LUMIERE.

[shewanes]

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒  is  a  dependent  roleplay  blog  for  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐐,  an  18+  roleplay  group  set  in  narnia’s  golden  age.  muses  featured  here  are  astoria  montilyet,  princess  of  archenland.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  found  family  is  one  of  my  all  time  favorite  tropes  so  i’ve  decided  to  make  these  starters  ,  including  both  fluff  and  angst.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  you’re like the family i wish i had.  ❜ ❛  i trust you with my life.  ❜ ❛  please don’t ever leave me.  ❜ ❛  you’re the only person i have left !  ❜ ❛  you’re more than just a friend to me. you’re family.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ❜ ❛  you’re the closest thing to a brother / sister i have.  ❜ ❛  come on , give me a hug.  ❜ ❛  i love you , [name].  ❜ ❛  you’re my favorite person in the whole world.  ❜ ❛  thank you for always being there for me.  ❜ ❛  this means more to me than you can imagine.  ❜ ❛  i care about you and i will always care about you.  ❜ ❛  you’re acting like my mom.  ❜ ❛  shut up and let me comfort you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never been part of a group before.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea just how important you are to me.  ❜ ❛  i seriously regret letting you move in with me.  ❜ ❛  can you just hold me for a while ?  ❜ ❛  i couldn’t ask for a better friend.  ❜ ❛  is this what family is supposed to be like ?  ❜ ❛  i wish we had grown up together.  ❜ ❛  it feels like you’ve always been part of my life.  ❜ ❛  you know me better than anyone.  ❜ ❛  just leave me alone , okay ?  ❜ ❛  this place is the closest thing to home i have.  ❜ ❛  i’m so lucky i got to meet you.  ❜ ❛  if you ask me , this whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ thing is nonsense.  ❜ ❛  you’re making me feel a little less lonely.  ❜ ❛  just face it , you’re stuck with me now - whether you want to or not.  ❜ ❛  i want to grow old with you.  ❜ ❛  you’re the first person who has accepted me for who i am.  ❜ ❛  i’ve finally found my people.  ❜ ❛  will you still love me even if i tell you my secret ?  ❜ ❛  no matter what you do or say , i’m not leaving you.  ❜ ❛  you don’t have to deal with this on you’re own.  ❜ ❛  i want to help you , but you have to let me in.  ❜ ❛  this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.  ❜ ❛  i’m here fore you. today. tomorrow. every day for the rest of you’re life.  ❜ ❛  if you need me , i’m just one call away.  ❜

[victoria-pedretti]

Cinderella (2015) dir. Kenneth Branagh

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[shewanes]

ofparavel​:

❝ incredibly so, ❞ she agreed with a sharp nod, a tender smile finding its way to her lips. it was always nice to hear humans openly acknowledge the beauty of her kind, almost as though she truly needed the validation. ❝ it is peaceful out here, inside the palace it’s much too loud. loud enough to scare even the stars, ❞ yue explained, turning her face to look at the stranger once more. their features were lovely under the glowing light provided by the moon, but it was a face she’d not yet seen around the cair nor from the sky and she wondered about her purpose in narnia.

❝ is that why you’ve come out here as well? ❞ she asked curiously, bringing her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them in an attempt to combat the chill that was slowly creeping over her. ❝ i have yet to find a sound as soothing as the waves, ❞ the twinkle-less star told the other, her smile unwavering now as she thought of the many things outdoors she adored so. ❝ there’s no place quite as beautiful as this, ❞ yue spoke honestly, having seen a enough of each of the lands to know, and from a truly unique vantage point.

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐄  more  curious  as  she  listens  to  the  other  speak.  the  castle?  loud?  it  certainly  is  busy  from  what  she’s  seen,  but  from  the  way  this  person  speaks  of  it,  it’s  like  it’s  too  loud  for  their  soul.  it  must  be  out  of  their  nature  to  be  amongst  humans—and,  given  the  country,  narnian  beasts.  astoria  supposes  she  understands  in  a  way;  she  too  feels  easily  overwhelmed  often.  it’s  as  if  the  magic  inside  her  is  thrashing  about  in  the  prison  of  her  skeleton,  tearing  her  down  in  an  effort  to  break  free.  yet  while  astoria’s  brows  are  furrowed  for  a  while  as  she  listens  to  the  other,  there  is  a  faint  smile  on  her  lips  even  so.

