#austerose

[eloisecharming-blog]

austerose:

Aristocratic features couldn’t help but form a grimace as fingertips pressed daintily against the torn linen of his shirt stained crimson. “This? It’s nothing much. I’ve had worse.” Of course, that worse was merely a little owwie, barely more serious than the laceration marring his skin now, received in some sword training with his father at a young age. Auster had never seen the typically docile Queen so enraged before in his life and feared he’d be forced to take over far too early after she murdered his father and was locked up in the dungeon for it. Putting on one of his famous the-devil-may-care-but-Auster-does-not grins, he chirped, “Besides, I hear people totally dig scars!”

Initially curious fingers retreat back to her side, it’s rude to touch people without permission, she reminds herself, even if that particular wound looked more worse for wear. “But--Auster--that’s not just--are you sure you’re okay?” She teeters forward again, eyes scanning to see the entire thing. He must be crazy if he thinks this is nothing much. This is too much, with her own grimace, she wraps petite fingers around his arm and politely pulls him along. “We’re going to the nurse. I refuse to watch you just bleed out here. We’ll have to get that shirt cleaned too” 

[plxholloway-blog1]

austerose

Food, what blessed goddess had seen fit to deliver such an angel unto him in his greatest hour of need? Coffee toned eyes widened to their limits, petal pink lips parting the barest fraction to reveal sparkling white canines. “Yes, yes I do!” Almost like a little beggar child, hands were offered up before him, cupped in supplication as the eldest Rose practically begged like a puppy. “Are you merely making a statement or? Because I may be a prince, but odds are on me diving into that trash can trying to save them, honestly.”

For a picky eater, Perriane’s the type that dislikes wasting food, which is why she offered the bag of pretzels (after she was done picking out the nuts). Even though her offer stood for personal cause, she did not expect that it would elicit such an animated reaction from the prince before her. “It’s all yours.” She smiled, placing the open pack on his palms, only to take it back after hearing his next words. “So, you’re telling me that if I throw this bag in the trash you’ll dive for it?” She had no intentions on doing so, put the thought of it was all too amusing to Perriane that she might consider it.

[luciferwilson-blog-blog]

Hitting the next room on his list of members, the newly appointed Head Boy sighed heavily before knocking on the door to room F. "Lucifer Wilson?" Taking a pen, Auster wrote across the back of one card a simple "Looking forward to working with you" before he slid it between the jamb and latch.

He looked up at the knock on his door and didn’t bother to put any pants on, simply opening it in just his boxers. He caught the card before it fell and looked at the male quizzically before bursting into laughter. “Man, what d’you gotta be so stiff for?” He held his hand out and grinned widely. “Lucifer fucking Wilson, at your goddamn service, I suppose.”

[cvbarton-blog]

austerose:

(‘—nods once and grips her hand just like he was trained to, firmly but not too tight as to seem domineering, since the situation didn’t call for it, bearing a mildly impish grin) Pleased to make your acquaintance Camila! I look forward to working with you and congratulations as well. Actually,  (‘— releasing her hand, he digs a pack of official looking business cards from one of his blazer pockets) I was planning on handing these out to everyone in the Union, in case of any problems, but you saved me a trip.  (‘—holds one out to her, all his contact information including dorm room, email, and cell phone number, printed fancily across the rosy pink surface) Don’t hesitate to let me know right away if something comes up!

[ ! definitely had no expected the reaction he had given her nor the card that was now in her hand. she was beginning to feel incredibly under prepared for this role. she laughs shyly, tucking the card into her blazer pocket ] i'll be sure to make good use of this card. [ ! as she continues to listen to him, she begins to feel a bit more motivated, especially seeing him to be so passionate about what he could and definitely can bring to the academy ] so how do you feel about being the head boy? were you expecting to win?

[mxstayne]

Hands

oops i did it again physical features meme

margaret’s hands are not as small as most ladies, but still way smaller than a boy’s. that being said, her palms appear to be quite large (especially her right one), but her fingers are thin and long (even her thumbs) and i think i’ve mentioned before but her wrists are really thin and might appear to be weak and bony - much like her ankles - but she can lift some weight. it goes from a bouquet to a bastard sword, if she put some extra strength and determination into it, but for her own reasons, she prefers to let others carry whatever it is if she can help it. 

her palms could have been much rougher than they actually are, but she was taught to keep them smooth and pleasant to see, smell as well to touch and so she keeps them soft, smelling of her cherry body lotion more often than not. she was also taught to not fidge with her hands much, and margaret doesn't has the urge to do such a thing at all, as her nerves seldom get the best of her. rarely though, she feels the need to cut her thumb's skin with her nails, but that only happens when she needs the pain to focus.

her nails are long-ish (pretty long imo), they don’t break as much as they used to when she was younger and not used to her rough diet and they are often coloured in red, white or black, if not all of them. margaret likes to think she’s pretty good at painting them herself, but sometimes she goes to get a professional manicure to apply sparkles and golden details and all that girly shit.

[michikikomori]

Michiiiiiko!(‘—having delivered all except for his last present and this one, the teenager labors with a case of assorted motor oil in varying grades, not having been sure which one would be most useful to her, or if any of them even would be) Sorry your Valentine is a little late, but it is kind of big. (‘—setting down the box, he offers a small wave) I better head to my last stop now, but if those aren't right, you can probably sell them to kids on campus for a pretty penny or two.

{ * — she blinked in surprise at the gift. sure it was something that she can actually use. } Oh, wow. { * — poked at the box before one of her robots, shaped like elephant lifts it up with its trunk and placed it on its back. } Thank you! I’m sure I can use this. { * — she nodded her head. it was still strange to get gifts on valentines. back home, it was white day when the guys give the gift. } But Happy Valentines Day!

[cvrobinson]

"That may have been my fault."

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▸”That may have been my fault.”  

He chuckled and gave a single pat on Auster’s shoulder. “It’s cool, accidents happen right? Nobody’s hurt, we’re all good bro.” 

[hnvlb-blog]

❞ three of a kind  ❝

it wasn't too often that henry found the energy to pull the performer in him from it's depths and actually swindle students--but when he did he took it upon himself to make it as innocent as he can. so with a small tray table set up between the south and west buildings, he lays out three cards, face up, on the table. anyone passing would see three aces: a clubs, a heart and a spade. with the remain cards, he played with them between his hands, cutting the deck in a series of fans and throws, something that he knew the younger, more gullible students would enjoy.

"step right up, try to win twenty dollars!" he elevates his voice a fraction in order to attract attention--the right kind of attention. students begin to gather around him and each time he wins; none of the could pick the red card no matter how hard they tried. as if it was impossible. (it was). they'll walk away disappointed, vowing to return with more friends and more chances for them to win (they won't). 

he continues to call people to the game, occasionally letting one or two win so as to keep suspicion to a bare minimum, when he spots a male at the back of the crowd. "you sir, yes, you there! want to give it a try? only twenty dollars for two minutes of your time" his smile is almost sickening with it's sweetness when the only thought that runs through henry's mind is how much money can he get out of this trick.