#apprenentice

[solamor]

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @apprenentice​ sent:  ❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜ spams u with asks bc im evil @ apprenentice bc nima's gr8 at dancing

Quicksharp is the speed in which he grabs her wrists, unmindful of the barely finished sentence and wait that it might have required.  There was poetry to be had in the tunes of what she uttered, but no one did ever specify stanzas had to be gentle.

Dance was prose in physical form, and they could continue this conversational ode in this nuanced set of movements.  ❝  Here we are.  ❞  A laugh, more playful than mocking in this stance, body close yet far, spirits high yet dwelling in wait and curious expectation.  He twirls her.  ❝  For someone so sharp, you sure do take your time.  ❞  Smug, though not biting.  ❝  Or is this a way of showing me you prefer it when I make the first move?  ❞  Dip!  ❝  Hm, well.  That suits this rhythm of mine just fine, I’m quite used to taking the lead after all.  ❞

[loyalservants]

                     ❝ SHUT UP ! Take it back, the both of you ! ❞

[demonteas]

crawls over just 2 delicately take faust -- bye asra ! (@apprenentice lmaoo)

@apprenentice

“Have her back at midnight!!” 

[marigoldeneyes]

📂 we luv hearing abt apprentice/ocs !!! (this is apprenentice btw sksks)

send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have || accepting.

♢ Nish avoiding sleeping in rooms with no illumination at all costs. No matter if she is with someone or if the light would make it harder for her to fall asleep (since she is really sensitive to light as well) but she would prefer that over waking up in the middle of the night unable to recognize the space around her. This had happened all her life and its linked to her paranoid belief that something or someone could potentially attack her once she closes her eyes, and has its origin in how dangerous was the land she lived in when she was a child, and being alone in her shop after the resurrection.

[promethianson]

[ read ] - ROYALTY AU ROYALTY AU!!!! (@apprenentice !!)

   LIMBS SPLAY every which away across silken bed sheets, though the scene is neither sexual or particularly romantic. Clothes of varying quality hide all but flashes of skin ( an arm stretched upwards pulls down his sleeve to reveal a scarred wrist, pulls up his shirt enough to expose a sliver of bruised hip and pale midriff ) and the prince’s expression is not so much blissful as tight with pain--- a headache had pinned him at its mercy for the day and even closed eyes could not protect him from its wrath. Though one would assume such a man as himself to possess every ounce of power in a position resembling that at hand, but instead his head rests on Nima’s thigh, nuzzling occasionally as one would expect from a contented animal. Submissive. Soft.

    THE SMELL of old leather and worn pages, while faint, is enough to bring a fragile peace as it pairs elegantly with their voice reciting tales and myths from their own homeland. Not born of the castle and having to fight tooth and nail to earn any standing or respect he hadn’t much time to educate himself on the affairs and histories of other countries--- this would make him a poor diplomat, if not for charm and manners allowing him to over compensate and elegantly placed questions filling him in on the necessities.

    WHEN THE ROOM FALLS QUIET his eyes flutter open, pupils wide as he tilts his head up to spare them a curious glance. “ Tired of entertaining me ? ” He asks with quiet amusement, a slight rasp to his voice from disuse and some time flickering at the edge of sleep--- it wasn’t that he lacked any fascination with the stories, only that he was always desperate for another moment of rest and the lull of their voice was soothing in a way that he hadn’t experienced as far as he could remember. “ You’re always welcome to stop anytime you want. You know that. ”

          @apprenentice.

[solamor]

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.  @apprenentice​ sent:  ❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜  8)

Hm .  ❝  If we’re being morbid with said humor that is.  ❞  A sliver of cynicism slips into his warmer tone, though its of little consequence considering the good-naturedness that promptly dilutes it.  Dour moods have become more elusive as of late, perhaps as a promising sign that he had finally grown satisfied with his situation in life.

Unlikely.  Avarice and ambition weren’t known to be abated so easily.  The knowledge of the unrest did little to bother him.  ❝  But what about you, miss hawk?  You have quite the knack for placing judgements on others at the drop of a hat, at the briefest glance!  My, do those eyes of yours look into my very core?  Or do we happen to share such a funny fate that you knew with such assured confidence the comedy of my situation?  ❞  It’s a voice that stings with challenging play, and he’s more than aware that the path he’s decided to take in this conversation might result in bristling snaps.  It’s better that way.  Adds spice.  Banter was a dish better served steaming hot.

[demonteas]

[demonteas]

“would you like to dance with me?” - for asra !! sLIDES IN HERE HI (@apprenentice !!)

“A dance? Of course! I will always love to dance with you.” Asra couldn’t look any happier at the offer! Dancing was after all one of his favorite pastimes, and he’d been told that he was quite good at it. So he extended his hands, ready to whisk them off to the dance floor.

@apprenentice