Dark eyes shot up once, stealing a glance at the Romanov, a flitting grasp as if to hold onto the second's view of pale visage and challenging eyes forever. Then away, defiantly looking into the snow, the Agrahbahn princess dispassionately relenting to the heavy syllables falling from her lips. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
I CAN'T EVEN ANSWER THIS IN CHARACTER BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY FREAKING OUT THAT YOU DELETED YOUR BLOG??????? WHY DID YOU DELETE I'M SO SAD WHAT THE HECK. I STARTED FINALLY WORKING ON THAT BETROTHED AU THAT'S BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER AND YOU'RE GOOOOOONE. ;A; /WAILs












