#* rhea

[markos-obelix-blog]

@rheawindsor

Markos wasn’t caught offguard often. A few instances being the rare exception (one already involving a Windsor child), he was always pretty calculating and collected. There wasn’t much that could dis-rail him personally, nor his schemes. That being established, it was his shock to find that, though he believed he had the upper hand in turning up out of the blue to surprise whichever unfortunate soul was paired with him, the soul turned out to be none other than Rhea Windsor. He found this out the hard way-- not by reading it on the paper, but by seeing her infesting his home. The glass of water in his hand couldn’t withstand the pressure, and shattered as he stood with his eyes glued to the face gawking at him from the now-opened bedroom door. “Miss Windsor.”

[jacks-onian]

text-- (dia)Rhea

Jack: so, i'm gonna be a little late for lunch

Jack: i didn't start leaving the room until five minutes ago

Jack: turns out someone slashed ham's car's tires

[markos-obelix-blog]

@rheawindsor

“I know you.” He took a few steps closer to a booth of the diner, placing his hand on the edge of the table as he towered over the girl sitting with a menu. His silver-lined obsidian ring made a clacking sound when he set his hand down. He kept his gaze trained on the girl, forcing eye-contact. “You are one of the many Windsors, are you not?”

[jacks-onian]

@rheawindsor

Jack escaped the room pretty fast. As the service had proceeded, a number of things physically happened to him. His skin somehow became paler, his stomach began doing backflips, and the lights all suddenly seemed very bright and obnoxious. It took a long, slow process for the realization to set in about the magnitude of change about to come his way. Seeing his sister speak and her terrible, terrible breakdown was just one indication. He hardly even heard her words, and at one point in the speech he began to look at other faces in the small crowd of mourners to gauge their reactions, but nobody seemed to realize how tragic of a loss this was, because nobody really knew who they were dealing with as the next king. As soon as the service ended, Jack staggered to his feet, and made a speedy exit, his height helping navigate through the crowd. He dashed out into the hall, found the closest bathroom and shut himself in, immediately throwing himself over the toilet to hurl. 

Jackson now sat in one of the lounge rooms, sprawled on the couch as he stared at the ceiling, trying hard to re-focus his energy which he felt was all over the place lately. He still felt a bit unsettled, but less frantic than when he was surrounded by people. He closed his eyes, not noticing the company of his sister joining him.

[jacks-onian]

call -- (dia)Rhea

Jackson: So an itty bitty development that could potentially be more than itty bitty and I’m going to need you to sit down. Is Steph in the room?

[jacks-onian]

@rheawindsor

At first, Jackson hadn’t planned on going to prom. He didn’t need to be prom royalty, because it was just a popularity contest and he was not popular at all. Besides, he was already real royalty, so prom royalty seemed like an unnecessary validation. Though, as the evening rolled on, and he sat in his room with Samson fast asleep at the foot of his bed, boredom and curiosity got the better of him. As he put on a nice suit, he thought to himself; though he was going alone, there was always the possibility of meeting a cute boy while there. Mentally, he scoffed at the idea. Fat chance. He headed down to the ballroom and was very, very fashionably late. So late, in fact, that all of prom royalty had already been announced. The large ballroom doors closed behind him, and with the sounds of the doors closing came another, unexpected rumble.

[jacks-onian]

@rheawindsor

He set the car in park and rolled down the window, leaning over in his seat to whistle at the girl passing. “Check it out, all repaired, no damage. Meghan doesn’t have to know.”