♠ but the opposite? ephraim is terrible with formalwear
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
A somber expression painted over her face, reminiscing on the days they had spent laughing– running around the courtyard with such bliss, playing hide and seek during the day while she watched her brother practice the lance while the sun set. Such days had turned into hunching over desks, dark circles under his eyes, trying the best he could to piece together their kingdom that had crumbled to pieces… and no one to guide them. She knew he never liked being formal, but such things had to be kept, such was not much of an option.
She wished that their father was still here, to guide them– giving his firm but gentle smile like he always did. Sometimes when she closed her eyes, she could still remember his stern face patiently smiling, how he probably knew that he would die, yet he never wavered even once. How her heart felt like it broke in two, throat drying as her stomach knotted, holding back tears not only for herself– but for everyone else. But she wasn’t the only one who had changed, such a stern and determined look…
‘ Ah… Is it too tight ? ’
The discomfort in his eyes seemed to show– his outfit much different than what she used to see. Robes were rather hard to run around in, though it seemed that she had forgotten the situation that they were in…how unlike her– she thought to herself with a soft exhale of breath. She gave a gentle smile as she slightly adjusted it, hoping that it would help.
‘ Are you sure that you’ll be alright ? It’s still weird seeing you so formal. ’
tangentwithtanner
theartofmadeline
dailybridgerton
vaporwave
andulkaphoto
