse

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#alaya #alaya inspo #AJK: Damerae #wor verse

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Who: Damerae and Alaya Where: Easter Egg Hunt, Sunday the 17th

The whole weekend of Easter festivities had been interesting to say the least. People were acting differently on most days, including himself, and he wasn’t sure whether they were all drinking more than usual or if Easter brought out something different in these people. He couldn’t tell since he’d never been around them on the holiday. Still, he attended each event out of respect for the Thai royals and for a chance to show his diplomacy to everyone else despite his reservations about the whole thing. The egg hunt was fun, Dae even picked up a few of the plastic eggs and enjoyed the treats inside, but the best part about it had been watching everyone else.

A few, in particular, one including his ex-girlfriend. He shouldn’t have been watching her, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it when he realized how much fun she seemed to be having for once. Alaya was good at hiding her true feelings about such things but this girl…this was the one he used to see, this was the girl he had fallen in love with. Dae stayed away from her as long as he could but his feet started propelling him toward her without him realizing at first and before he knew it he was standing in front of the love of his life with nothing to say…for once, It was so unlike him to come up blank and yet there he was sputtering for the words he wanted. “You look like you’re having fun.” It was quiet, far from the happy booming voice he usually had. There was definitely something wrong here but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How wrong would it be of me to ask you if I could join you for the day?”

Alaya had gone to the events present by the palace for the express purpose of being seen. She wasn’t catholic, Easter wasn’t her holiday, but there was never a wrong time to dress to the nines and network. Besides, if she played her cards right, one of these useless future kings would be her ticket to the life she deserved. To do that though, she had to meet him.

What she hadn’t been expecting was a small girl running up to her when she first got there, holding out a sparkling pink plastic egg. “For you.” The accent was thick, but she understood, and after a hesitation she finally took it with a small smile as the girl ran off. Perhaps with was something in the air, but she hadn’t quite been feeling her usual edge over the weekend. As the day progressed she seemed to get even softer, sipping wine, enjoying artisan crafted chocolate, and receiving small gifts from the same little girl that came back every now and again.

By late morning there was a permeant smile on her face and a giggle escaping her lips every now and again as she spoke with people. As Dae stepped up though she couldn’t help but look up at him with a sheepish smile. It seemed almost like a lifetime ago that she’d heard him speak so softly. “I am,” she agreed, just as quietly. “Damerae...” She said his name softly, not like the sharp way she said it when they first saw each other in Thailand, or the inebriated way too excited way at the wedding. “I don’t think it would be so wrong... Might be nice to spend the day with you. And I hear there’s fireworks tonight.”

#Alaya #AJK: Damerae #AJK: Damerae002 #2022EasterEggHunt #wor verse

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Who: Theo + Charlotte Where: Easter Water Fight, Monday April 18th @jaymewritesstuff

Theo had been enjoying the time he’d spent in Thailand so far. Weather wise it was a lot like home, which seem like more than most got, just based on what he’d heard over the last couple weeks. Even without that though, the island was beautiful and the locals had all been kind. Then adding a whole weekend of fun festivities on top was just icing on the cake.

He’d been enjoying the water fight so far, doing his best, and not quite succeeding at, avoiding shots from the other players. Finally though, he found his original target. “Hands up and no one gets hurt,” he said with a lowered tone, walking up behind his sister with his water blaster pointed at her. As she turned around though he couldn’t help but grin.

#Theo #TH: Charlotte #TH: Charlotte001 #2022EasterWaterFight #wor verse

Who: Emma + Lucille Where: Easter Fireworks, Sunday April 17th @museplanetwrites

Emma had only been in Thailand for a couple of weeks, but she’d already learned that long pants wasn’t exactly an option. Even in the dark of the night she found that shorts a loose knit top was all that she needed. With a class of sparking water she’d settled into a place on the beach to watch the fireworks. By halfway through though, she’d found her glass empty and had headed to a table of drinks to get more.

Of course, who would be there by Lucille O’Rourke? She’d known she was here, had seen her around a bit, but had been intentionally keeping her distance. Emma didn’t consider herself a weak person, someone who gave in to things easily, but she had one kryptonite and she came with a stunning Irish accent. Emma couldn’t avoid talking to her forever though, so with an internal promise that a simple conversation wouldn’t lead to anything more, she spoke up. “The fireworks seem pretty nice. Almost kind of make me feel at home, except we don’t do them for Easter.”

#Emma #EIC: Lucille #EIC: Lucille001 #2022EasterFireworks #wor verse

Who: Elodie + Eduard Where: The Easter Fair, Saturday April 16th @havenghost

Elodie had been enjoying the festivities. True, they were only into day two, but so far it had already been a blast, especially seeing how different regions of the world celebrated the holiday. She’d always heard about the giant omelette in Haux, but had never gotten to see herself, which was really what had drawn her down to the fair today. Though, while she was there there was no harm in looking around and trying some interesting new things.

After hitting the face painting booth and getting some gorgeous flowers that looked like they belonged more in le Louvre than around her eye she’d been heading toward a booth that advertised fried twinkies when she realized Gloria wasn’t beside her. The guard was very good at keeping an eye on her, she knew that, but there were a lot of people here she didn’t know and something about feeling like she was alone made her panic. Quickly turning to do a 360 she accidentally bumped squarely into a man’s, admittedly very sculpted, chest. “Oh, I’m very sorry. I was just looking for me...guard.” She’s trailed off a bit as recognition set in. She really hadn’t spoken to Eduard before. In fact, she’d been avoiding it. She hadn’t wanted to seem uncool or make a fool of herself, though, even with careful planning, it seemed that plan had just gone out the window.

#elodie #EC: Eduard #EC: Eduard001 #2022EasterFair #wor verse

Who: Sahir + Bettina Where: Sahir’s Room, March 29th @museplanetwrites

Sahir had never really put much effort into celebrating his birthday. If he did anything at all, it was usually on the down low, like a pleasant dinner with his mother or something along the lines. The rest of the country enjoyed it, and he usually had an appearance or two to make, but no real big celebration. So when Bettina had mentioned wanting to do something, for the first time in their relationship, he’d suggested something lowkey.

Instead he’d suggested a nice dinner on his balcony while they watched the sunset. Lowkey didn’t mean effortless though, he’d ordered an exquisite meal from the kitchens and make sure he was looking fresh and pressed by the time he heard the knock on his door. Opening it with a grin he took a moment to look her over. “It almost seems impossible that you look even more gorgeous every time I see you, sweet Bettina.”