Angus

[thatangustia]

“What are you trying to say...?”

[infantacarlota]

“Pshh, your back is covered in … there’s a bit of… ” The brunette trailed off, tilting her head to the side, checking the other’s back once again to take a better look. She frowned slightly. “… some sort of dust?” Without thinking, Carlota was getting ready to reach out and ( attempt to ) brush the dust away, but hesitated just in time, her hand mid-air. She shook her head slightly, admonishing herself, before offering the other a smile. “I’m sorry, may I?”

[thatangustia]

Angus wasn’t a social person. He didn’t expect the other to freely try to touch him, so he backed away, frowning a little. That girl was very intrusive for someone from royality... And- she was talking about taking dust out of him? He had been laying down on the garden, it was probably some dirt. It was odd that she would offer to take it away “Sure” he ended up saying while turning a way just a few centimeters.

[nataliexwindsor]

“Okay i lied.” she rolled her eyes as she exhaled. “I’m sick of having all these strangers in my home now.” a sigh left her lips as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “It’s getting crowded.”

[thatangustia]

“I didn’t wish to be here either.... sooo..”

[thatangustia]

theprinceorion‌:

Orion made a decided point not to care about who is betrothed was, he wouldn’t look them up, he wouldn’t learn their face or name or country they ruled—he wouldn’t grow attached. He wouldn’t think of them as a friend or lover or anyone at all. It would be easier that way, when he left inevitably. But, that wasn’t his current issue. No, the thing on his mind was the blood gushing out of his palm and the man blocking his path through the halls. “Hey,” Orion called out, “either you move or I move you—and you don’t want the guy with the gross open wound to do that.” He pat down his bloody hand on his dirt-stained clothes, regretting it instantly as the sensation of a sharp sting coursed through him. Bad idea. ( @thatsnadiya / for angus ! )

Angus was feeling like crap. Like every other day, really.  But this day had something terrifying added to: he was in England. In a castle that wasn’t his family’s. And he would run into some certain people which he didn’t want to meet at all at any minute. He should probably shut himself in his own room and stay there to avoid any contact with the world and so avoiding that said person. But the thing was.. he had been doing so. But now he seriously needed some fresh air + snacks. Which apparantly were too difficult for the staff to bring to his room. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, trying to remember his way to the kitchen... but that was when he found himself looking at a bleeding weirdo. “What th-” he frowned at the harsh words. “Are you even trying to sound threating?” he asked, frowning “what the heck did you do in there...?”