#glacierheart

[dcydrecmings]

closed for @glacierheart

"I am sorry." Repeating the phrase one more time, despite the fact she was never one to admit wrongdoing. Considering she'd been the one to twist her ankle, grabbed hold of them to steady herself - resulting in them both falling, she wasn't exactly in a position to deny the fact she'd caused the situation. "You're not hurt are you? Because if you're not... I could use a hand up. My ankle's practically singing in pain."

[purelysnow-archived]

closed for @glacierheart ! continued from here.

snow was beyond curious about the other who she followed - especially with their similar circumstances. though she's said it before, she never truly realized until now how one is truly not alone in this world. she smiled a little to herself at the thought. her eyes darted towards his hand before she hesitantly took it. although he had given her his hand to reach for, she didn't want to push any boundaries. ❝ i'm not sure why i thought you said sundance, ❞ snow admitted, a small laugh following short after. ❝ though snowdance has a nice ring to it. though, i may be biased. ❞ she joked lightly. her eyebrow quirked when he mentioned that when he dances, it snows. ❝ it snows? like from the sky? ❞ she questioned. she had never heard anything like it. her curious mind had made her wonder. though she knew that their land wasn't not filled with magic.

❝ does snowdance like apples, perchance? ❞ snow questioned, remembering the few crisp apples she had her in satchel. she had a few left - one for each of them, if he so wished to take one. ❝ i have three, if you would like one as well. i bought them from a farmer's market yesterday, so they should still be fresh. but, if i am really to secure on snowdance's good side, i surely want to only give my best. ❞ snow spoke with a joyful tone, a goofy smile settled on her lips as they continued down their path. ❝ seven years... that's a long time. i'm sure the two of you have shared some of your best moments with each other. astor... well, funnily enough, he's a white horse, too. i've had him for several years now. i feel as if we had grown up together. if that truly makes any sense. ❞ she paused after a soft laugh. he was her only friend while living as a housemaid for the queen. after she was done with her chores, one would always find snow brushing or looking after the white horse.

as they travelled, her eyes stayed peeled for the white horse - hoping that they could find the creature. off in the distance, she could see what faintly looked like a horse, taking a drink of water from the river. ❝ i don't want to get your hopes up, but is that snowdance? ❞

[happicstplace]

she is no longer queen of arendelle, and yet she has found that her new role places a heavier weight on her shoulders. the bridge between the human world and the realm of spirits. which at first sounded like it wasn't anything that required her direct attention. well, first impressions were deceiving. she could feel it, even the slightest shift in the balance. ' you. you're the one throwing off the balance of the forest. ' and it felt like her own magic, the kiss of frost, and then it didn't. it wasn't like anything she'd encountered in the forest before.

@glacierheart

[stringswoven]

She’d had a hunch, gut telling her that the bed she’d made would soon be occupied by her lying down in it. Although aware of her fate, Lucy Gray couldn’t deny her stomach had dropped hearing the ominous call of her own name. How her heart plummeted as Lucy Gray Baird was uttered in such an upbeat attitude it was as if she’d just won the lottery, not a one-way ticket to the guillotine. With her dignity still in tact, Lucy Gray stalked toward the stage, body threatening to become sluggish with dread. A shame, truly... Lucy Gray craved the complete opposite feeling when walking toward a stage. Embraced the jittery nerves, her calloused fingers itching to strum her guitar strings and strong vocal chords eager to sing out every emotion housed in her petite frame.

But Lucy Gray was a fighter. The snake dropped down the backside of Mayor Lipp's daughter had been her one last act of retaliation, a lasting memory that would surely have Mayfair shudder when she saw snakes in the future, remembering the name Lucy Gray. Didn't hurt that she’d been done a service, able to take advantage of the chaotic outbreak in the crowd from Mayfair’s over the top reaction to a harmless little thing, using it to sing, voice reaching new audiences: the ears of the Capitol. Her great send-off. A show, that's all these things were... right? And she the performer.

If that's what they wanted... maybe she actually could sing her way out of this one.

Unlikely, given the expression on Caspian's features sitting across from her at the teasing offer she do so during their strategizing session. These Capitol folk certainly lacked humor in the place, didn't they? Suppose it was fair, what with the history of Panem. Brushing it aside, Lucy Gray let her Earthy hues fixate themselves on the blond, lips pursed in disappointment... but what a sight for sore eyes Caspian Frost was. If this was the last image she'd see before setting foot into that arena... she certainly wouldn't mind remembering those pretty blues.

As the thought crossed her mind, Lucy Gray smirked to herself, giving Caspian a playful once over. “Well... go on then. What’s your brilliant plan, gorgeous? I'm scrappy, been in my share of fights and have held my own~" Nothing like what would be waiting for her, Lucy Gray knew that... and her smirk faltered slightly. "But based on the size of me alone... I'm a prime target. How do I win?”

@glacierheart sent : “see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.” (Caspian to Lucy Gray)

[atlamillia]

headbusts of the highranks for @whatweleftbehind-rp !

[purelysnow-archived]

"I don't think we're too old to go trick or treating." | in the meme it said opposite, but caspian would def say hes not bc he's a big goof dkjksd

❝ is this you telling me that it's going to be socially acceptable for us to both be dressed in costumes and getting buckets of candy? ❞ she questioned, her tone joyous and excitement evident on her features.

[0paliite]

@glacierheart asked: ❛ don't make me choose between you and myself. ❜ | to ella

her shoulders shifted back automatically. stupid curse. it was making the choice for her. "don't worry yourself too much. i'm not." that hurt was coming through her voice, no matter how she tried to hide it. ella wasn't expecting caspian put her before anything. maybe mandy was right: all she really had was herself. she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up too much with. it was a little late to have a little spark of a maybe she was wrong. "you have responsibilities, just like i do." his didn't involve mop buckets and pouring the perfect glass to wine at dinner with guests. besides, she had a feeling that caspian would expect the same of her if the roles were reversed: pick herself over him.

[nostrangertothewind]

@glacierheart said: maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do.

"Oh really?" Her eyes trail over him before narrowing. "That so?" Eurydice had hardly ever met a man that truly surprised her. But she'd be lying if she said she hadn't found the other difficult to figure out thus far. There was an innate distrust already present. Suspicion and distance had become something long entangled in her foundation. Almost like vine growing within the cracks of stone.

She stands with her arms crossed, head tilting as she considers his words. "I hardly know you at all," she points out.

"So, tell me...what should I know about you?"