#prinsessemelodi

[madepossiblea]

*   @prinsessemelodi  liked for a starter  .

        the queen’s smile remains gentle,  even as her eyes dot the back of the duke like small targets line the back of his suit. ever the picture of grace, ella has learned to be a quiet threat;  a calm presence in the heightened emotions of court. her gaze returns to melody, not an inch of her smile disappearing.  ❝  let me know if he bothers you again, i will make sure that it does not happen.  ❞

[mcrmaidscales]

*        SHOES  WERE  QUICKLY  PULLED  OFF  PETITE  FEET  AS  SOON  AS  THE  DOOR  SHUT  CLOSED  BEHIND  HER .   Hair had finally dried after the long shift at the hotel bar as the pool side mermaid and there was nothing more that Ariel wanted in that moment as she entered the shared apartment that to have a hot meal and a shower.

❝ Well, you won’t believe what happened tonight. Bonnie, that new blonde mermaid, had an embarrassing moment. Poor thing. Her shells fell completely off. They just floated to the bottom of the pool at Happy Hour. ❞

( @prinsessemelodi // starter call .

[realitv]

prinsessemelodi replied to your post: i mean yeah its terrifying that disney is buying...

; It would already a little sketchy to me that they had both Lucas Films and Marvel. Owning Fox just feels like a big overstep

yeaaaah those two buys made me extremely nervous (disney owns us all) and they already own abc so adding the whole of fox is..... well. it will be interesting. i don’t think it should have been allowed. in canada there’s specific laws when it comes to chains owning too much and the government can block things like the fox/disney deal; but neither companies operate on our laws and idk if america has anything in place for that.

[multamusae-archive-blog]

texting with jules. –– @prinsessemelodi

          ( melody ) ⟶ does netflix also judge you when you’re binging something?           ( melody ) ⟶ yes, of course I’m still watching. why’s it have to judge so harshly?

[notusedtohappy]

@prinsessemelodi​ / continued from here!

mindless thought transitions into mindless sentence before he could stop himself, brain too fried by the medical files he hat to go through for his clerkship at his school’s hospital to think his words over before unleashing them. it’s an unprompted thing; how it occurred to him as he read about a patient’s medical history he’s not supposed to share but might discuss with Melody once he’s done with his work. 

the silence had been HELPING, just hearing Mel’s paint strokes and sometimes the rustling of the cloth or the paint brushes having a soothing effect on his mind as he read through diagnosis and conditions and patient’s life’s summed up in neat tables full of content that lived between gut-wrenchingly bad and mildly amusing. it’s training himself to be a better doctor, to become a person that is ready to deal with whatever is coming at him. he is glad he’s at the point of his education where he could decide what the future holds for him ( gynecology; he wants to help bring lives into this world than living with the absolute stress and trauma of not being able to save them. just the thought of a dying person under his hands is nauseating to him ⸺ though he hardly ever said it out loud, he knows that Mel knows him enough to have figured it our herself, without prodding him for confirmation. )

registering her dig as she sits the water glass down on the table, busy hands put the papers away with a SIGH, nearly about to dig his nails into his temples to decrease the tempting chance of a migraine settling in. maybe a break is good for him, but at what cost? Mel’s voice is not as mocking as it used to be when she regards him with one of her trademark ... well, not insults, per se, it was never mean-spirited; but assumptions about his character of lifestyle. they decreased once they’ve gotten to know each other better, but idiotic statements like the one he let loose have always been opportunities Mel took to get a rise out of him, and to get to know him better, too. or that’s what these things always ended up to be good for.

“you’d be surprised, I did MORE than just play chess in my youth,” he deadpans, looking over to her across the table and taking a sip of the water in front of him. “but if you really want to know, my wild past is behind me, yes, since medical school is not a place to live your craziest life and you might have noticed I am prone to ... worry a lot. which is why I have you, since you make me worry less.” musing on, HONESTY bleeding through his words and making him sway away from his faux-mocking tone. a small smile appears on his face but he swallows it down with the next sip of water, throat always too dry when too busy with spending time in his medical world than to care about eating or staying hydrated. ( his doctor hates him, already, and jim is not making it better ).

straightening his posture and regaining composure, neck and shoulders cracking from being in one position for too long, he leans back in his chair, elbows on table, fingers playing with the now nearly-empty glass. “after a nasty fight with my dad, I got into my head to RUN AWAY from home ⸺ I was fourteen, mind you ⸺ which resulted in me spending the whole night in our local hospital. the nurse staff kept me entertained and while I begged them to let me live there forever, they called my parents the next morning. which was the right thing to do, obviously. but, yeah, that must have been the most excessive thing I’ve done, except for the occasional make-out sessions with your high-school sweetheart.”

letting his own anxiety at the single memory drain out of him with every breath he takes, using the silence between them to cock his eyebrow at her, asking in CURIOUSITY: “what is the most impulsive thing you have ever done, Mel? since you’re less of a board game person than me.”

