i'm still confused, but i'm not saying anything. i'm trying not to touch him, accidentally or purposely, he doesn't seem to wanna touch me either...but the small crease in the sash is bothering me...but i don't wanna move from my position.
we both look in opposite directions, we're both thinking, i wonder what he's thinking, but i know what i am;
'why did you call him prince charming?'.
i think this because...it wasn't a witty insult...it was practically a compliment!
by definition, i called him pleasant and attractive.
and, the prince charming stereotype is...handsome, desirable, masculine, and overall a picture perfect, unrealistic man.
i basically called him a dream boy.
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pale || prinxiety
Fanfiction⚠️ C O M P L E T E D ⚠️ i used a pale shade of foundation for a reason. it hides a lot. it hides the red cheeks either from blushing, or when the skin gets irritated from tears. [Highest Ranking: 16th August 2017, #148 in Fanfiction]
