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꒰      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?

well  ..  i’m  not  sure.  she  seems  too  smart  to  fall  for  the  ‘ self—defense ’  act.  [ ..  ]  you  could  always  hide  it,  can’t  you?    
            
            —    @twoshoe      (❕)

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      (❕)

okay,        (  she  sighs,  more  fond  than  anything.  sinking  down  to  lay  down  with  him,  her  shifts  to  her  side,  one  hand  twirling  strands  of  his  hair  as  the  other  drapes  around  him.  )       wanna  tell  me  what’s  got  you  so  tired?  
            
            —    @coIdeyes      (❕)

⠀ ⠀ (  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. 

luka  ..  c’mon,  just  lay  down.  please.  you’re  tired. 
            
            —    @coIdeyes      (❕)

sorry.  it’s  nothing  important,  don’t  worry  about  it. 
            
            —    @coIdeyes      (❕) 

⠀ ⠀ is  something  on  your  mind  ?  you’ve  been  quiet  for  a  while. 

hm?  oh,  yeah,  sure.  that  sounds  nice. 
            
            —    @coIdeyes      (❕)

(  eyes  softening,  she  took  a  beat  to  think  before  patting  she  spot  beside  her.  )       come,  then.  you  can  rest  over  here  with  me.  
            
            &&.                     ( @coIdeyes ) 

⠀ ⠀ [  his  eyes  flutter  close  for  a  moment,  as  he  lets  out  an  exhausted  sigh.  luka  looks  are  her  through  low  eyes,  ]  just  need  to  rest.  training  went  longer  than  expected. 

but—  you  don’t  look  okay,  luka.  i’m  worried. 
            
            &&.                  ( @coIdeyes ) 

(  her  grin  falls  to  something  softer;  questioning.  )        do  they  ..  do  you  think  they  like  me?  like  at  all?
            
            &&.                  ( @coIdeyes ) 

⠀ ⠀ [  luka  smiles,  proud  ]  they  are,  aren’t  they.  but,  trust  me,  my  moms  can  be  overbearing  at  times. 

ignore  them?  but  they’re  so  lovely! 
            
            /      aweeeeee
            
            &&.                        ( @coIdeyes )

but  i’m—  ..  fine.  okay.  sure.      (  stumbling  back,  her  eyes  fluttered,  palms  finding  the  nearest,  softest  surface  to  sit  atop.  ) 
            
            &&.                      ( @coIdeyes ) 

⠀ ⠀ you’re  not  fine.  lay  down  while  i  get  a  rag. 

i’m  fine.  i  don’t  need—  i’m  fine.  
            
            &&.                    ( @coIdeyes ) 

yes.  not  everyone,  but  the  majority. 
            
            &&.                     ( @wolfhoods ) 

@coIdeyes         /   ignore the lateness plss 

(  her  eyes  took  embarrassingly  long  to  meet  his  gaze,  taking  in  his  appearance.  )     hm?    (  she  blinked,  stepping  inside.  )        oh,  no.  she  [ did ]  ask  me  to  come  get  you  though.  but  that’s  not  why  i’m  here. 
            
            &&.                     ( @coIdeyes ) 

@bcrnflor ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❲  ❄︎  ❳
            hey  [  he turns to fully face her,  a soft smile blooming onto his face almost instantly.  he fiddles with the collar of his suit.  ]  no,  not at all,  come in.  i just thought you were my mother coming to drag me down to the ball. 

you  don’t?  oh.  i  can  teach  you,  if  you  want! 
            
            &&.                      ( @coIdeyes )