#onewickedstepsister

[ashencreature]

onewickedstepsister - "There is not enough room here for both of us."

Sharing A Bed Starters

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“Sure there is!” Ella smiled, rolling over onto her side to face the other girl. “See? We just curl up all small like a bunny and there’s plenty of room!” 

[fadedtomemory]

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“Good morning Anastasia, did you sleep well?”

[ashencreature]

Calm Before the Storm ฯAnastasia & Ellaฯ

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“Anastasia!” Ella called, running up toward her step-sister with the box hidden behind her back. “I have something for you! Happy birthday!” 

[ashencreature]

Home ฯElla, Andrei, & Anastasiaฯ

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It was quite strange to be back in France again after all this time. And to be at court no less! Holding fast to Nikolai with one hand and holding Agnessa on her hip with the other, Ella looked around rather anxiously. 

Oh, she prayed they wouldn’t be here... The princess didn’t want to see her step-family. And more importantly, she didn’t want them anywhere near her children. It had been anxiety inducing enough to return to France once before with Nikolai. And she’d kept him glued to her side, refusing to let her step-son out of arm’s reach; lest he be the next target of the Tremaine’s ire. 

But now, with Nikolai, a toddler, and another on the way, all Ella wanted was peace and quiet. To not have to fear for the safety of her family. She looked over at her husband, thinking how her step-mother had sold her to his father in hopes of making her life more miserable. And true, it had been for a while. But not anymore. 

“Nikolushka, Agna, remember... You must stay with either Papa or I. Please. Not everyone here is kind and gentle.” Ella begged the children. 

“Andrei, are you sure this is a good idea?” The princess whispered, peeking up at her husband. 

[ashencreature]

Veil of Emotion ฯRenee & Mirandaฯ

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Making her way through the square toward the theater, Miranda sighed. The weather was crisp and there was just a slight chill in the air. It was lovely. Reaching the bus stop, she leaned her cello case against her leg and waited. There was just one other person close by. And Miranda swallowed thickly before she offered a small, wary smile to the other woman. “Good morning, Renee. How are you today?” 

[ashencreature]

onewickedstepsister: 📖

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

@onewickedstepsister

Dearest Mother & Father, 

Today was my birthday, as you know. Though I cannot truly say that it was a day of celebration or joy. Had our dear friends still been here, I am sure that they at least would have had smiles for me. 

But as such, I content myself with only the company from the mice and all my other little friends. Jacqueline was very kind, sitting on my shoulder all day. I had hoped that Madam and the girls would have at least said something, but I suppose even that is too big a wish. 

I did think, for the briefest of moments that Anastasia remembered and was going to say something this morning after breakfast. But I shall never really know, as all she ended up saying was that her favorite dress had a tear, and ordered me to mend it. 

Yours ever,

Your Darling, Ella

[onceuponaportal-confessions]

I really hope Anastasia doesn't ruin the relationship she has, because she is too strong and distrusting; if anyone will treat her right like the treasure she is, it would be Erik. They both deserve happiness.

[brookkeb]

Cut Off || Anastasia, Erik, & Keb

After a few weeks of lessons, Keb was becoming more confident in her singing, her voice more controlled and less hesitant. She wasn't quite ready to show Bali, though he'd commented once or twice when he overheard her singing or when she'd joined in his music. But he'd always thought her voice was beautiful...

"Mr. Leroux," she said after going through their regular exercises, "I really want to get good at...at a love song." She was fiddling with the new ring she wore; Bali had upped the ante for gift-giving by first proposing to her and then granting her immortality. Perhaps he saw it the other way around, but to Keb's mind she owed him so much more than it was in her power to give. 

"I just want something to say, 'I really, really love you,'" she said, eyelashes brushing her reddening cheeks under the stage lights. All the love she felt for her prince was in her face right then.