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@sirensung              ᶻᶻᶻ              i thought that was the falling asleep and waking up with a sunburn part..     because that’s already done for me. 

@mirrorshards              ᶻᶻᶻ              hm—           [sleep is simple. everlasting and effervescent. a cool fist squeezes the life and some breath out of her lungs with the interruption of daytime daydream.]            i hadn’t slept like that in forever..        (yawn,)        thanks. 

@mirrorshards              ᶻᶻᶻ              i don’t know if i ‘must’..     i just am.          [romy rose comes to life with a flourish, stealing a glance from the tinkling bell of a voice. the smile that pulsates onto pink lips, beguiled, is a jerk. purely habitual.]            i think..    you’re just the one who’s always sneaking around. 

@townrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              —also.            [propped on two feet lanced with ballet flats, an obvious choice for a girl fated to sleep—walk a good quarter of ivory towered life. she’ll delay by musing in place, drawing circles with right foot.]            i need some help with the philosophy project..     the one due friday.     from someone,     hmm—    saintly enough to help.

⠀ ⠀ really  ?  are  you  sure  ?  (  despite  the  question,  the  beast  girl  already  began  to  slip  of  the  golden  heels.  sighing  in  relief  under  her  breath.  she  looked  around  for  unwanted  eyes  before  kneeling  and  setting  her  shoes  in  front  of  romy.  )  you’re  a  saint,  ro. 

@townsrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              hm..    we could trade, if you’d like.     i don’t mind the shoes one bit..    (i can sleep wherever anyhow). 

no,     (  lie,  an  evident  one;  mauve  circling  pale  skin  below  aquamarine  eyes.  lopsided  outstretched  bunny—ears  sit  atop  snowy  tuffs,  twitching  alike  dusty—rose  nose.  )           you’ll  end  up  with  back  pain  like  this,  rose.  and  neck  pain.  that  wouldn’t  be  all—too—pleasant  now,  would  it? 

@bunnyoclock              ᶻᶻᶻ              [mess of blonde bed hair stares upward, from accommodating spot between book and lecture notes acting as blanket.]            jealous you can’t join?      —kidding.  

@berkborn              ᶻ                hmm..     ?           [unsurprisingly, she’d been put to sleep by the virtuoso display of affluence.]           oh,  yeah.            [eye begs to peer open, ogling at unfamiliar company. lips spill over in a hushed smile.]           do you guys have something similar..      where you’re from?    the..    erm..      (sorry,   just woke up).

@medicmixers              ᶻᶻᶻ              ..     no,    i’m always like this.    it’s magically—           (yawn),          inflicted.     probably hasn’t helped my case..    potion-wise so far.         a lot of alchemists haven’t been able to figure it out..      so i thought i’d come to best.    see if you can help.

( . . . )     i see .      * he thought for a moment
            as he turned pages in his book . *     i could
            do that . but something like that doesn't last
            forever , the only cure for being as tired as
            you are is ... an accurate amount to sleep ,
            which is why you might be so tired now .

@medicmixers              ᶻ                i need a potion to help put my sleep off.          [she’d rehearsed saying that in one go, truth be told. though the victory’s sought out for so long, another yawn cutting the princess off.]           —or something of the sort. 

⠀ ⠀ oh  !  a  nap  picnic  !  yes  let’s  do  that  —  we  can  have  tea  and  some  treats  ! 

@curiouser              ᶻ                hmm..   i occasionally roll to the side.   to sleep.   should we do something else..   ?     take a nap outside,  maybe.

@twoshoe              ᶻ                i was listening.          [morose is the temperament of those not well—rested. one romy rose skips through orchards of drowsy memory, a collection forgotten by the blessings of time and curse—ridden vigor. whispering sweet, sad things to put the both of them to a hopeful sleep in the midst of endless lecture:]          nobody here..      (hmm,)      would object to the particular royal teenage angst of the supernaturally—high standards their parents put them through..            [a wince, undetected. something stings that of a rose thorn.]            —especially mothers.           [there was no way out of a mind nor life. romy rose, too, would grow less and less attached to the youth—spruced vitality. if she kept going, to disappear completely, to then reappear in some new form. that was her hope. that was her dream.]            i can’t complain though..     i happen to be content with the conundrum of my royal inheritance.           [she lean in, as if putting penelope in on a secret.]            you’d be surprised how much of a life a person can sleep through..          [then, finally, a yawn. the emotional cataclysmic bound, shattered. for one drowsy drop off of romy rose’s eye.]             i think i’d look quite dashing with a spruce of brown..      shall we sneak off?   —grab a bite. 

꒰      her  hand  drifted  up,    her  thumb  tracing  the  cool,   smooth  metal  at  the  base  of  her  throat  as  if  anchoring  herself.    she  mumbled  the  last  words  into  her  chest,    her  chin  tucking  low.      ꒱      i  don’t  know,  maybe  it’s  just  me  being  too ..    ungrateful  about  it  once  again.     ꒰      the  heavy  silence  hung  in  the  air.    penelope  looked  up,    only  to  find  romy’s  eyelids  blinking  in  slow  motion  as  she  drifted  right  back  to  sleep.    the  princess’s  shoulders  slumped,    her  lips  pursing  into  a  flat  knowing  grimace─    the  universal  look  of  realizing  you  just  poured  your  heart  out  to  a  wall.    with  a  faint,    deflated  sigh,    she  stepped  closer  and bumped  her  shoulder  lightly  against  romy’s  to  crack  the  dreamy  daze.      ꒱      you’re  not  the  only  one  bored  out  of  your  mind,    okay?    if  i  have  to  suffer  through  this  gala,    the  least  you  can  do  is  keep  me  company.    so,    /please/    try  not  to  face-plant  into  the  chocolate  fountain.

꒰      penelope  lets  out  a  tiny,    stifled  snort,    the  corners  of  her  mouth  twitching  at  the  image  of  knights  fumbling  with  paste  jars.    she  shifted  her  weight  from  one  aching  foot  to  the  other,    smoothing  down  the  front  of  her  ridiculous  puffy  dress  just  to  give  her  shaking  hand  something  to  do.      ꒱      honestly?    i  would  pay  good  money  to  see  the  tourney  team  try  to  sew  anything  with  a  sword.    it  has  to  be  better  than  this.      ꒰      she  muttered,    rolling  her  honey-brown  hues  toward    the  massive  crowd  of  students  grouped  by  the  punch  bowl.      ꒱      i  swear,    "princess  101"    is  literally  just  learning  how  to  be  a  statue.    don’t  slouch,    smile  until  your  face  hurts,    and  act  like  you’re  not  totally  losing  your  mind.      ꒰      penelope’s  voice  trailed  off  into  a  hollow  whisper,    her  gaze  dropping  to  the  polished  floor.      ꒱      my  mother,    she ..    always  acts  like  all  this  stuff,    being  the  perfect  poster  child  for  the  kingdom  is  just─    easy  and  natural.    when  it’s  truly  exhausting  and  far  from  real.