I just came back from college, then I saw that I was tagged by the cuties paladeckis and halespaytheirdebts, so, I’m gonna answer all the questions in one post, ok?
So, here we go!
paladeckis' questions:
halespaytheirdebts' questions:
Basics
Name - Vanessa
Birthday - November 8th
Favourite number - 8
Height - 1,57 m
Talents - I really don’t know
Can you juggle? - Omg, no
Art/Sports/Both - Art, I’m not good with sports
Do you like writing? - Uh, no
Do you like dancing? - As long as noone can see me :s
Do you like singing? - Same, as long as noone can see me, even though, sometimes my parents hear me singing :s
Fantasize…
Dream vacation - Um, go to Europe!
Dream guy/gal - Ah, I don’t know... But can I meet someone that looks like Jensen Ackles or Dylan O’Brien?
Dream wedding - Um, I’ve never thought about this… I think just being with the person I love is enough
Dream pet - I don’t know, maybe a dog, I would like to have a dog again :)
Dream job - At the moment, just having a job would be awesome
Music…
Favourite song - There are so many! But lately I’ve been listening a lot to Laura Palmer by Bastille
Favourite Album - The first one that came to my mind was Motion in the Ocean by McFly
Last song you’ve heard on the radio - I think it was an Anitta’s song, it’s a brazilian singer, I don’t recommend it oops
Least favourite song - I can’t think about one
Least favourite album - Same, I don’t know
Least favourite artist - And again, I don’t know :s
Preference…
Guys/Girls/Both - Guys
Hair colour - I really don’t have any preference
Eye colour - I have a weakeness for green and hazel eyes, but I think all the colors are beautiful ;)
Humorous/serious - Humorous
Taller/Shorter - Both?
Biggest turn off - Not being polite, really, what the hell will you gain disrespecting other people?
Biggest turn on - Being friendly, funny…
So, I’m not gonna tag anyone, because I’ve already tagged some, like, a week ago, but if you’re reading this, feel free to do it!! :D
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I don't know, I don't think I can explain things in English and I am watching Youtube videos and I hope it works.. I just, should not think about things and I will be allright! <3 Thanks for asking and being nice though! <3
Eddard Stark: Knights and castles, lords/ladies and bannermen
Stiles stares at himself in the mirror. He doesn’t look much like himself like this, all dressed up and fancy. He tries to shake the feeling that he’ll never really be able to be himself, that all he’ll ever see in the mirror from now on will be a carefully constructed lie. Someone who plasters on a polite but insincere smile, like everyone in court always does.
It doesn’t matter. Others have been forced to play their parts for years; Stiles can count himself lucky to have had so many years of freedom. He’d always known the day would come that duty called and he’d have to step into that glorified cage, take on the responsibilities he never wanted but knows he must fulfil.
He’s had his entirely life to get used to the thought. He’s prepared.
Mostly.
Not really.
"You don’t have to do this," his father says gently. He sounds sad and nervous, defeated. Stiles musters up a small smile, if only to ease the King’s mind. His father has always wanted the best for him, has done everything he can to enable him to lead the life he always wanted. It’s not his fault he failed, in the end, that his hands are tied, that there is no other way out. Stiles knows that if there was another way, his father had taken it, and just for that, he’s grateful.
"Yes, I do," Stiles says firmly. "You know we can’t win the war against Deucalion on our own."
"Stiles - "
"It’s a good offer," Stiles cuts in. "The wolves make worthy allies. I know they have reputation of being ferocious, that people are afraid of them, but you know they have honour, and they will hold their word and protect us."
He cannot listen to his father trying to convince him that he still has a choice, can’t let himself be tempted to run away, no matter how enticing the notion is. He knows his father is wary of the Hales; Stiles knows, because he is, too. He doesn’t want to say he’s afraid, but the truth is, he is. People tell all kinds of stories about the wolves, usually filled with bloodshed and violence. They are a secretive people, keep to themselves most of the time, so Stiles has no way of knowing how much truth these stories contain. He hopes, for his sake and everyone else’s, that they are nothing but rumours.
After all, they have surprised him already. No one had really expected the Hales to accept the offer of Stiles’ hand in marriage to one of the regents’ children in exchange for their troops to help defend Beacon, but here they are. Stiles looks out of the window, sees the Hales’ banners fluttering in the wind as his future spouse’s company draws nearer, black triskelion a stark contrast against the silver background, and wills himself to hope.
"Our country will be safe. Our people will be safe. That’s all that matters."
"I just wanted you to be happy," his father says, squeezing his shoulder. "I wanted you to have what Claudia and I had. I know you wished for that, too."
"People get married to people they don’t know all the time," Stiles says. "I choose to believe they find some happiness in their marriages despite that."
The look his father gives him tells him that he knows Stiles doesn’t truly believe his own words. “I wish, with all my heart, that you will find all the happiness in the world.”
"Thank you, father," Stiles chokes out, tears welling up when his father reels him in and pulls him close, envelops him in what might be the last hug they’ll ever share. The fanfares, signalling that the Hales have reached the city gate, eventually force them apart.
