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[Text] How are you going to manage the entire week of February Vacation?
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[Text] I miss you.
[Text] How are you going to manage the entire week of February Vacation?
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*FLINGS SELF AT*
I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA
Not So Triumphant Return || Hans & Dany
Admittedly, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles had not expected to return home in disgrace. Everything had gone far better than he anticipated, at least until that last fateful few moments, in which the girl he assumed dead leapt before his sword and shattered it -- along with his hopes of ruling Arendelle. They sent him home in the brig of another dignitary's ship, disgraced and furious with everything that happened, especially the cheap way in which he'd lost.
To feign remorse for his brother, the King of the Southern Isles, was not particularly difficult, although he would have been a fool to miss the remaining skepticism in Magnus's demeanor. His other brothers varied in degrees of belief, but at the end of the day, he could not bring himself to care much for their opinions as long as he found himself mostly off the hook for what he'd done in Arendelle.
And he was, although there were some consequences for his actions. They would no longer allow him to leave the Southern Isles and he knew that blockade would last for an indefinite period of time. It angered him, but he had to admit that things could have ended up much, much worse, perhaps if the ruling women of Arendelle had their way. What he would not give to be a fly on the wall if they ever heard of his "punishment."
Tonight the palace held its first real party since his return and he simply did not feel in the mood for it. He had little appetite and no time for the questions that would certainly arise around the mysterious circumstances of the prince. His brothers had kept things very quiet, but there remained whispers and he in no way wanted to deal with that.
He stood along the outskirts of the ballroom, holding a glass of champagne. Although he reminded himself that he should act like normal and socialize as he would always do otherwise, he couldn't quite bring himself to. Sharp eyes observed the rest of the room; he knew all of them, grew up with memories of some of them, and he hadn't the patience for them today. He made certain none of his brothers were looking his way before slipping out into the hallway of portraits outside the ballroom.
He could not stand the headache any longer.
How many nights did he fall asleep like this, one hand on his cell phone, waiting for her call?
He longed to hear her voice, of course. To tuck her into bed, wish her a good night and sweet dreams. To hear her sigh and say she wished he was there, that she could fall asleep so much easier with his arms around her, holding her, making her feel safe and cared for. To listen to her breathing as she began to drift off.
But that wasn't what he waited for.
He would have loved to hear her touch herself for him, to purr filthy thoughts into her ear while her moans built to a peak so loud he would hardly need the phone to her her.
That wasn't what he waited for either.
He waited for the sobbing, panicked call he knew would come one day. That her father had gotten too bad, that she needed to get out. That she needed help. Perhaps she would say her father had found out about them. Perhaps she would have run away, or locked herself in the bathroom. She would be afraid. He dreaded this call, though he knew one day it would come. He knew what her father was like. He had known since Joanna confessed what had happened- what he had done....
He would not allow Dany to feel unsafe. She was his and he would protect her. And so he remained vigilant.
WHAT WOULD WE DO IF I VISITED FOR THE WEEKEND? WHAT FOOD COULD YOU EAT EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITHOUT HATING? WHY DON'T YOU LIVE IN CT? MIRNING OR NIGHT PERSON? SAVORY OR SWEET? WHY AM I USING ALL CAPS???
ASK ME QUESTIONS, AND I SHALL ANSWER WITH A RECORDING OF MY VOICE.
HIIIIII BABYYYYYY YOU'RE ADORBS and i'm such a dork here wow
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BECAUSE YOU’RE BOTH AWESOME AND WE LOVE YOU OBVS~
NO. YOU'RE AWESOME.
Santa knows that I don't help Dany/Margy/Shawn around the house... Crap. Just when I thought them nagging me about helping couldn't get worse.