GOD / complex

heyo. time to rewrite silas’ intro, so here we go, silas 2.0

⋆ ° ⟡ ( ALEX FITZALAN, twenty-three, cis male, he/him ) has SILAS WINDSOR, the CROWN PRINCE from ENGLAND arrived yet? i heard they can be quite ARROGANT, but also ASSIDUOUS. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia to PROVE TO HIS PARENTS THAT HE’S FIT TO RULE, but you never know. LONG NIGHTS SPENT PARTYING, A NEW PRESS SCANDAL EVERY WEEK FOLLOWED BY THE SAME THE DISAPPOINTED SPEECH FROM YOUR PARENTS + AN ARROGANT GRIN MASKING TRUE EMOTIONS always remind me of them. 

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after a momentary pause, rhys sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. he wasn’t entirely prepared to let someone else in, but thea seemed kind enough and observant enough to glean a little of what he was going through. if she was taking the time to get to know him, he’d let her in just a little bit. deflating slightly, he let out a humorless laugh. “do you ever feel like life is just going too fast for you to handle? but you have to just hold it all in because what other choice do you really have?” he questioned, though it was all entirely rhetoric. “you should really enjoy the free time you have now. go out and party, go to places you’d never have the chance to, and make terrible decisions.”

“No offense to Hamlet, but if my dad made me wings of feathers and wax I wouldn’t have died.” Dmitry frowned, looking back up once he realised the critical flaw in his logic. “Or maybe I would’ve. I don’t know my dad, he might suck enough to be worth throwing myself into the sea.”

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“i can’t protect you, i’m delicate,” scarlett answers, punctuating the words with a dainty (and obviously fake) sickly cough. “wow, four months, look at you,” scarlett teases with raised brows, reaching up to upll her beanie lower over her ears. “you’re the absolute paradigm of monogamy.” forget the fact that scarlett had never been in a relationship in her life, period. she had no room to talk.

scarlett nearly gags on her coffee with his words about charlotte, wrinkling her nose as she takes a strained swallow. “if that has ever happened, please do not tell me i do not want to know. or if i have to know, make sure sonny knows too, i wanna see what kind of purple his face turns,” she snorts before folding up the paper. “please, anything longer than twenty minutes is too much commitment for you,” scarlett points out as she leans back in her chair.

scarlett lets out an amused little snort as she reaches for her coffee, taking a sip as she looks over at jack. “surprised you haven’t thrown your hat into the ring yet. bagging a princess seems like just the kind of trouble you’d get into.”

gabriel turned around, his hands still in silas as he looked to his boyfriend. he laughed as he squeezed the other’s hands. “did you at least get a good deal on me?” he asked, is silas had been up for a date he was pretty sure he would have done the same. “how much is our love, then?”

@genoviastarters​ || open starter!

location: the village

character: scarlett dupre`, olympic figure skater (team canada)

“I don’t understand how this princess lady isn’t losing her mind,” Scarlett says, nose wrinkled as she turns the pages of the local Genovian paper that seemed to keep very close tabs on every motion in the palaces, including the arrival of new royals and who had been rumored to be seen with whom. 

“Dating is hard enough under normal circumstances without everyone getting their noses in it and giving their opinions. Isn’t this whole thing basically an international episode of The Bachelor but for really rich people?”

it was no secret gabe didn’t enjoy to be touched without either his permission or if you were one of the two people he was dating. he froze for a moment before becoming limp at the sound of silas’ voice. “did you really bid for my date?” he asked, reaching up to put his hands over silas’.

there were very few people in his life that rhys trusted implicitly and thea’s name was not on that list. even still, her tone was comforting and he found himself patting the empty cushion next to him. with stas ignoring him, arthur cut out from his life, and oliver in his life now, it was safe to say he was feeling exhausted and in need of a helping hand. “come and sit down. how much time do you have? there’s a lot to go over.” he joked, wanting to do his best to make her feel welcomed in his presence. taking another glance at her, he narrowed his eyes in thought before pointing a finger in her general direction. “right, you just graduated… pre-law, right?”

@fvlsedgods​ // to say gabriel was happy about wasting his time when he could be… you know causing havoc somewhere else would be a lie. he knew it was for a good cause and that was what kept him in the music room waiting for the bidder to enter the room. he heard the door open but kept his back to the door as he poured the wine. “this should help,” he called over his shoulder.

     silas knew he didn’t need to buy a date with gabriel. they were dating after all. silas was smart, but that doesn’t mean he listens to logic. he knew he could go on a date with gabe whenever he wanted to, but he couldn’t resist buying the date with his boyfriend in the auction. 

@fvlsedgods​ // when was the last time he can seen helen? lorenzo’s funeral, he was sure of it. he almost felt guilty of it, it seemed that day they departed as friends but now they were strangers. he would be lying if he said he didn’t try to keep up with her and greece through the grapevine or even newspaper.

seeing her he walked up beside her, the only thing for a moment was just the crunching of the snow before he spoke. “how have you been?”

     helen had been playing outside with lukas most of the morning. it was moments like this when she really saw just how much he looked like lorenzo. his smile reminded her of her late husband every time she saw it.

rhys was surprised to find that he’d been startled awake by thea of all people, his own knee-jerk reaction to smile back at her kicking in after a few seconds. he knew vaguely of her, she was friends with stas and that deserved his own sort of kindness from him. he sat up from the couch, moving his legs over so she had room to sit if she wanted to. “i wouldn’t say alright is the right word for what i am, but thank you for asking.” he replied, giving a humorless laugh as he deflated once again against the sofa. not many people asked him these days, opting instead to distract him with other things, not that he complained. “what about you? everything alright with you?”