“ oh,  i  didn’t  come  out  here  with  the  intention  of  watching  the  stars,  although  i  heard  from  a  friend  that  it’s  most  beautiful  on  the  beach  during  sunset. ”  that  friend  being  the  high  king  peter,  of  course.  astoria’s  tight-lipped  smile  widens  politely  as  she  gracefully  lifts  the  skirts  of  her  blue  dress—archenlander  in  fashion  still—and  takes  a  seat  next  to  the  other  on  the  sand.  “ i  merely  went  for  a  wander  and  found  myself  here.  but  i  must  agree:  this  beach  is  quite  beautiful,  and  you’re  right.  even  the  sound  of  the  waves  is  majestic,  almost  like  some  old  magic  lives  here. ”

leaning  closer  to  the  other,  the  princess  smiles  and  lowers  her  voice  as  she  continues,  “ although,  i  have  heard  that  narnian  waters  are  particularly  filled  with  just  that. ”  the  princess’  back  straightens  and  she  lets  out  a  pleasant  sigh  as  her  gaze  averts  to  the  stars  once  more,  as  though  all  one  could  ever  want  is  to  just  sit  here  and  observe.  as  if  this  very  beach  and  the  stars  above  it  were  paradise.  “ have  you  seen  much  of  narnia,  then?  lived  here  for  long? ”

[shewanes]

xshallows​:

“Forgive me, that was not meant to sound accusatory. Not everyone has been quite as receptive to mingling with us commoners.” Most of the other nobles had been quite apprehensive when Nixie tried to approach. It was strange to her, since no one in Narnia thought twice about it. She wondered what their countries were like if they were so far removed from the common populace. “You flatter me. Well if friendship is what you need, that I can happily provide.” Nixie truly never met a stranger, her friendship was always won over rather easily. The naiad happily looped her arm through the others. “Nixie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀’𝐒  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐒  the  naiad  mentions  that  some  haven’t  been  most  receptive,  but  it  returns  in  full  force  when  nixie  loops  their  arm  through  her  own.  never  mind  about  the  others—astoria  knew  what  archenlander  nobles  could  be  like,  although  she’s  sure  they’re  not  the  only  ones  here—so  long  as  she  made  a  good  impression.  “ i’m  astoria, ”  she  smiles,  leaving  the  princess  part  of  her  title  out.  there  was  truly  no  need  to  bring  it  up.  “ and  it’s  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  too.  now,  you  must  tell  me  all  about  yourself  so  that  we  can  officially  call  ourselves  friends  and  i  can  distract  you  as  i  pay  for  the  wine, ”  astoria  grins,  patting  the  other’s  hand  as  they  walk.  “ my  treat. ”  she  has  more  than  enough  gold,  after  all.

[sapphicpinkyverse]

josie & lizzie + being the cutest sisters

[shewanes]

tilianisms​:

tilan knew it would take at least a fortnight to rid himself of the shock and awe that came with arriving to cair paraval. from it’s rolling green hills and mystical dawns, the man couldn’t deny himself a small look once and while between tasks. now he found himself studying the art which could be found hanging on the wall.

unlike any the man has ever seen, there’s a small wish to have been paying better attention during the first tour. dozens and dozens of painting could be found and just as he was taking in another exquisite and priceless piece, he knocks into something sharply. a hearty splash of the wine jug over his sleeve and the ground.

he nearly wanted to jump from the mere sight of her, “no madame, forgive me, ” tilian begins, his tone rough at first he draws out his best handkerchief from his lapel pocket. “are you hurt?…”

“ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓?  𝐎𝐇,  𝐍𝐎.  𝐈𝐓’𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  wine,  after  all, ”   astoria  says  with  a  breathless  laugh,  although  the  look  on  her  face  and  the  way  her  brows  furrow  in  the  middle  shows  just  how  apologetic  she  really  is.  “ although  i  suppose  it’s  wine  that  has  now  ruined  your  wonderful  tunic... ”  the  princess  sighs,  reaching  to  snatch  the  handkerchief  from  his  grasp  and  dab  it  gently  against  the  stain.  astoria’s  fingers  wrap  around  the  other’s  arm  tenderly  as  she  gazes  up  at  him,  eyes  filled  with  concern.  “ will  it  come  out?  you  must  let  me  reimburse  you  if  it  doesn’t.  i  should’ve  been  looking  where  i  was  going... ” 

[shewanes]

ofpeterthemagnificent​:

While the suggestion might have been Peter’s to view the sunset and it actually was one of his favorite things to do to view it from the sands of the beaches far below the cliffs of Cair Paravel, he might have already been thinking of suggesting the idea to Edmund and for his brother and Astoria to be off together. The high king was playing matchmaker, a role he never imagined he’d be in. But for now he let that idea stay stew in the back of his mind, they were enjoying the spring festivities, small talk and all.

“I am and we all are.” He says with an obvious sense of pride in his tone. If anything be said of High King Peter it was that he did in fact love Narnia and wanted to protect it. He appreciated her note of the effort of it, so much had changed in the fifteen years and a lot happened. “It was harder in the earlier days, when all of this was so new for everyone. Now, the supporters have either hidden well or bide they time. All we can do is prepare and hope were ready if and when they decide to show themselves.” It wasn’t an odd question and Peter didn’t think twice about anwsering it nor who did the asking. In fact, in kind of fell into line considering one of King Lune’s daughters could become his sister in law, wasn’t it fair for them to know about the land they would be marrying into?

Suspicious, a little, not for the reasons she might think. Peter read it as a personal fear about witches, not any kind of secret that could be hiding away. “Well, you can assure your haidmaiden that no we haven’t encountered many, if any. There were rumors during the time when Jadis was first banished by Aslan to the North that there were northern witches, but nothing has ever become of it.” He offers. 

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  in  acknowledgement  as  peter  speaks,  with  her  ears  particularly  keen  to  hear  his  answer  to  her  question  about  the  witches.  it  seems  as  though  she’s  gotten  away  with  it  for  now,  although  whether  peter  has  simply  filed  that  away  for  later  has  yet  to  be  seen.  so  many  members  of  anvard’s  court  might  seem  like  they  haven’t  noticed  something  only  to  bring  it  up  at  the  most  inopportune  moments,  meaning  that  astoria  never  knew  who  to  trust.  she  has  yet  to  understand  whether  narnia’s  court--and  the  people  who  rule  over  it--are  the  same.

“ that  is  of  great  relief, ”  astoria  breathes,  a  tight  and  somewhat  awkward  upwards  incline  of  her  lips  following.  “ i  mean,  i  am  sure  it  will  be  to  my  handmaiden. ” astoria  gets  the  feeling  that  it  sounds  as  though  she  is  afraid  of  them.  in  reality,  the  king’s  answer  is  not  a  relief  at  all:  if  anything,  would  their  lack  of  contact  with  any  since  mean  that  things  descend  into  utter  chaos  if  she  were  to  be  exposed  here?  stop  it,  astoria  tells  herself,  resisting  the  urge  to  clench  her  eyes  shut.  you’re  annoying  only  yourself  with  this  stupid  paranoia.  and  she’s  right.

with  a  graceful  smile,  astoria  changes  the  subject.  “ what  about  you,  your  majesty?  will  you  find  a  suitor  tonight? ”  she  asks  playfully.  astoria  gets  the  sense  that  teasing  is  something  the  high  king  would  entertain;  he  already  seems  so  much  more  relaxed  than  the  other  members  of  royalty  she  has  met.  “ has  anyone  caught  your  eye,  noble  high  king? ”

[shewanes]

ofparavel​:

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 : present 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 : the beach 𝘄𝗵𝗼 : @shewanes​

