#tormxntum

[opalnoble]

° • — CLOSED starter for cailean ( @tormxntum ) ° • — the top deck on the naglar, midday

" don't look at me like that. " the french princess remarked to her friend as she fanned herself, sitting on a bench that placed her back to the sea. as gorgeous as it was, it was also blinding and looking at it's movement made aurora feel disastrous. she knew what they were going to say, or rather, that they were going to judge. " is it so wrong for me to wish to sail with my experienced cousin? you know i hate sailing. " aurora said to them, leaning back onto the bench. " — besides, i know you're happy i'm here, it would be so boring without me! " the french princess teased with a grin.

[opalnoble]

° • — closed starter for cailean ( @tormxntum ) ° • — during the spring's end evening concert, late into the night

though it was late in the night, which was aurora's second favorite time of day to explore — next to the dawn — it wasn't like the princess to be a wallflower. she loved dancing, she loved parties. this one was outside in the gardens, among the flowers. it was the perfect scene for aurora and yet — she stood back. hanging out, rather, on a stone bench underneath a tree. able to see the festivities and enjoy the music, but hardly considered a part of it.

she sat with her hands resting daintily in her lap, her blue gaze clearly distant. the princess was lost in her thoughts and worries. only to be snapped out of such when she felt a body sit down beside her. her gaze shifted, and the once solemn demeanor on her face brightened to a sweet smile. " cailean! it's terribly late — are you still enjoying the festivities? i think it's more magical at this time. " aurora mused with that bright smile still gracing her lips. she always felt comfortable in their presence, even when she was in a state of dismay.

[opalnoble]

° • — closed starter / @tormxntum ° • — the palace halls

finding a way out of this place was like a maze, aurora wasn't sure where she was going or how to get where she needed. she looked around corners, avoiding the curious gazes and judgmental stares from others as she tried to find her way. yes, she was french but it wasn't her plan to cause all this commotion. it wasn't until she saw a familiar face — one she knew could rescue her — that the beauty smiled and felt a flutter of excitement. perhaps she'd make it out of this palace for a moment after all.

she waited, until no one else was in the hall, to saunter up to the familiar guard and once beside him, she wrapped her arms around one of their's — the brightest grin on her face. " my favorite scot, " she chimed, " can i bother you for some assistance ? this palace is insanely large, and you know how i need some fresh air at times. " the princess said, the bright grin turning into a cheeky smile.

[thenxghtwemxt]

@tormxntum | Cailean and Elias, The Bath House (!!)

Hot steam rises to the surface, giving a hint to the scalding waters that await. Elias doesn't have the humility to be impressed by anything that isn't enclosed in Germany's borders. But he'll give the Bonaparte's this - they know how to put on a hell of a welcome ball. Dark eyes glance at the reflection from the waters; the beautiful bodies that are released from silks and cottons, to partake in the bath. Could it be helped that his eyes follow one fine form, in particular. Made of solid stuff - flesh and bone, muscle and so-called morality. A Scot, a friend, now an enemy. His blood boils, and it isn't just the scalding water to blame.

"Fergusson." He says, a hum of low acknowledgement. Then, as per his defense, a rueful smile. "Surely you aren't stupid enough to enter a bath house unarmed?" There are many eyes on the rebellion, and as its new leader, his list of enemies is long. Unclenching his jaw, he adds; "Or perhaps you think I shall sing your innocence, once more?"

[opalnoble]

° • — CLOSED starter for cailean ( @tormxntum ) ° • — the scottish quarters, midday

ever since the announcement of the criminals involved with the reckoning, and some of those being from france — aurora had been an anxious wreck. she wanted nothing to do with this, she wanted no trace of herself involved with such horrific crimes. aurora wasn’t, of course, but she knew all eyes would be on france and by default, her. in her panic, she had begged cailean to help her into the scottish chambers, specifically into alexander’s — for nowhere did aurora feel safe except where her love was.

much to her dismay, he wasn’t there — but still the princess felt a slight relief from her panic, knowing he could appear at any moment and she could run into his arms. she was safe in these chambers, ironically. aurora nervously paced around the chamber, hands fidgeting with the ring on her finger; when she noticed cailean had not simply opened the door to let her slip inside. they were still there, and aurora could tell there was a tenseness in their air. they were upset, and she wondered if it was about the same thing that gave her such anxiety.

“ you needn’t stay, i promise i will be okay right here and i shan’t be leaving. “ aurora mused as she continued to pace back and forth. she absolutely would not be leaving these chambers until she had a chance to see her king — and have her fears smoothed over by him. “ you are scotland’s commander and i’m sure you have better things to do then babysit . . . a french princess. “ she would’ve rather said babysit their high king’s wife — but aurora held true to her word to alexander, and did not tell a soul about their marriage. no matter who knew that he held her heart.

[bourgeoning]

how  often  had the scenario  played  out  ?  the  one  where  ,  on  his  way  to  one  place  or  another  ,  hugo  spots  @espionisms  @tormxntum  walking  in  the  opposite  direction  .  they  exchange  a  few  words  ,  they  depart  , on their separate ways .  perhaps  that  would  change  this  time  around  . "  we  must  stop  meeting  like  this  —  only  in  passing  ,  that  is  .  "  a  jest  ,  albeit  with  a  flat  delivery  .  he  places  a  hand  on  his  hip  ,  as  if  that  might  emphasize  his  actual  intent  .  "  we  really  should  sit  down  and  catch  up  for  once  .  properly  .  "  but  the  lord  would  take  no  offense  if  the  invitation  is  declined  .  he  knows  they  are  both  busy  people  .

[thenxghtwemxt]

@tormxntum | Cailean and Elliott, Outdoor Water Springs

"I see that foul, dreary Scottish weather accomplishes one thing; the smoothest complexion, the sturdiest of figures..." He allows his words, laced with flirtation, heavy with grief, roll off his tongue. His propensity for flirtation so habitual, he achieves it much like he does his own breathing. But they spot the Scottish commander, with all their stocky build and dark locks. And, well, why not have a bit of fun amidst his ruminating mind? "I shall admit, I did not expect this bath house to become so... Interesting, at this time of night."

[umitvar]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: MASKED MARKETPLACE FESTIVAL 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: FELIX EMILIANO ORTIZ 𝐓𝐎: OFFICER CAILEAN ALEXANDER FERGUSSON ( @tormxntum )

the young prince is thrumming with excitement. those who have come with him can probably tell, as it bothers on simply being annoying, though they don't seem to have the heart to break his spirits. it's still early in the evening, but everything he has heard so far signals a great night out, and he wanders through the stalls, trying to find the perfect mask for himself. stuck between two, he decides to buy both of them and is mulling over which one suits him better when he stops a familiar face. "cailean!" the boy grins wide, and manages to run to them, despite the crowds of people standing in his way. when he makes it there, a mock gasp falls from his lips. "why don't you have a mask just yet? it should be bad luck or something to not wear one..." holding out the two in his hands, one black bear, and the other a tiger, he holds the tiger one out. "you are lucky i have two — take this one. i think it would suit you nice." much too pleased with this choice, he raises the bear one and puts it over his head. "come on- i think you'll look real cool with it." stepping to the side, one shoulder brushing against theirs, he continues to speak, excitement bleeding into his words. his eyes look around to the stalls, fleeting there, and back at his friend as he continues. "how have you been? do you have plans for tonight? there is so much to try — please tell me you don't have many plans."