#wxderwillen

[sanctamater]

                                         && @wxderwillen ;;

  THE EMPRESS WAS amiable, she had decided: despite the deep rooted MELANCHOLY that seemed to reside in her eyes, her smile; perhaps it even weighed down her bones. The Empress seemed too young and bright to carry such weight around with her: but what did she know? Her own troubles were minute compared to the woman beside her. She had not lost a child, not buried a piece of her flesh and BONE. Beside this PILLAR of grace and beauty, A. Comstock’s own troubles seemed small: petty. Indeed, they were: God and Prophet had shown her that much. Nevertheless, it was crucial that brief stay in this Empire bore fruit: why had she avoided them so?         “Your country is beautiful, Imperial Majesty. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

[schwanenkxnig-blog]

“stay with me.” - wxderwillen

the laugh that erupted from his throat at the sound of those words sounded almost boyish, more of a giggle, truly.     certainly not suitable to a crown prince, especially one that was ALMOST of age   ——   he could count the days that were left to his eighteenth birthday on the fingers of a single hand.

so !     if anyone were to see them standing in the burning sun of this august afternoon, one might consider him quite mad.     holding the hand of the empress he adored more than anything, laughing at the implication she had made.

❛   of course i will.     king or not  ;  nothing will come between our friendship !   ❜    

src  ::  three sentences starters@wxderwillenaccepting  

[freigeiist-archived]

@wxderwillen​ ( cont. from here )

      “ And I was about to say you should be in bed young man! ” Her voice had nothing scolding, instead she simply offered her son to come sit NEXT to her with a smile. Elisabeth had been writing letters the whole evening, replies to the letters from her siblings, her mother, far too many as that she would have been able to answer them all this morning. But she was nearly done and after that she might be able to help her son with his troubles. The woman was surprised the boy had found her at all, considering his room was not that close to her own, at least not as close as she had always WISHED it to be, but once again it had been her mother in law who had won these arguments.

        “ I will finish writing this letter and then I could tell you a good night story? I am sure that will help you to fall asleep, it is quite late and you have to get up early tomorrow. ” As always, the crown prince was not allowed to take a single day off and get some rest, no people always expected nothing but the BEST of him and Elisabeth herself knew how difficult this was. She hadn’t been born into this, instead forced to bend to these rules at the age of 15, through a marriage she hadn’t understood until it had been too late for her to turn back.

He had said the truth. For quite some time Rudolf had laid in his bed sleeplessly. Yes, tomorrow a new exhausting day would await him, but the boy had yearned to spend time with one special person. So eventually he’d got up, finding the way to her room with the certainty of a sleepwalker.

As soon as he laid eyes on his mother and saw her welcoming smile, the great tension he had felt while sneaking through the Hofburg disappeared. Quickly the prince went to take the place beside her, leaning against her and curiously observing the many letters on the table. It appeared so much more work than his own correspondence, as he mostly wrote to his parents in their absense. Though now his mother was right here, radiating the familiar warmth he’d missed so much. She travelled around more and more and her visits here had become infrequent. Therefore moments like these were even more precious to Rudolf. Sleep could wait.

“I would love that, Mama!” A rare smile appeared on the prince’s lips. “I promise I’ll be good and rest afterwards.” His gaze wandered to the letters again. “Who are you writing to?”

[aelsell]

wxderwillen replied to your post: It has been almost 48 hours since I saw The Last...

I would say I can help but I only know the OLD extended universe which is no longer canon :///

Yes, old and new canon, another thing that confuses me greatly. It seems just as bad as getting into Tolkien lore :D But thank you anyway!

[krcnprinz]

Spreading angst on Christmas Eve aka reasons why @wxderwillen loves me so much

[freigeiist-archived]

@wxderwillen replied to your post “I was reminded that today is Sisi’s death anniversary, soooo you...”

but the thing is do you think sisi would be able to talk with rudolf about what happened? Like she still doesnt have any true connection to him man this could go really bad

That’s a good question omg! In my very personal view of “afterlife” i imagine that dead people can still see what is happening and so Rudolf would’ve witnessed her suffering and know that he did mean something to his mother. But in any case - he would want honesty between them finally, no more pretending. But I highly doubt that Sisi would be willing and/or able to talk about everything. So yeah most likely it would end in a disaster :’)

[bertievi]

@wxderwillen

Foreign dignitaries were common in the palace, his grandfather hosting many of them and his father trying to do much the same to uphold tradition. Temporarily free from his naval duties, Albert at eighteen was free to mingle with his father’s guests as was expected of him. In the past he had tended to stick to the walls of the room, but the navy was helping him gain considerable confidence as a sub-lieutenant.

He approached the Empress gracefully and as etiquette went from Prince to Empress, Albert greeted her first with a polite bow of his head. “An honour --to have you in our -home, your Majesty.” He offered up formally and then stood with a warm smile on his face. “I --trust the weather is not --t-to -much of an adjustment?”