​yue could feel a gentle ache in the back of her neck, craning upwards at such a terrible angle for such a long period was finally beginning to have a consequence. but she still couldn’t quite pull herself away. The constellation above just slightly to the west twinkled as it always had, but it was clear to the inhuman beauty it wasn’t entirely right. something was missing—she was missing. yue couldn’t help but wonder what he siblings must be thinking, wondering if they were staring down at her at that very moment and asking themselves the same thing.

she sighed heavily, finally lowering her gaze to let it rest on the waves that had begun to get alarmingly close now. the wind picked up once again and sent a chill down her spine, but the sound of someone walking through the sand is what truly set her on edge.

the star looked behind her only to see an unfamiliar figure approach, surely another one of the visitors for the festival. she’d always longed to experience things such as the festival, to be involved in the hustle and bustle of such a social event, but now that she had, yue could understand why some people choose to hide away from it all and keep to themselves. it was far too overwhelming. she bowed her head respectfully to the stranger before turning her crystal gaze to the sky once more.

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐗  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇  to  murder  her  for  another  escapade  to  the  beach,  especially  one  which  lasted  into  the  night,  but  astoria  couldn’t  help  herself.  this  outing  was  through  curiosity  rather  than  a  need  to  get  out  of  the  palace  and away  from  people:  the  princess  had  found  a  set  of  steps  which  led  all  the  way  down  to  the beach.  they  crumbled  at  the  end,  no  doubt  from  the  sheer  strength  of  the  sea  as  the  waves  crashed  against  the  rocks,  but  she  had  managed  eventually  for  her  feet  to  hit  the  sand  after  a  few  hisses  of  pain  and  one  fall  which  had  no  doubt  left  her  with  a  graze  on  her  leg.  she  wasn’t  sure  what  she  thought  she’d  find  at  the  bottom  of  those  steps,  but  the  view  of  the  sun  as  it  set  had  been  a  lovely  sight  indeed;  just  as  the  high  king  peter  had  promised.

she  had  told  herself  that  she  should  be  getting  back  as  the  night  crept  in,  but  even  the  stars  in  narnia  seemed  brighter,  beautiful,  more  ethereal  than  even  at  home.  how  could  she  want  to  leave  this  beach,  let  alone  leave  the  country?  perhaps  marriage  to  that  ridiculously  rude  king  wouldn’t  be  so  bad  if  she  got  to  live  in  a  place  like  this.  it’s  the  sight  of  another  doing  just  the  same  thing  as  she  that  distracts  her  from  the  sight  of  the  starry  night  sky,  and  with  a  smile,  she  says,  “ beautiful,  aren’t  they?  i  should  have  been  back  hours  ago,  but  i  just  can’t  stop  looking  at  them... ”

[shewanes]

jvnipvr​:

setting foot back in narnia felt like coming home to the young half dryad. this was the place of her people, where her mother was and where she had been born. everything about this place felt just as magical and amazing as it did in her memories. ginny knew that astoria would be excited to be here as well after she had spent many days telling the young princess of tales of the land. walking through sperover was everything she could have ever dreamed about. making sure to hold on tightly to her friend, a smile she only reserved for those closest to her graced her lips as she both witnessed and heard the other’s excitement and wonder. “ perhaps we can send someone else into the shop later to buy it for you, “ offering up a solution before rolling her eyes at the mention of the lady in waiting, “ have i mentioned lately how much i detest her presence ? “ her words were teasing but held truth behind them. ginny had never understood the lady in waiting, treating astoria more like a kid than an adult. “ i am perfectly content to stroll around here with you. i have more research i need to conduct later on in terms of locating my mother, “ a slight nod, “ or perhaps we can go to the beach ? take our shoes off and enjoy some fun, “

