@bcrnflor
/ GUYS it’s my birthday (YAY !) so plsplspls cb + drop stuff here & on any of my other accounts !!
* happy belated!!
@motherknowsbest / AHH THANK U !! thank ur time, dw <3
*⠀ ⠀ HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!! i’m so late but i’ll drop everywhere tomorrow <33
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[a hearth—hot breath hits the paled back of romy rose. she gives a quiet breath, hung between dream and reality, as if to gauge out the verisimilitude of girl, girl, and beast. a yawn comes out instead.] —first time for everything.. ?
[yawn], don’t know. am a bit too tired to be startled right now.. are you sure?
i do KNOW how to hold a sword.. /just/ give me a second
are you sure ? [..] your form is still incorrect. just so you know.
— @sobrllama (❕)
⠀ ⠀ that was gale — the wind spirit ! it’s how they say hi :)
⠀ ⠀ if they were made, your hair would be a mess or something. ( he pauses a moment, head tilting in thought. not many strangers meet gale, or the other spirits, or wander into the forest, for that matter. luka’s only seen them interact with his moms and cousins, and the people of the enchanted forests. ) mm, only with people they like. or trust. ‘cause you’re with me, they know you can be trusted.
⠀ ⠀ oh, no ! trust me, you would [know] if it’s mad at you.
⠀ ⠀ it’s too cold out for you, you’ll get sick.
⠀ ⠀ it is too. now, hold on. ( he looks through his closet, his sweaters dwindled as the days passed and he’s sure it’s because of yii but it’s not like he’ll complain. ) here, and a scarf. ‘cause it [is] cold. and i don’t want you to get sick.
⠀ ⠀ i’m basically immune to the cold, remember ? i’ll be fine, but you need a jacket and a scarf.
⠀ ⠀ what do you miss most about your home ?
(relief floods her near—instantly. of course she figured he’d understand, to an extent, but then again she couldn’t be too sure; after all, her siblings had no problem adapting to this new life. part of her had wonder if she really had been overdramatic) it’s weird. some days, when lessons are over, i think i’ll go to my room & hear my parents talk about their days and stuff. but then i remember where i am & i get [..] heavy. i don’t like it. but when i visit, i think i’ll bump into you, or isabeau, or atticus, or — even everly ! and the same feeling comes. is that weird ?
— @coIdeyes (❕)
⠀ ⠀ (they nod, quiet as they listen to her. [everything], he repeated in his mind. oh, he missed everything from the streets of arendelle and to the deepest parts of the enchanted forest. but, for a moment luka imagines yii in her home, with her sword, training. or with her family eating her favorite meals, and he smiles. ) yeah, i get it. it’s all you’ve ever known and then one day, you hardly see it.
/ & if i said cb + spec & drop stuff ?
* super late but PLS
*⠀ ⠀ spam :3 i’ll drop rn !
/ LOVE THIS
okay, now the hard part. ( ... ) how does one convince their mother that sword training counts as a royal elective?
꒰ penelope lets out a deep sigh, looking down at the heavy practice blade resting clumsily in her hands. ꒱ hide it— you can't be serious? ꒰ she scoffs softly, her gaze flicking around the training grounds before she absently pushes a curl away from her face with an free hand. ꒱ my mom has eyes like a hawk and birds for spies— literally. if i try to smuggle a broadsword into the palace, she’ll know before i even clear the front gates. ꒰ pennie pouts, lightly tapping the tip of the blade against the dirt. ꒱ besides, how am i supposed to explain the bruises? tell her i tripped and fell into a patch of very aggressive pumpkins?
it was hard to sleep,
i’d take you with me, but you’d probably get sleepier in the air than on solid ground. ( her thoughts form images of the drowse—plagued princess sitting atop her crimson dragon, his scales always too—warm for they typical person; even her relatives. a faint smile, half—fond, tugs on her lips when it dawns on her that she’d need to keep an arm out to prevent her from falling in case slumber lulls her with it’s irresistible pull. ) i’m not sure there’s much choice in it. how you feel doesn’t really change just because you don’t like it. at least not usually. .. but that’s alright. ( her gaze slowly finds the rose princess, the carelessness romy seems to hold surprising in many ways but not startling; delightful in some selfish way for yīn huá, allowed to exist with no real responsibility only in the bubble of dream—like reality existing within the presence of romy rose. )
— @beauzzz (❕)
i think i would. [romy rose’s problems were minor, tragedies imaginary, and she hadn’t lived enough to pursue élan to its capacity. she’ll smile to herself at the thought alone: growing wings from fairy godmother make—believe was as good as a five—year plan could be.] it’s kind of hard to pick one over the other. i think.. you could probably go your whole life without making a choice. [she’ll lean over cement railing, head resting with the spring evening wind whispering sweet—nothings into ear alongside the melody of yīn huá’s congenial hypothesi.] no.. not really.
if you think so, you’d love aerial view then. it’s lovely. ( though reminiscing the breeze against her skin through starry skies and polished scales digging into her thighs brings only bittersweet nostalgia, it is true she loves it, longing to return just by the view. not being allowed to soar high as before wilts a part of her the tower restores. ) i wouldn’t say happy. but i’m not upset either. it’s .. difficult to explain. i’m content here, but .. i don’t know [ .. ] you’re nice to talk to. easy. has anyone ever told you that?
— @beauzzz (❕)
⠀ ⠀ ‘m just closing my eyes, don’t worry …
⠀ ⠀ ( luka gives a sleepy smile, nodding slightly to her. half asleep, he makes his way to the bed, wrapping an around yii. ) okay .. but you lay down with me.