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[reminiscis]

                                                                      ( ✘starter for — caelestians )

    Ice skating is quite an unpopular hobby shared among people at current days, especially since there is no real time left to give themselves the luxury of taking a break and simply enjoy the free feeling of skating over the beautiful ice. Perhaps he was lucky, but being a photographer allowed the young male to have quite a considerable amount of free time, ice skating being on the top of the list of what his body craves for. Yes, the feeling of freedom felt when sliding through the thick ice was addictive, if he dared to say, something quite enjoyable and needed. Getting his mind out of problems and the stress of the line of word he was inserted in was extremely requested by that one pulsing vein in his chest. There he was then, carefully yet gracefully with maneuvers sharp and precise–he was lucky the place wasn’t too crowded … but even so, an almost bump occurred, causing the photographer to safely pull the female who was passing by up before she could crash to the ice.

    “Ah, careful, miss.”

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❤ —- Sylvia for Alexa: “I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross.”

BLACK SWAN Starter Sentences ( NOT ACCEPTING )

“Tell me about it.” The look on both their faces was of pure disgust and had Alexa not remember to lift her fan in order to cover face, she was sure that they would not hear the end of it from their etiquette tutors. Princesses, after all, were not supposed to publicly shame their guests no matter how gross they were being. Some of the weirdest events really did happen during royal events and no one knew that better than the two of them. 

It had been a long afternoon of greeting and shaking hands with people and it was only the fact that Sylvia was going through the same thing that brought Alexa comfort. Today was the anniversary of the diplomatic relations between England and Sweden so it was, of course, only natural that both royal family met to celebrate the occasion-- this year, the festivities were held in England.

Turning away in order not to hear another word of the conversation between the old baroness and her new twenty something boy-toy, Alexa took Sylvia by the hand and lead the other through the crowd of foreign diplomats, dignitaries and royals. “Let’s go look for something to eat before we both puke out our champagnes.” 

[rvsetum]

♔ —- Hera for Selene: “I have a right to be concerned.”

Black Swan Starter Sentences ( NOT ACCEPTING )

For the longest time, Hera has been something akin to a mother-figure for the Titan goddess. The queen always seems to know the right things to say and it is exactly what Selene needs these days, especially when her older siblings were nowhere in sight. She is thankful that the queen has taken her under such a positive light for Selene has always held the other with such high regard. 

“I guess there’s no point in me hiding it any longer.” The usual cheerful tone in her chuckle is obviously lacking but these days, her motto has been to fake it until she makes it. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, she would start believing in her lies in the same way that she hopes others were doing. The cup of chamomile tea in front of her is still steaming but she knows better than to let the queen wait. Hera was never really known for her patience. 

Pristine manicured fingers rest around the tea cup as if the warmth of the drink would return some of the light in her eyes. “Have you ever thought about separating from his majesty?” She asks with a soft voice; it seems as though saying the question out loud with turn her fears into reality. “How did you manage to be okay–to keep yourself together–despite everything?” 

[everchaste]

@caelestians 

On the metal railing overlooking a small stream sat a girl, hair an odd shade of blonde – too unnatural to be born with; too striking to be allowed in school – slender fingers curled lazily around a lollipop stick, the saccharine, rock-hard candy attached held snugly in place between her cherry lips. She had her eyes set on a figure not far away, gaze intent, observing, almost calculatingly. Her long legs dangled in mid-air, swinging idly as the calm evening wind swept her hair across her peach-tinted cheeks. Though she had been keeping her silence for almost an hour now, the girl wasn’t exactly the type to go unnoticed by passersby, especially with that tiny skirt hiking up her milky thighs with every little movement she made.

Pulling the lollipop out of her mouth with a loud ‘pop’, she finally decided to make her presence known to the person she was staring at for quite a while now. She probably thought that no one would be there to catch her in the act, but Joy was everywhere. It was as if she had eyes and ears on every pebble, every tree, including between the gentle whispers of the breeze. No news would spread without getting to her first, not even a false rumour. Hell, the rumour was probably something someone created from the string of words they heard spilling past those sinful lips of hers.

“I saw what you did there,” her voice rang out, clear as a bell. There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes – one that signified that she indeed knew something.

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☢ —- Corentine for Hyoyeon: "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Place one of these in my ask if we’ve never interacted before

@caelestians

Hyoyeon jerked, torn from her reverie by the girl’s voice. “S-sorry.” She stuttered an apology, her eyebrows coming together. “You just…” She trailed off, unsure how to end the sentence. Why had she been staring? Something was weird, some aura or something tipping the scales inside Hyoyeon. “Do I know you?”