#moltengcld

[crxwnedbarbie]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 princess help to notice how the sweets on the table were flirting with her heart so shamelessly. As a sugar tooth herself, she excuse herself discreetly from the group that was babbling about the bets, and sneaking to the table. And the closer she got to the table her heart skip to beat and then she picked one of the French goodies. And she put one in her mouth, closing her eyes feeling she reach to heavens…And then she swallows. She noticed another blonde… ❛ Have you tried these? They're delicious! ❜

@moltengcld

[bourgeoning-archive]

"  what  was  my  stylist  thinking  ?  "  priscilla  muses  ,  pausing  in  her  apparent  attempt  to  dig  tracks  into  the  hallway floor  .  "  i  look  like  a  cake  topper  .  "  she  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest  ,  looking  to    @moltengcld  @hcrexcellency  @effervcscents  for  guidance  .  or  comment  ,  at  the  very  least  .

[crxwnedbarbie]

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 isolating herself a bit lately. And she decided to make a small picnic, for herself and her pet bunny. She was sitting on top of a towel, eating an apple, as the albino bunny stayed on her lap quietly almost napping. She heard a noise and looked in the direction of it. Devika. Despite wanting a moment of solitude, she did not mind having a companion. The snacks from her mini 'picnic' could be served for two people. ❛ Hi! ❜ She says timidly, waving her hand-friendly, pursing her rosy lips into one of her sunshine smiles.

@moltengcld

[bourgeoning-archive]

"  @moltengcld  ,  hey  .  c'mere  .  "  seojeong  beckons  with  a  repeated sweep  of  their  hand  .  despite  each  and  every  person  in  the  room  wearing  a  mask  ,  picking  the  second  eldest  yi  out  of  a  crowd  is  remarkably  easy  .  once  he's  within  range  ,  they  lean  in  ,  almost  conspiratorially  .  "  your  étienne  is  a  photographer  ,  right  ?  does  she  …  do  portraits  ,  by  chance  ?  "

[dxncingxnmyown]

@moltengcld | Defne and Araminta, Lunch Before the Charity Ball

"I don't know if I'm feeling up to tonight." Araminta breaks the companionable silence, as they dig into lunch in between dress and hair appointments. The Masked Ball has been penciled into their agendas for months now, but the rocky state of her own engagement mixed with her grief leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. "It just seems... Overwhelming." Araminta is too stone cold to ever be deterred, yet news of her inferitlity makes her feel antsy and uneasy. Defne is perhaps the one person who could understand. "Would Rhysand be terrible disappointed if I cut out at the last minute?"

[bourgeoning-archive]

while  it's  true  ,  to  say  that  miruna  trusted  @moltengcld  more  than  anyone  else  in  the  world  still  somehow  manages  to  be  an  understatement  .  yet  uncertainty  had  begun  to  sprout  in  the  recesses  of  her  mind  , ever since they'd decided to accept the bourbons' invitation .  focused  on  her  wine  glass  ,  long  since  emptied  ,  the  glass  barely  makes  a  sound  against  the  flawless  wooden  table  as  she  twists  the  stem  .  "  …  you're  still  certain  ,  about  all  of  this  ?  "  she  asks  without looking at him ,  immediately  regretting  the  question  , even if their apartments are the only place she feels she can speak freely .  her brother had  never  steered  them  wrong  before  ,  so  why  would  that  change  now  ? and yet , the kernel of doubt remains .

[crxwnedbarbie]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 dominating, Barbara felt like somebody had opened the gates of hell. She was doing her daily jogging, her cheeks pinkish due to the heat of her own body, and slowly she was decelerating her paces until she found an object on the ground and took it, breathless, and then looked at her surroundings and saw Felix. ❛ Hey!! Uhm… You dropped this… ❜ She handed them the object she found.

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[dxncingxnmyown]

@moltengcld | Aleksander and Jacqueline, Late Evening at the Queen's Study

She is restless in the wake of the news. Furrowed brow and an unmoved scowl, as Jacqueline paces around the privacy of her study. With her guard, Theo, outside the door and all peering eyes absent. She's able to emit a low groan of frustration, with a hand on her growing stomach. "We should have sent them to the guillotine when we had a chance." Jacqueline informs Aleksander, as the two ruling monarchs linger in her study, speaking in quiet breaths. It's nearing impossible to have a conversation with Dennis ,that does not turn into an argument about their marriage. And as a result, she turns to Aleksander, for advice and conversation. True to his word, the Romanov's armies were key in keeping the Bourbon's in place "Now they are God knows where, planning heaven knows what." Shaking her head, she stills, flinching at the nausea. "And to top it off, I cannot keep food down for longer than a few hours."