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Selfies
So i said i was goig to do only 5 more if the selfie thing bc u guys send way too much. The people where chosen randomly fishing-on-a-cloud ask-ladyicecream esther-the-cosmic-princess ladyofalltrees oceanthebeachprincess I post this because i don't want u guys to feel bad or that i say" nah not this one, i don't like him/her" i just feel guilty when u send stuff and i don't answer ^^
>:O !!!
ask-ladyicecream replied to your post: mahoumomo said:>The lass left ...
OH SO IT TAKES A FEW WEEKS FOR THE TEA TO BE TESTED THEN YOU STILL HESITATE TO DRINK IT? I’m starting to think we have trust issues.
I have trust protocols. The word 'issue' implies a problem!!
All gifts I receive in the mail are subjected to EXTENSIVE testing before my servants ever deliver them to me. Your tea, delicious as it was, would have been enjoyed FAR sooner if you had sent it through the post instead of having someone dump it through my window!
Going back a couple of minutes Mint recalled passing through the rather sumptuous chocolate castle, the shrimpy and rather fetching ‘guards’ seemed off, as if they were trying to be defensive over their prince. A month or so had passed since she dispatched the hamper which led her to believe she may have actually obliterated the poor prince with kindness; it only made sense for her to worry… What if he was allergic to the tea she sent? There was even a point where she played it off like she didn’t send the hamper.
Here she was, standing in front of the prince, there was something extremely idiosyncratic about how he placed himself, although a gave a rather royal look, he didn’t at all seem like his usual pompous self. “I’m glad to see you’re alive.” Mint practically forced out, perhaps he was sick from the tea “And yes… I did send it” She confirmed, shifting her weight to her right side restlessly, it was right to say at this moment in time the prince made her feel anxious.
Once she had heard his opinion of the tea Lady Icecream collected herself and pushed out a sigh of relief, though she was displeased that she didn’t even get a ‘thank you’. She was about to reply with a rather snarky ‘you’re welcome’ before what she can presume to be the rest of Prince Chocolate’s sentence continued. Within seconds Mint’s face flushed with a light pink colour out of embarrassment, she had thought that the prince wouldn’t mention such calamity but yet she was relieved that it wasn’t her that put the Prince in this state.
Silence leaked into the room but was soon dispelled “I’m terribly sorry! It wasn’t the tea that did this then?” Mint quizzed, it didn’t even seem to phase her that people thought she poisoned him, she could probably use that as an advantage, it wasn’t like she really had any close friends here.
ask-ladyicecream:
His reaction was practically instinctive, the sudden stiffening of the posture, the cold, effortful regality which settled over him. "'This'? What do you mean, 'this'?"
It was ridiculous to take offense - on some level, Charlie knew that. There was very little point in insisting that nothing was different while he sat with clammy hands and month-deep bags under his eyes - but there was a world of difference between declaring yourself to be a fragile princely flower and having the effects of your so-called delicate constitution laid so inelegantly bare. "Honestly," he huffed, lack of energy and conviction making his indignation ring hollow, "'under the weather,' maybe, but - I mean, I hardly look like I've been poisoned." It was all bluster, no substance, but Cadbury was an old pro at turning defense into offense, and it was only a moment before he caught his footing and his voice went sharp again: "Anyway, what business do you have thinking that? Did you expect the tea to have done this?"
"I do hope that tea hamper I sent was up to scratch, CP." The rather calm icecream lady mentioned, giving a slight shrug as she finished her sentence; originally she had planned to bring it herself as an apology for melting all over the grass outside his kingdom but bringing it herself just seemed like it would probably give the Prince the wrong idea. It wasn't a gift of admiration but you'd be surprised by how many people had taken gift-giving the wrong way, it was best safe than sorry.
There was a time, in the not so distant past, when Cadbury wouldn’t dream of accepting visitors while feeling like this. It was a question of appearances, a hyper-consciousness of the way he looked when sick, all wrung out and rumpled and small in the middle of the endless supply of pillows his guards began wedging tenderly around him the minute he sat down anywhere.
A month of lying in bed was all it took to change his mind. It wasn’t that he had gotten any less worried about how he looked, exactly, just that he had grown even more tired of being sick, trapped indoors with no one to talk to but his guards.
So the first day he felt himself improving, he ordered the gates opened, declaring that it was time to play catch up with princely business. Now, he fixed Lady Icecream with what he hoped was a regal gaze, feeling rumpled and small and nauseous and well on his way to regretting his decision. "Oh, that was you, was it?" There was something unfriendly in his voice, a prickliness mixed with lethargy which was less a reaction to his guest and more to the way his stomach was rolling. "No, it wasn’t bad. It really wasn’t at all bad," (appreciate this, Lady Ice, the closest to a thanks you’re likely to get) "although your timing was absolutely awful. People are convinced you’ve poisoned me, you know.”
ask-ladyicecream replied to your post: Who did this to my curtains.
How’s it going, C-h-a-r-l-i-e?
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Even if I TRIED to hug you I'd probably make you cold!
You probably would!!
So don’t try!!
"Y-yeah, Uhm, I need your help." He muttered, shifting awkwardly in the rather short dress he was sporting.
"What you NEED is a different dress. Honestly! That one doesn’t fit you at all!"
