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[theirheritage-a]

UPDATE: i wanna die a lil’ less now, and i’ve decided to take a break from my paper. i’m gonna get started on some starters and replies to clear my head ! ! s/o to @wickedchoices and @ncbcdysprincess for their kind words

[anima-confractum-blog]

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“Snitches get stitches!” ||🎭|| @ncbcdysprincess liked for a starter from: Maryse ||🎭||

[azneoran-blog]

starter | @ncbcdysprincess

❝ It’s not like I get to see another princess everyday. Thanks for agreeing to this tea session. It’s been so long since I’ve actually sat down and relaxed. ❞

[bexstlyben]

@ncbcdysprincess replied to your post “✖ — a repressed memory”

omg that had me shook

Thank you!

[bexstlyben]

✖ — a repressed memory

meme | | ncbcdysprincess

Small feet padded across marble floor. With each step forward, a red ball kicked a little further down the hall, and he ran to chase it. He was small. He looked just like his parents, dressed in a vest slightly too big for him and a clip on bow tie, embroidered with gold edging.

“Uncle Al-” Ben stopped chasing his ball, surprised to see Uncle Alexandre’s shadow in one of the offices. He reached up for the door handle, wanting to go in and say hello. His uncle was his father’s younger brother, or the only heir to the throne those years ago, when his father was cursed and forgotten. “Uncle?”

Alexandre didn’t hear him. He was busy, speaking with another man in a stiff coat and tie. “It should be easy. Why is this taking so long? Just prove that Belle is sick, and he will be charged with her ruin.”

“Stockholm Syndrome is not that easy, and she -”

“Do you want me back as king or no.” Alexandre hissed. Ben backed away from door.

[cnceaqueen-blog]

NCBODYSPRINCESS  considered !!

          “  but just like the battle of troy there’s nothing SUBTLE here. ”

[tragedysheir]

       “Like a heartbeat drives you mad. In the stillness of remembering what you had...” Jeremy muttered toward the other girl, he wasn’t much for conversations. Wasn’t good with others, even the thought of getting caught up in a conversation too long made his heart beat race. But he pushed through it, ignoring the shaking of his hands as he stuffed them in his pants pockets. “Sometimes, when people want something, they mess it up really bad. It’s not their faults. HUMANS ARE FLAWED. Aren’t they?”

Fleetwood Mac - Dreams

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