#*aurel h.

[aribraganca]

( the auction date thread ) 

all things considered, ariel had to thank her lucky stars that it was her friend that decided on taking her on a date. it wasn’t some boring duke trying to squirrel his way into their family, or an unfriendly stranger. she was already tipsy — having downed her body weight in shots and danced for the better part of the night — as she draped herself gracefully against the german prince’s side. “and here i thought you wont be as fun without other people around!” she laughed, although the sound was quickly swallowed by music. “do you want to get another round?” ( @aurcls ) ​

[aribraganca]

picture ariel, in a sort of sordid melancholy that she believed had ceased its attempts in capturing her heart. picture her, not being the life of every party and rattling off jokes and bright observations as if she deserved nothing less than the spotlight she so craved. now as she leant against the railings of a small balcony tucked away in a nondescript alcove away from the party, she could revel in the silence, only broken every so often as she sighed out a lungful of smoke. “i never thought of it before -- but people with small families are lucky.” it was then did her eyes fall upon her companion, before flickering away, he looked a great deal too familiar then, even against the backdrop of her home. she tried to quell the thought. “i was being asked the same question over and over again, through the entire night! god... how i hate explaining myself.”  ( @aurcls​ )

[aribraganca]

aurcls​:

“ greater bavaria. grand duchess. these are the big titles, man. ” he rolled his eyes at ariel. “ don’t worry about that but no, i’m afraid you’ll have to do it alone. she has a good sense of humour, don’t worry. ” if aurel was in the vicinity of the scene, he was quite sure that wittelsbach would be much less surprised by the scene. “ you– sure, sure, kind of lazy of you to use the dare as an excuse though, isn’t it ? always thought you were a bit bolder than that. ” he knew she was. ​

she was giggling as the ukranian prince sauntered away, before she casted her blue gaze around, almost as if checking whether the coast was clear. finding none of her family members within their immediate vicinity — or one particularly handsome belgian — ariel grasped the german prince’s upper arm to lead him towards a slightly more quiet alcove. throwing him a last devilish grin, her fingers delved into her dress bodice for something quite particular; a square piece of paper in a tiny plastic bag — barely 1cm wide — with a red cherry printed on top. not breaking his gaze, she placed the paper on the tip of her tongue before leaning in to meet his lips. ( @aurcls​ )