#mapleyomega

[fakeashenwings-blog]

@mapleyomega

With his attire changed, he made his way back outside to where the game of croquet was to be played. All right, simple enough of a game. Dont knock the ball through a hoop unless it was obvious he was faking being bad. Sounded like a good plan. He curstied, side glancing once or twice to try to see where that blasted King had gone off to.

“Your Majesty, I’ve returned. Does this new attire meet your standards for playing in?”

[hitandrunduorp-a]

@mapleyomega:

Maybe…

It’s just…a FEELING I need to have with my future summer home They need to have a nice personality! Do you know what I mean? *She frowned, still rather discontent.* Or maybe it’s something else…

Like I said, I just feel so restless. Do I REALLY need a summer place in the woods?

...why not?

*Shrugs*

its always good to have a place to get away to. I think I get you, though.

*He grew silent for a moment, thinking*

...have you looked at anyplace in Perpignan?

[hitandrunduorp-a]

*Knock knock, get the door, it's Europe. Actually, it's Madeline with some sugar cookies, looking a little bit worried*

@mapleyomega

*Luckily, she came long enough after his ‘guest’ left, and long enough for him to wash the smell of alcohol and sin away, but he still looked a bit exhausted, what with a hangover that refused to cure. Wincing a little, he groaned softly as he walked to the door, opening it before blinking in surprise*

Madeline? What bring you over here?

[fakeashenwings-blog]

@mapleyomega @ashfree-sweettea

Siegmund leaned against the post of the stock for quite some time, he wasn’t exactly sure how long he spent there, but he spent his time both chatting and sorted all the mushrooms he had collected in his pocket. After all he didn’t want to eat a pair and accidently grow and shrink too much by accident. For the most part though, there hadn’t really been much happenning.

He soon stood up however, stretching his arms up and twisting his torso to try to pop his back a little. It was almost seeming pointless to sit and wait for them to show up. He could try to find them himself.. but he had no idea where they were or who they were. He fluffed up his skirt a little, huffing through his nose before glancing over to ‘Annie’.

“I’ll be right back.” With a small wave, he went down the steps a little from the platform the stockades were on. However before he could fully leave, he froze in his tracks at seeing a couple stand in front of him in his way.

... No. ... way. ....

[lambofthelions]

Compromise? I'm thinking of that. If I can find the answer it'll be a right present indeed. Perhaps a vacation home is what I need.

Oh? May I ask where? I assume out in some distant countryland, but to whom and where does this countryland belong to?

[lambofthelions]

It's drizzling, she's a little cold, there's mud on her shoes and more than likely a stick or a leaf in her hair, BUT SHE CARES NOT. Madeline has come all the way back and gosh darn it, she is going to have her say! It needs to be said... "VANYA!"

He knew that voice, that desperate cry; but WHY NOW.

No. No no, why did she come back?! Regardless of her reasoning, this was no place for her. She wasn’t even wearing a hat, her golden waves slicked to her face by the rain, mud spattering her boots and clothes. Had she walked here?! What was going through her head? Vanya loped out to green her, immediately shedding his coat before she had a chance to tell him not to.

“Madeline, for goodness’ sake!” He barked, his wrinkles deepening as he threw his warm padded coat around her shoulders. “You will catch your death out here like this! Come inside, before you freeze!”

[lambofthelions]

@mapleyomega

mapleyomega answered you:

“What is this?”

Ah, that bitter smell of mustard and meat…it smells divine, and she comes closer to the table, only to stop and stare at the suitcase, once more, an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

“Lapin à la Moutarde. ...and small way I felt could help you start anew. Everything inside is yours.”