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GSKRIBBL.IO GAVE @withoutathought AND I THE PROMPTS ‘BRIDE’ AND ‘GROOM’ RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER I SOB... they married...
Hi my name is Kira and I'm so used to finding ways of bargaining so people will want to see me that I'm now crying that my company is enough for one person
“Hey, dad...” It’s with some reluctance the teen approaches his father from behind, loathe to pull him out of working within his garden. It’s rare he have any real hesitance with speaking to his dad like this ... but as much as he loves the man, Lucien Bloodmarch has never exactly been known for being openly warm and fuzzy. He’s uncomfortable and unsure — and it shows in the way he fidgets, one hand absently rubbing his arm as he stares pointedly at one of the flower bushes off to the side. Certainly not at the man he’s addressing. Normally, such behavior could only mean one of two things : either he wishes to ask for help, or, god forbid, he needs to talk about his feelings. “You got a minute...?”
* . °◞ ❤ @whatelsehaditodo-butloveyou.
merailia replied:
why do you gotta come for our hearts like this unicorn
is this not the reason u followed this blog tf u mean 💁
she was nervous to walk around like this. Nobel Michel was kind to let her attend this party, but it was a strange situation for her to be in. now she sought solace on the balcony. ' I'm--- so sorry! I thought no one would be here. u-um... m-may I hide here, please? ' the fear of being recognized was strong and foolish. there was no mafia in that ballroom, only royalty & one of them was right there. ' Nobel Michel... I hope he's alright. ' she softly muttered to herself. @ wilfred
He hasn’t been expecting company, though if it startles him, it doesn’t show. He’d only been half present, as it were: his entire attention had been given to the gardens laid out beneath the balcony. It takes him a beat longer than is likely polite for him to turn his attention towards her, taking in the surprise on her features. In truth, he’s a little relieved to see that. Usually when people stumble upon him like this, it’s because they’ve followed him. He supposes not many would try something so obvious while within the walls of Nobel Michel, however.
“Not enjoying the festivities?” His voice is so quiet that it’s likely a miracle the music from the ballroom can’t be heard out here, or he’s sure he would’ve been completely drowned out by it. He offers her a sympathetic smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Rather than hold himself with pride or even any air of accessibility, even when speaking to someone one-on-one, he retains the same lifeless, muted aura he’d been presenting himself with the entirety of the night. His curiosity is piqued by the mention of Lord Michel, though if it does show through in his expression, it’s so faint and fleeting, it’s as if it were never there at all.
“Are you a friend of Lord Michel? He was bragging he had wonderful company attending the ball tonight before retiring to his room. Shame he didn’t get to introduce us.” Small talk is empty, and honestly, the longer he puts on airs, the more tired he starts to feel. He turns back towards the gardens, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. There’s really no need for this. He’d excused himself from the party, the last thing he wished to do was continue playing dignitary. “You can hide out here. I don’t mind...” He pauses, considering, “And don’t worry. I’m sure Lord Michel will be fine, so... chin up. You should enjoy yourself. I’m sure he’d be sad if you didn’t.”
....Post con depression is the worst..
[10:15:52 PM] Me: Maribelle is such a take charge gal and I love her.
[10:18:44 PM] Me: it's even better if you pair her with someone like ricken.
[10:19:09 PM] AJ: omg
[10:19:11 PM] AJ: ricken just
[10:19:15 PM] AJ: "n-now??"
[10:19:37 PM] Me: he needs at least three days just to stop blushing.
[10:21:59 PM] AJ: maribelle just sits in bed
[10:22:00 PM] AJ: naked
[10:22:02 PM] AJ: arms crossed
[10:22:04 PM] AJ: "I'M WAITING"
[10:22:20 PM] Me: RIP RICKEN...
[10:25:44 PM] AJ: "BE A MAN"
[10:26:20 PM] Me: actually whispering the lyrics to himself
[10:26:34 PM] AJ: omfg
[10:26:53 PM] Me: "i must be swift as a coursing river...with all the force of a great typhoon"
"RICKEN, I'M WAITING"
voice cracks
"C-COMING, DEAR."
[10:27:04 PM] AJ: rick en......
[10:27:17 PM] Me: bless that child