serendipity.

✿ — start of something new

Wincing, the slow witted boy tried to think up an adequate excuse that revealed as little as possible. Bistre eyes darted back and forth, pulse picking up speed seemingly at a hundred times its natural rate. By nature, the prince was not a liar. “Did you know the dining hall cuts you off after a certain number of tomatoes? The lady said she was pretty sure if I had any more I’d turn red.” A deep breath preceded his next comment, hand pressing vertically against lips in supplication. “Hey Eloise, we’re old pals, right? Don’t tell anyone, please. I just slipped into the gardens to pick some more for myself.” It didn’t surprise him the slightest that her mother had imparted such knowledge, his own having taken the time to share her years of wisdom on the forest. Remembering how easily he could handle this himself with just a few plants growing right around the castle, sent a twinge of pain through the wound, but inky topped head nodded. “Yep, I’d say so, if we’re going to save it. This is life or death!”

A frown, concerned, creases otherwise pristinely perfect features. Was this a joke, she wonders, her teeth guarding an impolite laugh from reaching the depths of the world, less so the youngest prince between her fingers. Eloise, eventually, never having been one to resist the urge to laugh so strongly, finds the need to pause before they enter the nurses office. “That is the most hilarious joke I have ever heard you say” Finally, with great joy, does the laugh spill from her pink lips, falling behind her palm, as she tries her best to compose herself. The story, she writes off in it’s entirety, too far-fetched to be real. “What really happened?” The princess would sooner believe the other had gotten into a fight, a battle of knives and wits, than a tomato based story. “Mmm, life and death, of course” As politely as a slight push can be given, she directs him towards the nurses office, waving him off, “I’ll wait for you out here, okay?” 

a wayward stare meets her sentence. “eloise, are you okay? are you sick?” perhaps his worry was not well placed but she was correct, he had somewhere else to be. where exactly, he was not sure. but he knew he was late for something. “sort of. do you want to talk and walk?” olivier always hated being so unnecessarily rude to his youngest sibling. 

She tries, hard, not to look offended, or worse, hurt, at his suggestion, fingers retreating back, her stance softening backwards. A princess does not cry. “No, I’m--I’m fine. I don’t want to disturb you if you have better things to attend to” She should be used to this, of course she should, her brothers always had their priorities set differently from her own, categories and groups that were nothing like that of a darling princess. “I’ll--I’ll see you later Ollie. Bye.”

✿ — mister, miss right

He smiles down at her fondly, his hand settling by his side again. Her propriety and her upbringing catch him off guard almost always, reminding himself that he, unlike her, is just the son of an ordinary man. A hero, but an ordinary man, for the most part. She, on the other hand, is a princess. Royalty, and she has etiquette she has to follow. Her little quirk of calling him Mr. Rogers as he calls her little princess pulls a laugh from him, and his eyes soften. “Good, especially now that I’ve seen one of my favorite little princesses. What have you been up to, Ellie?” 

In another life, she thinks she would have like Vince much more than she currently did. Where princess requirements, unspoken laws and assumed rules forced her from pulling back when she wanted to hug him, hang off him as she would her own brothers, in privacy of their home, of course, where she could really show her affection in a proper way. Instead she is far, off, her mind seemingly else where though eyes are focused, smiles never endingm “Not a lot, really. I mean there is only so much to do in Elias” She laughs. A proper, hearty laugh. “Are you excited for the new semester?” 

✿ — strawberry bubblegum

The silence stretched on between the two princesses and though she was used to this, Alexa still could not help but worry over Eloise. The Charming Princess was more than just a royal friend to Alexa, her little Ella meant so much more to her than she could possibly ever show to the younger one. Ellas was like a little sister; someone who Alexa wanted to spoil and baby forever. They had known each other for years, the Charmings and Roses having always had close diplomatic relations, and the more Alexa got to know the princess, the more the feeling of wanting to dote on her developed. Whenever she saw Ella, a feeling of wanting to envelope the other in the tightest of hugs and reassure her that everything was going to be okay surged through Alexa. She loved Eloise like she loved Liliana; like her own sisters. “How has school been for you so far? Everything okay?”  

Is everything okay. That was a question she never knew how to answer. How does one answer a question where the answer has never been completely solid. Things were okay but, then, without warning, they weren’t. The Charming princess was always perpetually caught somewhere in between; happy and sad at the same time without any understanding as how that could be. She had no complaints of her life, her glorious, provision filled, loved, life, but yet she always felt something was off, wrong, not quiet right. A princess does not feel sad, Eloise, a princess is the epitome of sunshine. “Everything is great!” She lies through a polite smile, soft eyes turning crescent, as she remains leant against the older girl, “Always great” She sips so Alexa doesn’t notice the break in her voice, or the lie through her teeth, actions speaking much louder than words today, “How are you?” 

✿ — the trouble with fairies