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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒  comment  about  astoria’s  lady  in  waiting,  averting  her  gaze  with  a  gentle  shake  of  her  head.  “  she  truly  can  be  awful  sometimes,  can’t  she?  but  i’m  sure  she  has  her  reasons...  one  of  which  being  her  strange  loyalty  to  my  mother,  for  whatever  reason  that  may  be. ”  the  lady  in  waiting  had  never  disclosed  just  why  she  cared  for  the  late  queen  amarantha  so,  and  astoria  was  not  one  to  pry.  with  a  dramatic  sigh,  astoria  links  arms  with  the  other  and  continues  their  stroll.  “  i  am  so  very  grateful  to  have  you  by  my  side,  dear  ginny.  how  goes  your  search  for  your  mother,  anyway?  is  there  anything  i  can  do  to  help?  i  am  sure  i  would  know  or  be  able  to  find  somebody  in  cair  paravel  who  may  be  able  to  contact  her. ”  astoria  pauses,  and  then  a  soft  laugh  slips  from  her  lips.  “ do  you  even  know  if  we  are  going  the  right  way  to  the  beach?  i  suppose  there  ought  to  be  signs  somewhere... ”

[shewanes]

acucenas​:

for a moment, açucena wonders if this girl was actually a human, or one of the mermaids from the king of the seas’ court — she had heard his wife was in attendance, so she may as well have brought some of her own — for no human would be so enchanted by the sea, but despite the alluring beauty the girl possessed, her mere tendance to chilliness suggested otherwise. raising her eyebrows, the dryad directs her gaze to the small barrell she carried as a sling bag instead of the girl; vesta’s signature drink was best consumed within home hearth, but açucena had received the enchanted barrel that assured its warmth for the course of the day. looking from the barrel to the girl, she measures the cons of offering the princess a drink — surely there would be no harm in a little drink, right? she looked old enough, in human years.

“i do not know,” açucena simply replies, taking a goblet from a bag, and removing the cork from the barrel so she may pour the golden drink on the cup; she makes sure not to pour too much, as the blonde already looked detached as it was, and açucena would not want to make it much worse by adding a lot of alcohol to the stupor. “narnia does have the most beautiful sea view in the known world besides the silver sea, or so i’ve been told.” it would be almost not narnian to say otherwise, even if açucena had not crossed narnian borders — but truly, she did not much like the seaside, not as much as the great river ( how happy she had been to see it thaw! ), whose surroundings her tree remained. “but i have never seen a human so hypnotized as yourself for it, not without the influence of a mermaid. have you heard any songs before sitting down?” mermaids could be tricky, but they also enjoyed being seen, and since she could see no one else, this may not be the case.

regardless, the nymph crouches down, allowing her bags to gently touch the sand as she puts herself in similar eye level to the princess’, before finally offering her the goblet. “i have no clothing to shelter you from the chill, but this may help. have a sip!”

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀’𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃  and  confused  as  her  gaze  finds  the  other’s,  her  heavy  eyes  blinking  at  the  drink  the  other  seems  to  present  to  her.  astoria  warily  takes  the  cup  offered  to  her,  fingers  wrapping  around  it  almost  clumsily.  the  intensity  of  her  magic  makes  every  movement  feel  tricky,  as  if  she  has  woken  up  from  a  deep,  year  long   slumber.  “ no, ”  astoria  slowly  responds,  “ i  saw  no  merfolk  and  i  heard  none  of  their  songs. ”  although  a  similar  sort  of  magic  to  their  own  certainly stirs  within  her.  

the  princess  peers  into  the  cup,  the  sparkling  golden  material  glittering  in  her  dark  hues,  and  when  her  eyes  meet  açucena’s  once  more  a  soft  frown  furrows  her  brow.  “ what  is  this? ”  she  asks...  but  the  blonde  doesn’t  wait  for  the  other  to  explain.  despite  maddox’s  voice  screaming  inside  her  mind  not  to  accept  drinks  from  strangers,  the  magic  within  that  drink  seems  to  call  to  her,  beckoning  her  to  bring  the  cup  closer.