Stiles watches as his father steels himself, calm and collected mask covering his anxiety. “I shall go to welcome out guests,” he says.
Stiles nods, and with a final pat on his shoulder, his father departs, leaving Stiles alone in his dressing room to contemplate his past and his future. He realises with a pang that he didn’t get to say goodbye to his city; the last few days have been hectic, stressful, and he hasn’t had time to roam the streets one last time to try and remember what they look like. He won’t have the chance to, now. Come nightfall, he’ll be married, and after the feast and the consummation, he will have to leave his country behind, possibly even before sunrise of the next day.
He’s so lost in thought, in cherished memories of everything he’ll have to leave behind, that he doesn’t hear the door to his chambers open. “You are far too sad for someone celebrating the happiest day of their life.”
Stiles startles when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, soft, a strange cadence to the words. He turns around quickly, heart beating rabbit-fast in his chest. Leaning against the wall is the most gorgeous man Stiles has ever laid his eyes upon: tall, broad-shouldered, hair as dark as the symbol of his pack, with sharp cheekbones and intelligent, light eyes, dressed in furs that barely do anything to hide his remarkable physique.
He’s never seen this man before, but he knows who is standing before him anyway. “Prince Derek,” Stiles greets cautiously. “How did you get in here?” He asks the question before realising it might sound rude, and only just manages to suppress a grimace at his own stupidity. One should never offend a wolf - especially, he supposes, when one plans to marry into the family.
Luckily, Prince Derek seems amused, rather than affronted. “Your guards, it seems, have been distracted by the rest of the castle running around like headless chicken. They made it easy for me.” He tilts his head. “It appears they are frightened by us.”
"It’s not every day that one gets to host the most prestigious pack known to man," Stiles reminds him.
"You are a good liar," Derek tells him. "Bending the words into a shape that makes them the truth, but not the whole truth. Tell me, are you afraid of me?"
"Tell me," Stiles retorts, "did you sneak into my chambers to assess my worth so you could call the wedding off should I not be to your liking, before I am standing in front of the altar and it is too late?"
Prince Derek actually laughs at that. “You are feisty. You will fare well amongst my kin,” he says, almost proudly. “I apologise for seeking you out like this,” he adds, suddenly sounding contrite. “I understand in your culture it is believed that seeing one’s spouse before the wedding means bad luck, but I wanted to get the chance to speak to you in private before the ceremony.”
"I - " Stiles blinks, confused. His head is swimming. He is to marry the crown prince? “What?”
There’s a brief pause.
"You didn’t know," Derek says, more deduction than question.
"I - " Stiles shakes his head. "The message didn’t give a name. I assumed I was to wed one of your younger siblings - I know our kingdom isn’t big or powerful, nor is it particularly important - "
"It is important." Derek’s tone leaves no room for argument. "It is important to you, and therefore it is important to me."
”- and I cannot possibly give you children,” Stiles continues, talking over Derek. “Such an arrangement seems…unusual. It cannot possibly benefit you.”
"Why would you believe you have nothing to offer me?" Derek asks, frowning. "Stiles, you offer me everything.”
He doesn’t understand. Marrying one of Derek’s younger siblings would make sense; the Hale pack is a large one, and an alliance with Beacon would help extend their borders to the south, give them more hunting grounds at least, and access to one large stream and the trade that comes with it. To Stiles’ knowledge, children born of humans and werewolves mostly carry the gene, so he could’ve helped expand the pack.
But Derek?
There is nothing that Stiles can give to Derek.
Stiles would almost believe someone is playing some crude joke, if it weren’t for Derek being visibly and genuinely upset. “You don’t know. How can you not - I thought you’d know,” Derek mutters.
Stiles frowns. “Know what?”
When Derek looks at him, his face is raw and open, vulnerable. “I’ve been dreaming of you,” he says quietly, and Stiles draws in a sharp breath. There are many myths about werewolves, one sounding more unlikely than the other, and there is one he’d always believed to be entirely impossible, but…
"Oh," Stiles breathes.
"I’ve been dreaming of you ever since I came of age. I’ve been waiting for you to…When your father sent for us, I was happier than I’d ever been before. I thought you…but I forgot you are human. I forgot it’s not the same for you."
.Derek bows his head. “Forgive me, I did not mean to pressure you, or make you uncomfortable.”
"You didn’t make me uncomfortable."
"But you do not wish to marry me. I should have realised the moment I came here and found you sad."
Derek looks like he is only an eye’s blink away from fleeing, and possibly never returning, so Stiles takes a step closer, closes his fingers over Derek’s wrist. “I was sad,” he admits, “I am, still, because I am leaving my home, my father. And I was afraid - afraid, mostly, that my betrothed might be unwilling or unable to love me, and that I would spend my life lonely and loveless. I see now that my fears were unfounded.” He lays a hand on Derek’s cheek, and the crown prince shudders and then relaxes under his touch. “I’m sorry it might take me a while to catch up,” Stiles whispers. “But belike not very long, if you are willing to wait for me just a little longer.”
Derek’s smile is blinding. Slowly, he takes Stiles’ hand, moves his from his cheek to his mouth, and presses a soft, warm kiss to his palm.
