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@vee-fitz-blog
taeminseon:
Taemin chuckled and nodded his head as he watched her carry on. “Well, we could go to either of our places, or maybe there’s a place on campus? If I’m being honest I don’t know this place too well just yet, so I dunno if I know anywhere to suggest. Any ideas”
“There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere. Come over to my room if you want, I haven’t actually spent that much time there since I’ve been here.”
taeminseon:
Taemin grinned and nodded. He could remember when his mother and father did the same to him. Now that he had been king of course, those were all days of the past. “Of course. I’ve even got a nice little selection for you to look through and choose from if you’d like. So even if you’re picky I’m sure we can find something you’d enjoy.”
Vee let out an obvious sigh of relief. “Yes, please. You are actually my saviour, I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” The girl shook her head. “I’m not picky at all. I’m like the opposite of picky. What’s the word? Indiscriminate? Yeah, I think that’s it. Where should I meet you?”
wtflane:
‘‘Or!’‘ Lane began, ‘‘Pair a black dress for date night with a velvet choker. Velvet sneakers with a white polo. Velvet pants with no shirt at all because it’s Halloween and you’re trying to be Jim Morrison from the doors!’‘ Lane was clearly convinced he had won with his last remark. He seemed proud. ‘‘I don’t know if I would let my royals wear Velvet to a ball. I’m more a fan of jewel encrusted see through gowns. It packs a visual punch.’‘
“I’d say in England where we’re all plain Janes, velvet is quite an outspoken choice.” She sighed. “Sorry if I offended you, fashion isn’t really my forte although you could probably tell that already.”
eleniffs:
‘ the campus staff must surely know more about where we can go and how we can get there, right? how do you feel about bribing them for information? ’
“I’m serious, there’s nothing. If there was something I would know about it, I’ve searched everywhere.” Vee let out a frustrated groan. “They wouldn’t tell us anything, even if we bribed them. They’re meant to be dedicated to our ‘protection’ or whatever.”
fairyqueenmorgan:
It was the accent that finally jogged her memory.
“The Marquess of York. Victoria, right?“
“Wow, I’m impressed. Although I did give you a bit of background knowledge before you guessed, so does it really count?”
taeminseon:
Taemin nodded his head when she had mentioned and complained about being in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, she wasn’t wrong. They were all stowed away too far away from anything of interest. Though, he wasn’t as sorrowful about it. “Well then you’re not looking at it creatively enough.” He stepped a bit closer before he explained his cryptic suggestion. “A pub you’d mentioned? There may not be one around but if you’ve got a bottle of your favorite and good company, it may do.”
“Yes!” Vee was a little too quick to answer, sounding very eager. “I’m sorry. It’s just my dad went through my luggage and confiscated anything that might ‘taint my reputation’, and I’m kind of desperate.” She smiled. “Sure, let’s do it.”
wesmarcus:
“Vee it is, then,” he said with a grin. “Most people call me Wes, so now we’re even.”
“So how about that coffee? Because I don’t know if there’s a place anywhere around here, let alone a decent one. I’ve explored everywhere and there’s nothing.” She tossed her hair behind her right shoulder. “And by everywhere, I mean I know all of the hiding places now. There isn’t any coffee.”
“What can I say about my first few days here? I’ve been so bloody bored. I mean the scenery was nice for a while but it’s nothing special, and to be honest I’m sick of looking out of my window and just seeing green shit. Plus, we’re in the middle of nowhere so it’s not as if we can just pop out for evening at the pub.” Vee sighed, exasperatedly. “Whatever. All I’m trying to say is I’m desperate for a night out and there’s nowhere to go!”
wtflane:
‘‘I really feel like you just told me that velvet is out of style, but I’m going to pretend that you didn’t,’‘ Lane placed a hand in mock outrage over his heart. ‘‘Velvet! Out! Of! Style! In 2017? No, no, no. Not at all.’‘
“I didn’t say that it was out of style I just meant that...” Vee was taken aback by the outburst. “I meant that it should be saved for special occasions? If you want to make a statement there’s nothing like pulling off a velvet number at a ball.”
wesmarcus:
“wesley adams, at your service, my lady,” wes said, bowing dramatically and taking your hand. “please, would you do me the honor of joining me on a noble and dangerous quest for a decent coffee?”
“Since you’re being so polite about it, of course.” She smiled. “I’m Victoria, by the way. But no one ever calls me by my full name. Only my dad. It’s Vee to everyone else.”
fairyqueenmorgan:
“Wait, don’t tell me your name. It’ll come to me in a second.“
They prided themself on being able to recognize members of any royal family on sight, but the particular name of the person who’d just approached was escaping them at the moment.
“Oh, you won’t know me. I’m not one of the famous ones, I’m just one of the really rich ones. My parents kept me and my brother sheltered from any kind of publicity because they hate the way the press like to take advantage of nobility for their own benefit - which is bloody right. People know we’re there but they don’t really know what we’re really like But try and guess if you want.”
wesmarcus:
“You doubt me? I’m hurt, truly, madam. I wouldn’t say no to coffee, however - would you like to join me in the hunt for some?”
“Coffee isn’t normally the kind of thing that gets hunted for in my family, but sure. You never mentioned your name by the way and I don’t really feel like hunting for coffee with a complete stranger.”
“say it again, sweetheart. i swear i was listening, i’m just not on my comprehension game right now. but you’ve got my full attention.”
“Oh please. Don’t make me say it all again. You obviously weren’t listening, sweetheart. I think you need a long nap if I’m honest. Or a coffee.”
Moving was a pain, one that Iris did not appreciate. The redhead inspected her nails, lips curling slightly at the slight scuff one of them now bore in the polish. So far, this university experience had been less than impressive. Still, after her sister wanted to go her father had corralled Iris into it as well. Once she had gotten past her indignation, she had to admit it was a good chance to meet some of her so called peers outside state functions. Not that she liked it of course, but she could see the reasoning. So here she was, wandering around the campus as she searched for something to do, before she felt a eyes on her. Turning, the princess had her media persona ready, fair kept neutral with just a hint of annoyance as she arched an eyebrow. “Can I help you with something?”
After an exhausting day of lugging boxes into her new room because her parents refused to get her a chauffeur, Vee had finally found some time to relax. The grounds were beautiful and she’d found a nice spot on the grass in the sun to bury herself in a book. Sun, she thought, surely that’s a good sign. She had to admit, she had her doubts about this place. Everyone in her family had attended Oxford which was what she had always planned to do - that was before her father had put his foot down. However, in spite of only being there for a day the place had already grown on her. Slipping her cigarette case from her back pocket, she removed a joint, lighting it and taking a long drag. Joint in one hand and book in the other, out of the corner of her eye she spied someone she thought she recognised. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Vee removed her sunglasses and brought the joint up to her lips.