astoria  brings  the  cup  to  her  lips  without  even  waiting  for  the  other’s  response  only  to  find  that  it  tastes  like  all  things  sweet  and  unimaginable,  all  things  good  and  pure,  like  stardust  stolen  from  the  heavens.  her  eyes  widen  a  little  as  her  gaze  returns  to  açucena’s,  surprise  in  her  dark  hues,  and  as  their  gazes  meet  a  flash  of  gold  glints  within  them.  it  fills  her  irises  for  a  split  second  before  it  fades,  brilliant  and  bright,  although  it  might  have  been  hard  to  miss  if  one  wasn’t  paying  the  utmost  attention.  but  all  astoria  feels  is  a  warmth  spreading  through  her  insides  like  wildfire;  the  only  change  in  her  eyes  that  she  is  aware  of  was  how  much  more  relaxed  they  feel  after  the  initial  shock  at  the  drink’s  effects;  the  only  external  change  she  feels  is  that  of  the  shift  in  the  temperature  and  the  way  the  cool  air  seems  to  dissipate  almost  as  quickly  as  the  drink  was  swallowed  down.  how  is  the  princess  to  know  that  the  magic  within  the  drink  has  wrapped  its  tendrils  around  the  piece  of  magic  inside  of  her;  calming,  quieting,  soothing?

astoria  blinks  as  though  she  has  been  woken  from  a  spell.  “ i’m  sorry, ”  she  apologises,  her  features  regretful.  the  soft  breeze  forces  her  hair  to  tickle  her  neck  and  she  sucks  in  a  breath  she  hadn’t  realised  she’d  been  holding  before  she  averts  her  gaze  to  take  in  her  surroundings.  she  rolls  her  shoulders  somewhat  bashfully,  her  arms  wrapping  around  herself  as  her  gaze  returns  to  the  other.  oh,  how  calm  she  feels!  how  at  peace  she  is  now.  quietly,  astoria  utters,  “ you  did  not  have  to  come  down  here  for  me.  how  kind  you  are... ”

[bob-belcher]

The Worst Person in the World (2021) dir. Joachim Trier

[shewanes]

ofparavel​:

maddox found himself unable to entirely mask the annoyance on his face as he made his way down the corridor. three different servants had sought him out to ask if he knew where the princess was or when she’d be ready, as if that too were his job and not their own. however, he understood why they’d come to him, knowing astoria wasn’t always willing to listen to just anyone. at times he found himself luckier than others in that department, and he only hoped this could be one of them. 

he knocked lightly on the door to her chambers twice, only pausing for a brief moment before entering, not bothering to wait for any sort of response. he so rarely did. the blonde hadn’t a chance to say a word as he entered the room before she seemed to almost shout at him, as if he was doing something wrong—as if the entire caravan wasn’t ready and waiting her presence to depart. dax swung the door closed behind him, sighing dramatically not needing any sort of explanation as to what she was doing on the ground or why they were still waiting.  ❝ you know, she’s not even going to notice we’re gone. leaving her behind wouldn’t be the worst thing. ❞ he attempted to remind her as he closed the distanced between them and went to stand on the side of the bed opposite her. but maddox knew his words would only fall on deaf ears, he was all but positive she cared for the cat far more than even him. and if he were going to narnia with her then why not margie too?

the guard laid down flat on his stomach without a moment of hesitation, he pulled himself along the floor and under the bed as far as possible, the hilt of his sword jabbing awkwardly into his ribcage as the bedframe pushed against it. the cat hissed in his face as the space between them shrunk, but it was a sound he’d become all too familiar with when face-to-face with the furry devil.  ❝ aslan’s breath, ❞ maddox swore loudly as the creature scratched him before he was able to get a large hand on the back of her neck, scruffing her to easily pull her out from her her favorite hiding place. 

“ 𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃,  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐗.  she  will  most  definitely  notice  i’m  gone.  who  will  she  snuggle  up  to  at  night  without  me?  the  servants  still  don’t  know  how  she  likes  her  food! ”  the  princess  exclaims,  her  gaze  meeting  his  own  under  the  bed,  and  there  is  an  audible  gasp  as  maddox  pulls  himself  along  the  floor  and  under  the  bed  only  to  grasp  margie  by  the  scruff  of  her  neck.  while  the  relief  that  he’d  managed  to  grab  her  from  under  the  bed  was  there—astoria  was  terribly  too  scared  to  be  scratched  by  margie—,  there  was  also  the  horror  that  maddox  might  hurt  the  poor  girl.  “ be  gentle! ”  she  near  whimpered,  standing  from  the  floor  as  fast  as  she  could  given  her  ridiculous  attire.

astoria  crossed  the  room  to  scoop  margie  up  into  her  arms  as  quickly  as  maddox  had  her  free  from  the  bed,  and  margie  settled  into  her  familiar  embrace  with  claws  dug  into  the  fine  fabric  of  her  dress  and  what  astoria  had  come  to  describe  as  angry  ears.  “ i’m  sorry,  sweetheart, ”  the  princess  murmured,  planting  a  soft  kiss  to  the  top  of  margie’s  furry  head.  her  gaze  turned  to  maddox  then,  and  as  if  not  realising  she  was  holding  a  breath,  a  sigh  of  relief  slipped  from  her  at  the  sight  of  her  leather-garbed  friend.

