mirrorshards

/  yes pls

/      OHMYGOD  SO  CUTE !!

*⠀ ⠀ will get to everything laterrr gotta run errands :)

it’s a special recept my mom makes at her restaurant.     [a smile formed on the princess her face.]     you can have them, i got plenty. 

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @frogkisser 
            ⠀ ⠀ oh  ?  we  don’t  have  anything  like  this  on  the  isle  —  (oh.)  oh,  this  is  good!

they’re really good 

hah..   ha.             [indifference she could handle. surely, anybody could. it’s not everyday you’re shipped off from home, stripped away from mother— however evil, and boarded off to a school of royalty and magical woodland creatures. and her momentary slip-up for mistaking the grimm—spawn’s sardonic snide as a genuine bypass stings a bit more than it would have coming from anyone else. a hot ache is ignited at the pits of her stomach, telling her to bite back.]             i—        so,   (ahem),   the room you’re staying at.               [how heavy the onset of eyes on her may be, almila will avoid them. evading it like a baby bird. glancing over for the occasional polite, concealed smile.]            actually used to store the once-occupants’ collection of extensive jewelry.   a real gem,   you could say.     hah.             [she can’t stop herself. the small fidgets concealed within hands, the useless quips leading up to no real punchline but a stupid joke. for a stupid girl.]

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @pommelina 
            ⠀ ⠀ i  bet  you’re  real  fun  at  parties.  (  although mumbled,  it was clear enough to hear.  why did she want to be heard by the white spawn so bad?  it irked her,  almila irked her.  and it was the kind she never had the displeasure of feeling,  the kind that you feel under your heart as it beats and slips into your throat when you see them.  midnight hues never leave the princess,  they take in everything they can.  )  oh,  you’re  doing  this  out  of  the  kindness  of  your  heart  ?  not  because  someone  told  you  to.  right.  well,  i’m  sure  this  isn’t  optional,  so  go  on. 

            white is technically a mix of all visible light color hues.   i actually wouldn’t call that bland at a—          [she’d simultaneously halted in place and dialogue, cut off by own whims with the mixture of a self—assuring — perhaps soothing — chuckle and cleared throat. stuck, like a child’s gum, by doorway’s white length, almila’ll pry herself off of self—inflicted stance to fix her stance. assure hairs aren’t sticking out from right ear’s side. anything to escape the momentary burn of grimm—child’s gaze.]             i thought you might appreciate a tiny tour of the grounds. 

[oh]  he  is  NOT !  like,  ever.  i  swear,  ev  is  so  put  together,  like  all  the  time.  always  has  been.  clearly  something  is  up.  &  it  started  when  you  came  along,  so    [..]    just  saying.  

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @_silverslippers 
            ⠀ ⠀ you’re  blaming  [me]  for  your  cousins  ditziness  ?    have  you  ever  considered  he’s  just  like  that  ?

my  cousin  everett.  duh.  who  else ?   he’s  been  SO  ditzy,  isa  even  managed  to  get  him  in  a  dress.  have  you  spelled  him  or  is  this  natural ? 

whatever.  i’ve  slept  when  needed.  that’s  rest,  is  it  not ?         (sluggish,  he  drapes  an  arm  around  her.  a  low  hum  rasps  against  the  back  of  everett’s  throat,  leaning  closer  in  search  for  more)         don’t  call  [her].  or  wyn—el.  they’ll  only  worry  more  than  they  already  have.  and  besides,          (his  palm  finds  her  side,  tugging  her  closer  as  if  they  aren’t  already  impossibly  close)      if  i’d  wanted  to  be  with  either  of  them,  i  would’ve  gone  to  them  everly. 

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @poisedshard 
            ⠀ ⠀ i’ve  seen  you  running  around  campus  with  your  friends  all  week.  you  have  [not]  rested.  (  dark blue eyes fall over him.  she takes in the moment in all her selfishness,  everly watches the fluttering of his eyelashes,  and takes in the warmth of his body pressed against hers.  her eyes focus on his hair,  and she notes how soft it looks.  her hands goes to it before her mind realizes,  running manicured fingers through the dark hair.  )  don’t  tell  me  what  to  do,  charming.  i’ll  just  ask  isabeau  to  come  and  take  care  of  you,  then.  i’m  sure  her  bedside  manners  are  great. 

i’ve  rested  enough.  i’m  fine,      (despite  the  statement,  he  leans  on  her.  despite  how  much  he  wants  to  deny  it,  this  has  been  the  most  relaxed  he’s  been  in  hours.  days  even,  probably)          [..]   you  can  keep  talking.  just  stop  complaining.  it’s  giving  me  a  headache. 

(hues  of  olive  &  palm  watch  the  apple—  her  lips—  for  a  beat,  averting  to  the  ground  briefly  before  returning  to  her  with  the  clearing  of  his  throat)        so,  what  i’m  getting  from  this  is  that  you’re  concerned  for  my  health.    fine,  give  me  the  apple.  happy ? 

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @poisedshard 
            ⠀ ⠀ you’re  so  dramatic.  look.  (  she takes a bite of the red apple,  leaving a round bite mark in its place.  )  see,  it’s  perfectly  fine. 

when  has  that  stopped  any  villain  ever ?    i’m  not  taking  my  chances.  especially  with  you,  no  offense. 

(  both  palms  slap  over  his  mouth,  word  escaping  too  muffled  for  coherence.  when  his  arms  drop  to  his  sides,  he  sighs.  )            if  you  won’t  stop,  at  least  don’t  ask  such  ridiculous  questions.  

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @poisedshard 
            ⠀ ⠀ what  !  it’s  fascinating,  can  you  really  blame  me.  now,  who  do  you  / really /  think  is  the  fairest  of  them  all  ? 

/     abusing his knowledge of everything :3

(  olive  eyes  rake  over  her  appearance,  raising  a  brow  unimpressed.  )              i  don’t  see  a  chain.  you  could  leave.  

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @poisedshard 
            ⠀ ⠀ shouldn’t  you,  i  don’t  know,  shut  up.  (  dark  eyes  roll,  arms  folded  across  her  chest.  )  if  i  had  the  choice,  i’d  be  anywhere  but  here.