[notusedtohappy]

“One of these days, someone will catch your eye, and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.”

pride and prejudice starters.    /    accepting!

pained expression across his features easily to see, always an open book to her and at a point where he does not reprimand himself for it anymore, anxious fidgeting at her stare burning into him included. she knows him inside out, which more often than not came around to bite him in the back when she is in one of her moods to call him clearly out for his erratic and sometimes jumpy behavior. she often asks him how he became a detective in the first place, he always answers because someone has to look at the door when all his colleagues were out for dinner or fieldwork or even just filing parking tickets. a joke between them, though sometimes he knew she asked with a more serious undertone. how a guy like him could do such a job. but he can keep some of his more obvious habits down around suspects and witnesses alike, good at being the friendly and approachable detective most people preferred to talk to  -  from the lady who he always bought his morning coffee and a bagel from to the elderly couple that saw a burglar in their neighbor’s house and called the station as soon as they could. it is only around melody where most of his competence and hardly earned and trained-in reflexes needed for his job left him, and the slightly unsure and a little too-clumsy self that he still is to this day at his core came to the forefront. a sight for everyone to relish in when the other’s were around and she visited. their talks at his desk became a frequent thing, followed by dinners between only the two of them and leaving her father wistfully out of the equation and growing … relationship. better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, or isn’t that the old saying?

hands wringing themselves underneath his desk, looking at her from beneath the dark strands falling into his eyes, even when seated a good few inches taller than her and yet feeling small in his desk chair. she just has the ability to straight through him. something that means he doesn’t have to explain himself to her so often, because she mostly already knows what he wants to say; but right now only promised to put him on the spot. they have not yet put a label on what has been going on between them, he hasn’t even kissed her yet, not really, not the way he wants to. nothing further than sitting on the same side during dinner and brushed touched and shared meals and long hugs goodbye outside of the station so no one ( melody’s father  /  jim’s boss ) would ask questions. but the air around them is filled with static and harder to ignore when by themselves, when he thought about her at the end of the day or waited to see her during his lunch break.

“uh, somebody already has?” he answers, more posed as a question than he initially planned. he wants to sound assured, knowing he’d finally break some of the fragile ice that lay over the topic of their status, of what they are to each other actually. “a good foot between us, you see. she only goes up to my shoulder, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in attitude. a painter, so she told me. makes a mean good sandwich. quite the captivating humour, oh, and absolutely gorgeous  ⸺  inside and out.” a moment of silence stretches between them, light gray looking at the storms in her eyes, a color that always transfixes him. “and i think she doesn’t mind my rambling too much. does she?”

[notusedtohappy]

‘ when you move , honey , i’m put in awe of something so flawed and free . ’

HOZIER STARTERS.

her words ring into his conscious with deliberate intention, with emotions so free of any humour or mock, and there’s a way she phrases it that moves something inside of him. jim has never seen himself as a man meant for compliments of any kind ( or at least not those that weren’t for his work ) or one who is good at receiving them and he still had to learn how to act in a right way and not dodge away from them when given. with melody it’s been such a long way coming, but they’ve also just always rooted for the other. even before they made the plunge into the romantic field of relationships. he’s had a way of telling her how artistic and creative and freeing she and her presence is and she always reminded him that he’s more than just his profession, that he can be proud of more than just that.

but somehow this strikes him from left field, something about her words ( so poetic ) cutting a cord in him. he turns around from where he’s been dancing through the living room in the middle of cleaning up, looking at her from a few feet away. she just stands in the doorway, unassuming, but with the same free spirit around her she always had and has. any maybe, that’s where he’s got that from, where he learned to feel free in the first place. certainly not from somewhere inside of himself, he could bet on that. and all he can help is to smile a little sheepishly, trying not to duck his six feet and then some frame behind an air of unassuming obliviousness.

so, he just keeps standing there, stuck mid-motion, but with a shy smile gracing his features nonetheless. “i, i love you, too.”

[nancy--wheeler]

💞 nell ! ( I'm just on the wrong account )

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