“ thank  you, ”  astoria  breathed,  crossing  the  room  in  order  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  his  cheek.  astoria  would  describe  the  action  as  merely  platonic,  yet  each  time  she’s  planted  a  kiss  to  maddox’s  face  it’s  always  been  in  private  for  fear  of  what  dreadful  rumours  the  court  may  spread  about  them.  archenland’s  nobility  could  be  relentless.  pulling  away,  astoria  says,  “ i  can’t  leave  her  here,  maddox.  she  loves  me.  and  you... ”  astoria’s  lips  curve  upwards  into  a  cheeky  smile,  “ you  love  me  too,  don’t  you,  dex?  don’t  you? ”  oh,  aslan,  what  will  she  ask  of  him?

[shewanes]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : sperover, narnia 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 : present 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @jvnipvr​

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑’𝐒  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  town  has  lasted  all  about  ten  minutes  and  yet  astoria  already  thinks  her  handmaiden  deserves  a  pay  rise.  juniper  might  be  from  narnia  herself  but  much  has  changed  for  her,  that  much  astoria  knows,  and  she  will  surely  want  to  take  it  all  in  in  her  own  time...  without  astoria  gasping  every  minute  at  whatever  new  and  wondrous  thing  has  caught  her  eye.  for  now,  though,  it  seems  the  princess’  handmaiden  will  need  to  put  up  with  it.

with  astoria’s  arm  linked  gleefully  through  her  own,  the  princess’  arm  only  slips  free  when  she  gasps  once  more.  her  eyes  brighten  as  she  picks  up  her  skirts  and  quickly  approaches  a  stand  selling  all  kinds  of  weapons:  it’s  the  daggers  which  excite  her  the  most.  “ how  beautiful, ”  she  murmurs,  her  fingers  ghosting  over  a  dagger  with  a  rounded  silver  hilt  and  pinkish  roses  emblazoned  on  it.  looking  back  at  juniper  with  a  grin,  astoria  teases,  “ how  long  do  you  think  it  would  take  for  our  happy  friend  to  find  this  if  i  were  to  purchase  it,  hm?  i  suppose  it  would  be  a  test  as  to  just  how  often  she  rifles  through  my  things, ”  she  says,  referring  to  her  lady  in  waiting.  it  feels  like  the  lady  in  waiting  treats  astoria  more  like  a  child  than  a  woman  most  of  the  time.  quickly,  astoria  continues,  “ oh!  but  don’t  let  me  drag  you  around  all  day,  dear  juniper.  was  there  anywhere  you  would  like  to  visit  first?  i  should  be  happy  to  join  you. ”

[shewanes]

kingmund​:

 why  was  she  the  one  sounding  so  annoyed  when  he  was  the  one  who  had  his  little  moment  of  peace  robbed?  if  any  of  them  should  be  annoyed  like  that,  it  should  be  edmund.  “ if  you  hadn’t  burst  in  like  you’re  on  fire  i  wouldn’t  be  staring  at  you. ’  he  says,  trying  to  reason  with  her  –  which  seemed  to  be  useless.  an  ironic  laugh  escapes  his  lips  as  he  hears  what  she’s  saying  now.  “ you  really  want  to  discuss  my  manners? ”  unbelievable!  she’s  the  one  who  didn’t  show  any  sign  of  having  proper  education  to  be  among  other  people  and  really  thought  she  was  in  any  position  to  criticize  his  ability  to  greet  a  lady?

