a little wicked

victoria kennedy, socialite of the usa, as loved by ari.

[vknndy]

dsappointments‌:

just from instinct, alec reared his head back and nearly dropped his croissants again in the process to get away from ronnie’s touch. it was too early in the morning for him to carefully restyle his hair yet again and as much as he loved his dear friend, he wouldn’t let her mess it up. “do i look british to you? of course not.” he remarked, shaking his head vehemently. “look, these are some of the best croissants i’ve ever had aside from the ones in france and i like to stock up and they only serve them during breakfast. is that so crazy?”

ronnie giggled at his reaction, she dropped her hand not wanting to push her boundaries with his hair and his arms.... full of croissants. she brought her hand up to keep herself from laughing at his explanation of why. “hm,” she hummed, looking him up and down. “you do have somewhat of a british.... vibe coming off of you.” 

“no, not so crazy but a tad, alec. why don’t you just come and get them every morning so they’re fresh?” she asked, before offering her arms out once again hoping he’d get the message of her wanting to help him.

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miistxkes‌:

“So, we have to go on dates with people because of.. pears?” Valeriya tried her best to keep her voice polite, but it was rather clear she was skeptical of the power of the pears. “What if someone who’s, um– I don’t want to be rude, but what if someone horrible wins the bid? Is there a system to prevent that?”

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ronnie was trying to keep her patience with the other. she pushed back her hair and looked to the other. she seemed so sheltered, and honestly far too naive for her taste. “then a, don’t enter with a date and b, don’t bid on anyone. i am sure there are ways to get out if people are horrible, more money to pay them off. or we just don’t judge people.”

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@sonnetss​ // when was the last time antoine and ronnie had a chat? she wondered as she wandered up to him, she pushed him gently with her shoulder and then looked up to the tree in front of them. “can’t sleep or too busy looking at the beauty of all these trees?” she asked.

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@incvndescents​ // ronnie opened the door after the third bell ring. donovan? she rose an eyebrow. “how may i help you?” she asked, but she already had an idea of what he wanted from her.

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dsappointments‌:

@vknndy​ // in his haste to claim as many of the freshly baked croissants as he could carry, alec could not be held accountable to see past the large basket of pastries he currently had in his arms, which was why he managed to stumble and nearly knock into one of his best friends. though they spent a large amount of their lives together, he felt as though he hadn’t seen ronnie since they had both arrived here and he was more than glad to see her now. no matter what they were doing, he always seemed to have an enjoyable time around her, glad to have yet another person who tolerated his antics. “i could’ve dropped my croissants.” he nearly yelled, though his tone was more joking than it was angry. “jeez, watch where you’re going, you never know when you’re going to run into a man and his baked goods.”

ronnie was more interested in why the other had so many croissants in his arms than to move. when the bump came she was thrown back into reality, and still one question remained, why the fuck?

she couldn’t help but laugh at the other, shaking her head at him. she reached forward, trying to mess with his hair, just a little. “alec, please explain first though on why you have so many baked goods, are you having some type of tea party?”

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gldenthorns‌:

“ no not sad. nor annoyed. just tired, it is late after all. ” speaking of which, he hoped the other had a way -back – or if this just meant he should escort her to where she was staying, not sure if she was at the hotel or the palace. “ do you need a ride? i am heading back towards the palace. to work. i’ll be more than happy to take you where you need to go. ”

oh? offering her a ride? of course, her driver? not needed anymore. “oh really? that’s so nice of you,” she giggled, she picked up her skirt and made her way around to the other side. she hoped she didn’t fall getting into the car. she took a breath and stepped into the car before she looked to him. “thank you.” she did remember her manners, even drunk.

