#isabela.

[madriigal-archive]

              ❛  ercole. ❜ there isn’t a hint of feigned kindness that is normally put on when she was to make a first impression with someone. because this wasn’t a first impression, not really, anyway. she may not remember him, but she still knows him. knows of the boy who came back to la casa after he and his father had walked out, took what he wanted, and abandoned his family once more.   ❛ how long are you planning to stay this time? or do you still need something from us before you go. ❜  ||  @evisconti​​  liked.

[rchvnt]

❝  HMM !  ❞  an  intrigued,  INTERESTED  sound  muted  by  the  swallowing  of  his  drink,  blinking  as  he  leans  forward,  brows  knit  keenly  —  perhaps  for  the  first  time  ever,  at  anything,  toward  the  jewels  resting  at  her  collarbone.  ❝   this  is  —  very  nice.  ❞   as  much  as  he  sounds  appreciative,  it’s  not  lost  on  him  perhaps  because  the  design  and  colour  combinations  are  familiar.  ❝   new ?   ❞   it’s  the  first  time  he’s  seen  isabela  look  like  an  actual  storybook  princess.     //.  @isvbclv​

[jkamari]

&&. ISABELA // @isvbclv

Joshua had grown up in a palace, slipping through the cracks between his parents’ gilded thrones, gliding across smooth marble, flying his toy airplanes in empty halls as demands for a revolution echoed beyond the walls of his home. He’d faced trials a thousand times more difficult than they should have been during his education, debating politics and colonialism, and during the course of his philanthropy, and in his homeland, but none were as difficult as this. 

Joshua smiled at the princess. “Your Highness.” He dipped into a low bow out of respect, even though they were surrounded by others of royal blood, even though bowing for all of them was a ridiculous proposition so no one did it. “I thought that was you.” He used his most dignified tone, one he hardly recognised. “That’s a beautiful colour on you. Would you like to dance?” It was Isabela. The invitation was built to be rejected.

[expnsive]

I think that we're all on the same time! BLOGCEPTION!! M.I.A.

[expnsive]

Both me and Isabela are totally freaking out, about this anon. Ohmygod I hope we don't scare you(x We get excited about a lot of things...

[expnsive]

Ohmygod I just remembered, okay so I was texting Isabela and we were in our own little fantasies that ended up with us meeting the boys and one of them falling in love with us, and then I said:

"I would faint and/or cry. Ohmygod but what if they were like hey want to go and get some coffee or come to our room and cuddle and eat fajitas ashyerhsignaiudghaiugh"

and then she responded:

"I love how that was heavily directed towards Harry..."

Guys this is bad I've been subconsciously doing this so much more recently I cannot(x

[conduzi-da]

“Achar que era forte o suficiente para deixar uma garota dessas para trás foi o seu maior erro. Nem todos os amigos do mundo e todas as mulheres da balada podem te fazer esquecer dos bons momentos que vocês tiveram. E hoje só o que restou foi o arrependimento, a saudade e o seu orgulho ferido. Ao discar o número dela aquela noite você não imaginava que uma voz masculina iria atender e dizer “Tudo bem, vou chamar. Amor?”. Como assim? Ela deveria te amar para sempre. Como ela foi te esquecer tão rápido? Quem é esse cara que fez isso com ela? Não é possível, não pode ser. Mas ao ouvir “Meu bem, acho que você se arrependeu tarde demais. Eu estou feliz com outra pessoa, acho que você deveria seguir com a sua vida…” Você entendeu, ah sim, entendeu tudo. Ela achou alguém que sabia o quão incrível ela era. E a culpa era toda sua, inteiramente sua. Se você não der valor a quem está do seu lado, pode ser que um dia seja tarde demais para alcançá-la.”

[elliottdadepressao]

And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all!