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Charity & Regulus

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[ella--louise]

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 051128 LIKES

the very first guest in our brand new apartment! thank YOU for a great weekend. 

"mrs. villers, there is someone at the door asking for you” 

she turns over in her bed, sheets crumpled at the base, the summer heat having become too much for her over the night, no breeze allowed in their barely empty loft apartment, grumpy, sweaty and all the angry emotions that come with it. harry knocks her in the side, hoping to wake his still, obviously, sleepy wife.

“who is it?”

the princess asks, voice blurred behind the pillow she had her face in, hands resting underneath her cheeks, attention on half offered to the voice through the radio on their wall, the front desk attendant clearly as uninterested as she was tired. it was a weekend, saturday, if she was correct, the nation did not need her attention, if they did, she would quickly offer any three of her elder brothers in her place. a princess requires sleep, lots of it, even ask her aunt rose. 

“a mr. rogers, madam. first name: vincent.”

upright, she bolts quickly, knocking harry in the face in her excitement, scrambling forward, tripping over the sheets and falling to the ground in a surprisingly grateful mess. the greatest thing about falling in love, and being loved back, she found, was how comfortable she was in her own skin now. she didn’t need to be patronised for her royalty, rather, she embraced it with her heart and soul, investing as much time, fame, money, she could into the various charities she started when she left the school. bare feet, very different from her life years ago, pad towards to the foyer, catching her breath as she descends the three flights of stairs that keep her from ground level.

“mr. rogers!”

entirely unlike the princess she once was but more like her recent self than ever, she squeals, no worries offered to stares that were given. over time she had dropped the insecurities she had, years and years it took for her to understand what it truly meant to be yourself, beginning, as one does when one chooses to change their entire life, with those close to her, working her way outwards. vincent was one of the first; the mr. rogers name was a term of endearment she could never leave behind.

“have you eaten? come, come! harry is a wicked good cook--”

he looks surprised, standing before him, an open palm offered, as she smiles, waits, for him to stand up and become part of her new life, a spot reserved for him long before she had even decided to become a new person, the real her, not the her that felt suffocated underneath the weight of the monarchy. perhaps, she thinks, he was always one of those people who saw her for her. things were much more real with him, easy going laughter, trust, and truths, shared more simply between them than any other person she can think of. she breathes a smile, gentle, glancing up at him.

“--i’m really glad to see you” 

[ella--louise]

ella louise. @emcharming ･ 140122 LIKES

do you ever just sit back and realise how lucky you are to have a particular person in your life? happy birthday to my favorite person in the world! you a wonderful, glorious, amazing, flawless, beautiful person and i love you with all my heart. good luck with all things that you do, i’ll be proud no matter what ♡ #JasonCharming #DoYouMean #NiniCharming 

"i miss you”

she’s curled up in her apartment, leaning against the cool glass of her floor to ceiling feature window, tea cup between cold toes, script propping up the ipad she was using to hold the video call. through the pixels, she sees her brother grin at her, wave, the same dimpled smile she sought for after every metaphorical storm, seeking calm in it’s creases, home in his laugh.

“i miss you, too, daisy”

that sends her reeling, tears beginning at their duct edges before she had a moment to really think about it. she was homesick, homesick for a person, not a place, for her brother. there are no doubts that she missed her parents, the twins and their wives, too, she missed all of it but there was a sickness at the pit of her stomach that misses having jason there to dote on her, watch over her, make sure she hadn’t fallen into a ditch and, well, died.

“it’s really hard sometimes”

it was the truth. living alone, especially alone without the charming title, as she had always wanted to do, was hard, bore a weight she hadn’t, not for a single, wavering moment, expected. this was what she wanted, she tells herself, that she wanted to be ella louise, not eloise charming, a person with talents and a voice not correlated to the fame her parents spread.

“darling daisy, i believe in you”

again, the water works find themselves wheeling before she has a chance to tell them to stop. another metaphorical storm, she realises, with a whimsical smile, he has helped fare her through even if she hadn’t spoken it allowed. all those times that she needed him to save her, she realises, were him preparing her to save herself. from what, she isn’t sure, but she knows that now she is ready to face whatever it is the world has in store. she was born ready. 

“happy birthday nini. i love you”