#udvalentine

[udpolaris-blog]

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

Alasdair stood there frozen, pondering on what to respond to the elder but his face wasn’t showing it. They haven’t seen each other for almost a year, although he did promise he would return. And here he was, standing in front of him.

His lips curl into a small smile, happy that he was welcomed by him (even though he wouldn’t admit it).

“Did you wait too long,” he responds in his usual bored tone. His expressions remaining the same. For someone who struggles expressing himself, his eyes spoke different volumes. He definitely missed him. “Prince Valentine.”

[udjulianna-blog]

“Do you trust me?”

✿~ What kind of a question is that? 

Julianna ponders the question over a bite of her caramel eclair, the sweetness leaving a familiar tingling feeling on her tongue. Thoughts about how much she loves having her fill of sweet treats muddle haphazardly with the memories of Emerson’s words from a few nights back. Her Prince Tiny is sweet and caring, always cheerful and lets her get away with almost anything she wants and surely he wasn’t that different from Prince Valentine, right?  She believes that he wouldn’t hurt her or at least not in the way that his brother continued to warn her about. Emerson may hold a special place in her heart but that didn’t make Valentine any less of a friend. 

“Of course, I do. You’re my friend, Valentine.” 

[udpolaris-blog]

` 一 in the heart ` 》val

@udvalentine

9 Years Ago, Queensland

“What is this place?” The young boy had questioned himself, amazed as he turned to examine his surroundings. It was like a garden 一 an extraordinary garden to his eyes. There were bushes that towered over him, and flowers, only they were painted in red.

His curiosity had led him there. A maze, and he had no idea. He wiggled his toes and looked down at his feet, bruised from wandering all over Wonderland. Polaris had noticed the stoned pathway, blotched with the color of red. He doesn’t question but his curiosity made him strut, following the pathway, not knowing where it’s headed.

“Hello.” He says, peeking from behind the bushes. It seems that the pathway led him at the heart of the maze. There, he found a young man. He observed from head to toe 一 soft locks of auburn, blank yet mysterious emerald eyes, and 一 he doesn’t have an idea what are those moving things at his feet.

He had to walk closer to the young man, his curiosity bothering him. “Hello.” He greets as he tugged lightly on the stranger’s sleeve, “What is your name?”

[udxharley-blog]

» close enough. val/ell

@udvalentine

the guards could not disobey the prince’s orders; the white horse clomped out of the castle grounds, and the young prince quickly rode into the thick forest outside. rage boiled inside him, and his knuckles, already pale, grew impossibly whiter as his grip tightened on the harness. the horse galloped in earnest, felt the prince’s need to not waste any time. his crimson eyes were darker. the sooner he arrived at the heart’s palace, the sooner he would be able to ride back to his own. he was definitely not going this far for small talk.

the heart’s palace was easily accessible; oliver had been here just a week before, for a party that the crown prince of hearts held; and while elliot simply waved his brother off and bid him to have a good time, he obviously did not mean it in the way his brother and that bastard valentine had intended.

“valentine!” his voice echoed through the halls, and castle help wordlessly pointed to the garden, fearing the look of intense madness in the white prince’s eyes. he stomped into the garden, expecting it to be filled with red roses, and the blatant thorn among the flowers. 

it was not hard to spot him; his head, if one observed well enough according to elliot, was bigger -- maybe from ego, or his need to have the crown on his head. elliot stormed up to him, turned him around, and grabbed him by the collar. “you son of a bitch, valentine.”

[udxquinn-blog]

❝—Midnight Masquerade❞ (Valentine Quinn)

His footsteps are light, breathing normal, face smoothened to show an innocent expression despite only the lower half of his face is visible; all contrary to fast beating of his heart. The mask that covered his eyes is nowhere near intricate, in fact, it was far too simple for a prince like him to be wearing. Only white with beads of red. His feet stops at the front of the venue, the smell of the variety of perfumes assaulting him all at the same time that it took a lot for Oliver not to turn around and leave.

He hands over the invitation, and he hopes the thin lace that covered the sockets of the mask is enough to hide his bright, bright, blue eyes. He is allowed entrance, and he almost, almost exhales in relief. The party is grand, as expected of what a Heart is capable of, and Oliver finds himself distracted by familiar voices with hidden faces as he stays in one place to observe. He does not go out of his way to talk, instead, merely replies to people who does make idle chatter with him, but are soon to leave. 

Icy blue eyes scan the area once more, hoping to finally see the host of the party, and his older cousin, Valentine Montgomery Heart.

[udjulianna-blog]

| the apple of your eyes; |

     ✿~ The Palace in broad daylight is different from how she remembers it-- that is granted that most of her visits have been in the night. 

By the time she’s made it past the courtyard and into the garden, recognition registers in the eyes of some of the servants she passes. This is not her first time here but she has not visited that many times to not be afforded curious and questioning gazes. Amongst the sea of red in all shades and hues, she stands out like a sore thumb with the bright blue of her dress and the pristine white of her lace socks. 

But she pays them no mind at all. Not even the shocked gasps they send her way when she addresses the crown prince with the nickname she reserves for him and him alone. 

“Prince Tiny!” Her long locks bounce behind her as she closes the distance between them in skips like she’s playing a match of hopscotch. It’s only when she is standing in front of him that she remembers her proper etiquette and she curtsies before him in a flurry of giggles and ribbons in her hair. 

[ @udvalentine ]