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“Right….. How many of them talk to you, willingly, on a regular basis?”
“A-A few! You’re just jealous ‘cos you don’t have... a lot of kids like me!”
au; a royal game.
“I’d almost feel bad for the poor Prince. He has no idea what is waiting for him.”
The Princess smirked, leaning over to pull the curtains to see the castle that they were raiding towards. Impressive, though dull. Nothing splendid or artistic about it… Well, she will make changes when she becomes Queen either way. She will have to make a lot of changes either way.
The lady smiled at the Princess and clapped her hands. “I assume we don’t have to review a thing. You’ve always been quick when it comes to things like these.” Chiara smiled slightly at the compliment and rolled her shoulders.
“It’s basic. The King has two sons, from two marriages, correct? The current Queen Consort is the mother of the younger, who seems to be the favorite, but he was of poor luck to be born two years later to my fiance, the crown prince. The King is tolerable, mediocre, and agreeable. His son is no different, although, from what we’ve heard, a bit of an idiot struggling to get out of his younger brother’s shadow.”
Chiara smoothed her hands over her dress and shrugged. “Simple. The whole family will be easy to control.”
Once the carriage stopped, her lady in waiting quickly shifted closer to make sure Chiara’s dress, hair, and her jewelry looked to par. It did since they had a proper stop while they were still out of range to make sure she looked perfect. Perhaps, five years ago, it would have bothered her that everyone treated her like a glorified doll, always making sure she looked perfect. But, she knew now it was vital to make sure she stays safe and strong. Her grandparents taught her well. Chiara had a younger brother, but both of them were taken in by their grandparents and raised by them, rather than their parents. The old couple made sure that their grandchildren were the talk of all Europe. Her brother was charismatic and smart, while she was gorgeous and wonderful in her own right.
Her lady in waiting stepped out first, followed by the young princess. Chiara was dressed in a simple, yet beautiful gown of red with black trimming and details, and her hair was done up in the style of Italian ladies. She was beautiful, even more than the portrait sent ahead of her.
Chiara took a moment to take in the sights. Ha, their ladies still wore yellow? That was outdated, months ago. The King and Queen looked… presentable, but she didn’t expect them to both be that old. And the Princes…
For a moment, she hoped that the taller, handsome man who did look like a proper noble was her husband… but she knew that the Crown Prince had black hair, not blonde. And damn, the rumors were true, because he looked every bit of a weasel as they described him. Still, she made her most pleased face as she approached the royal family and made a polite bow, before straightening her back.
“It is a great pleasure to be welcomed at your Court, my lords, my lady. I hope I’ll be of use.”
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KNOCK KNOCK. Isabel’s birthday may be today but she’s decided to go out and see Abel for herself. Maybe she’s plotting something... maybe not. She hasn’t heard about his breakup or anything yet so the reason for her visit may be a bit more selfish... “Abeeel! It’s meee~! I was in the neighborhood... Won’t you come say hello?” There’s no answer... or at least not one that was fast enough for her. “It’s been so long! I know you’re home... unless you walked somewhere...” She looks around. “His bike is here though...”
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Each day seemed to go by faster than the last. Here they were, at the grocery store, such a mundane everyday task and yet when Isabel looks down at her daughter Valeria and sees that she’s already 10 years old she can hardly believe it. It’s not been easy being a single mom but what could she say? She’d tried dating but she hasn’t met a man interesting enough to keep around... plus all of her time is dedicated to her daughter. Thinking about it only makes her upset... if only things had worked out with her fa--- Isabel stands still for a moment, hesitating and almost frozen. Her daughter’s father... it can’t be. It is.. there’s no doubt. Abel. He looks the same as he did 10 years ago. Shit. She has to hurry past him before he notices. Isabel keeps her eyes down and her face turned away as she tries to scurry by, pulling Valeria along behind her by the hand. Valeria looks up at him and of course has to say something. “Wow... tall!” Isabel’s heart sinks with terror. Why is this happening!!
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Shielding the top of her head with her bag, Johanne made a quick dash across the road to get to the entrance of the familiar black and white house. No matter the time, this house seemed to stay the same - immaculate, clean cut and rather lovely. Homey - a home far off from her own.
She placed the bag by her feet and dug through her pockets to find his keys. Abel and she exchanged keys a long time ago since he was her emergency contact, and she was his. Good friends do that, after all… She unlocked the door and pulled the bag in.
“Abel? It’s Jo, your friendly neighborhood superhero.” She heard from Belgium - briefly that Abel was in a shitty spot, something about his boyfriend ditching, but Johanne knew better than to really pry into all that. So, she came armed with snacks, weed, and booze. The three cornerstones of getting better.
She took off her shoes and made her way up, looking for him. Finding him in the bedroom she sighed and took off her coat so she could plop down on the bed beside him. “Hej you.” She leaned over and pressed a small kiss to his back. “I’m here, yea? You don’t have to talk about shit, but you know. I’m here.”
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Hui Fang can’t be happier to see him hug her back this much. She was always starved for physical attention and contact - and who better for it than her dear Abel. She gave him a wide toothy grin when he turned around in the hug.
“Ooh, are we in war now? Well! I’ll see you on the battlefield!” She giggled and got on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek before standing back properly. Sheesh! She’ll pull her back someday with all these tall Europeans.
“Did you miss me~?”
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Slightly nervous, the young girl sat down in front of the piano. There wasn’t anyone in the large hall that they were going to have their meeting in, as she thought the meeting starts at nine when it really starts at ten… And since there was a piano…
Filipía couldn’t really resist it. Flexing her fingers for a few seconds and straightening her back, she started to play.
The piano was far from really good - but it wasn’t bad. And her long experience and actual talent more than made up for it. The music she played was soft, melancholic. It spilled quite easily from her and it was beyond relaxing to just play and enjoy herself.
That is until she saw someone pretty much standing beside her. Jumping out of her skin, she quickly got up but got her foot caught and ended up tumbling on the floor. She hissed softly as she saw that she ripped her tights and skinned her knee from the fall, and she couldn’t dare to look up to the Dutchman standing right beside her.
Oh, this was bad. Really bad.
“...H-Hello.”
au; blue love.
With how quickly she turned the corner, she almost knocked over a couple of bicyclists who barely managed to get away. But she didn’t - after all, she was a professional in fucking shit up.
The criminal was still running only to start running right towards her partner who she told to go around. The brat turned around only to be socked right in the jaw by her and knocked on the ground.
Half an hour later, she was shoulder to shoulder with Abel as they brought a criminal into the precinct with the biggest grin on her face. Once the man was sitting in custody she grinned and slapped Abel on the back. “Told you he’d run around!”
Once they were at their tables she opened the file to put in the next round of information so she could be done with work. Oh, but “Ah, Abel -- you know how you promised me a beer after we finish this one up? Let’s do it tomorrow - I promised my boyfriend that I will come home early tonight so we can catch a movie. Sorry, babe.”
Life was good for Johanne Andersen. She was a senior detective, in a great precinct, with an even better partner. Sure, people would call her relationship with Abel complicated. They dated for quite a while, slept together more times than she could count, and people always said they were like an old married couple - she was the only one that could decipher his grunts, he was the only one that could stop her from going full-on crazy.
They worked together.
But never really got together. So, when she looked up and saw how he was pretty much stabbing the paper as he filled it in, she could tell he was… pissed. So, she leaned her chin in her hand and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually mad. On the day we caught the guy! Really?”
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