 as  she  moved  from  the  doors,  walking  towards  the  balustrade  of  the  balcony,  edmund  got  the  chance  to  finally  see  her  –  what  he  hadn’t  been  able  to  really  do  before  because  of  the  dim  light.  and,  of  course,  it  had  to  be  one  of  the  archenland  princesses,  that’s  how  unlucky  he  was.  at  least  it  wasn’t  the  older  of  the  three,  edmund  really  couldn’t  deal  with  her  right  now.  and  now  thinking,  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  deal  with  the  younger  one  and  her  childish  giggles  either.  the  middle  one  was  the  least  awful  possibility.

 watching  her  finally  realize  who  he  really  was  turned  out  to  be  very  amusing  to  edmund.  it  warmed  his  heart  to  watch  how  angry  it  made  her  realize  how  she  had  just  talked  with  him.  and  how  it  would  probably  make  her  get  scolded  by  her  older  sister  if  it  did  any  harm  to  the  marriage  negotiations.  “ princess, ”  edmund  address  her  by  her  title,  trying  not  to  sound  too  amused.  “ well…  from  what  i  know,  you  could  just  have  followed  me  up  here… ”  now  he  doesn’t  do  anything  to  hide  the  amusement  he  gets  by  putting  her  on  the  spotlight  like  that.  “ tell  me,  princess,  did  you  followed  me  up  here? ”  he  teases  her  once  again,  purposeful  ignoring  her  question.

✨📖✨

𝐈𝐅  𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑,  she  would  wonder  whether  this  man  was  sent  by  aslan  to  test  her.  in  truth,  she  didn’t  find  that  difficult  to  believe  at  all,  but  astoria  knew  that  this  arrangement  was  as  much  her  own  father’s  doing  as  it  was  king  edmund’s  brother’s.  this  man,  this  king,  seemed  to  know  exactly  where  to  push  at  exactly  the  wrong  time.  if  edmund  had  asked  daphne  that  question—did  you  follow  me  up  here?—then  she  surely  would  have  laughed  and  joked  and  flirted;  she  likely  would  have  been  following  him,  too.  but  astoria?  fire  raged  within  her  at  the  very  thought  that  her  evening  could  be  focused  on  him  and  him  alone.  it  was  his  own  self  importance  that  riled  her  up  the  most.  did  he  truly  think  her  so  desperate  to  impress  him?  if  not  for  that  smug  expression  on  his  face,  astoria  might  believe  so.

“ no,  i  do  not  want  to  discuss  your  manners  any  further  because  i  have  unfortunately  experienced  enough  of  them,  and  no, ”  she  responded  through  gritted  teeth  as  she  turned  to  look  at  him,  her  fingers  still  rested  against  the  stone  railing  of  the  balcony,  “ i  did  not  follow  you  up  here.  i  am  not  so  desperate  to  impress  you  that  i  would  chase  after  your  tail  like  a  cat  with  its  sights  set  on  a  mouse. ”  with  so  many  sights  to  see,  why  would  she  want  to  rush  along  the  interaction  they  were  surely  set  to  have  at  a  later  date?  wouldn’t  she  want  to  enjoy  herself  for  the  time  being?  astoria’s  fingers  clenched  into  a  fist  at  the  mere  stupidity  of  his  question.

with  her  irritation  piqued,  the  wind  grew  gustier  with  every  word  she  spoke.  it  might  have  been  a  subtlety  to  anyone  else,  but  the  princess  was  well  aware  of  the  effect  that  she  had  on  their  surroundings.  it  needed  to  stop  before  it  got  worse.  noticeable.  in  an  attempt  to  soothe  her  emotions,  astoria  took  a  small  breath  and  turned  her  attention  back  to  the  twinkling  torches  of  the  city  which  sprawled  out  below  them.  in  an  attempt  to  at  least  turn  their  conversation  somewhat  more  civil  so  that  she  might  control  her  powers,  astoria  continued  quietly,  “ i  needed  some  air. ”  she  ignored  the  annoyance  at  the  idea  of  him  thinking  that  she  thought  she  had  to  explain  herself  to  him,  instead  swallowing  it  down  for  the  greater  good.

[bob-belcher]