#closes rp

[wanderingarcherviola]

It had become a semi-regular thing for them to run into each other, as years passed Viola couldn't get away with sneaking around Mannish settlements like she used to. She wasn't seen as some poor, pitiful Orcling wandering alone, now she was seen as an active threat.

Threat or no there were still a few places where even the likes of her were allowed to walk the streets. Seeing a friendly face she couldn't help but approach "My, my, usually when we meet in lowly places like this you're a bit more tied up." She whispered coming up behind him "Which is good because I'm broke right now."

@thegreatstrongbow

[pushspacetocontinue]

Batters and Bombers (closed RP for Demoladay)

Russell was tired. Not in the case that he needed to sleep. No, it was the usual languor that came with the end of a battle and the training afterwards.

He was slowly making his way back to where he needed to be, towards the BLU base, but it was seeing the RED that made him stop.

“Oh, ehe, that was a good battle, Ma'am,” he said quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

+evermorebeastly

Everyone in the village seemed to be significantly more, for want of a better word, open, nowadays. They were less cautious, less wary. They seemed fuller.

Of course, now the curse was lifted, and memories returned, business began between the village and the palace, once more. Mabel had managed to secure a position in the kitchens, but spent every free moment with Madame, sketching the woman's beautiful dresses as she practiced her vocal runs.

Rushing back to the kitchens from one of her treasured brakes, Mabel managed to trip over her own feet, then the rug, falling flat on her face, to land right in front of...

The prince. Oh dear.

"Uh- your majesty- I'm so sorry-"

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

+bxxttromping

Mabel was avoiding her chores, yet again. Technically, she should be washing the family's linens, but it was just so incredibly dull. Besides- it's not like her brother, or her uncles would even notice.

She focused her attention back upon her sketchbook- the skyline of Paris. It wasn't as good as she wanted it to be, but the memory was fast fading. There was talk of revolution, back in Paris- so their parents insisted they leave. Stay with family somewhere... small. Small means safe.

Sensing movement, Mabel glanced up, and a smile slipped into place. He was an ass, of course- but a beautiful one.

"Hello, Gaston-"

[elvesofspace]

@belladonna-of-thraneal Leato walked quickly, bare feet tapping lightly on the floor as he made his way to where the princess happened to be staying for the moment. He had heard the news of what happened to her family, and wanted to be sure she was going to be okay. It seemed Noone else was. He rang the buzzer to her door and waited.

[vanitytrolls]

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>you shrug I don't know.

[vanitytrolls]

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>you kiss her back