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sonnetss‌:

corners of his lips inched higher upon laying eyes on his sister, her heel digging into his knee– what a lovely encounter ! ‘ well, i thought i’d surprise you– ‘ sky blue hues averted to meet her own, ‘ how about a hug for your favorite brother? ‘ sure, there weren’t many contendors but he prided himself in the title. regardless of the fact that he could not act the part in public. but, thank god for the secluded location they were currently standing in. ‘ the scarf is on fire. ‘ he added, in their secret code - i missed you. 

the more her brother spoke the less her anger became. he knew this and so did she, but still she tried to hide behind her anger. she wished she knew why she was the one to be crowned the kennedy victor. at their code, her eyes started to water. she never allowed herself to think of how much she missed having her siblings 24/7. “that’s too bad,” she replied her code for i love you, her voice hoarse as her throat started to tighten, and her eyes started to glisten. she wanted nothing more than to step into his arms, and hug him, beg him to stop. but she knew that would never happen, and wouldn’t help. 

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cinemapix‌:

Ester Expósito as Carla Caleruega in Élite.

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@sonnetss​ // weeks or years since ronnie had been the man in front of her? she had seen a casket lowered into the ground the claimed to hold his body but she knew better. but. that was the last time she saw valentine kennedy. this was the first time she had seen this new identity. she walked up behind him, before bringing her heel up to press in his knee. and then she walked around the side he didn’t look before she was in front of him. she crossed her arms, tapping her foot. “no heads up then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

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gldenthorns‌:

… damn. all he wanted to do was just leave at this point. keeping royals safe? not easy, very energy draining. but the girl wasn’t a royal, just a socialite. which isn’t a big difference and he was still stuck. unable to move or risk hurting her — and that’s not something he would do. “ why my smile? i’m sorry, i don’t follow. ” 

"you look sad,” she pointed out, resting her elbow against the cold metal. “or annoyed. you’re harder to read than my father, but then again i am drunk.” another giggle as she tried to form a serious sentence. “are you on your way to work? or maybe a girlfriend?”

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mvsquerades‌:

aveline tugged ronnie by the hand back towards the car. “ i don’t even know what i want. actually, i really want tacos, but i don’t really think that’s a genovian specialty. ”

ronnie followed behind the other, her smile seemed to be permanent on her face. she was actually enjoying herself. “oh tacos would be delightful,” she agreed, but then sighed knowing they wouldn’t get them. “maybe the kitchen could make us some?”

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tcthestarss‌:

She promises she doesn’t find any enjoyment out of this. Well… okay, it’s a wee tiny bit funny, a little. Imogen sat nearby, enjoying some chicken nuggets when she first noticed the young girl. Apparently, no one told her about that. “I think there might be a second one that’s 24/7,” the Irish woman called out. “Don’t exactly quote me on that, though.”

ronnie turned looking at the girl. she gave a dramatic sigh before moving her heavy body over to the other before sitting down beside her. her hunger was gone now anyway. “ugh, perfect,” she mumbled, moving her now frizzy hair out of her face before she turned to the other. “did you have fun at the dance?”

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+ 60 (30x2) points for the brief intro task 

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gldenthorns‌:

originally, edward was a bit annoyed by all of this. but honestly? what gave him the right. it was just some kid who seemed to have forgotten to read the entire thing. it shouldn’t be worth any stress for him — so instead, the annoyance once placed on his friend turned into a smile, a stressed smile, but one all the same. “ it’s edward and you are welcome. ” 

she was drunk but she wouldn’t deny the handsome man in front of her. she leaned against his truck, successfully keeping him there unless he either wanted to run her over or she fell. “aw,” she pouted. “why that smile?” 

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mvsquerades‌:

“ i don’t know if she’d care, honestly. she probably has other shit to worry about, ” aveline mused. “ you think he will? wow, the power of american corporate. ” she giggles, wrapping her fur coat tighter around herself. “ you know what we should do? get out of this cold. raid the resort kitchens. i’m hungry. ”

ronnie thought for a moment, what was more important than.... food? she might have a petite body but ronnie loved to eat and loved all food. she giggled and nodded. “of course, he’s the grandson of a president.” the other was speaking logic while ronnie was not. “okay, yeah let’s go, i think i could eat a horse right now.”