AVE ATQUE VALE

Hey guys! (Former) Admin D here! I’m sure newer people won’t know me or remember me as I’ve been on a hiatus since December 2017 –– four months ago according to tumblr timestamp. My life has not been easy recently, it is to a point where my stress builds up and materializes into physical sickness and pain that I often have to be rushed into hospital and stay there for a night two because I’m just too weak right now.

Rose approached me about starting a period rp last year and we joined hands with Liv and Tasha and we started this place with a smile on our faces. If it’s possible I would also like to leave this place with a smile on my face.

Because of my current health and life issues, I don’t think I can dedicate myself to being an admin anymore. I just –– it’s impossible for me because believe it or not, managing an rp isn’t as easy as it sounds (嘻嘻)! And I’m obviously not in a good physical state. 

So with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to leave the rp. I don’t fair nor right for me to hold on to my characters and prevent people from 1) applying for the spots, 2) developing their uses through connections with my characters (Liv, you have my eternal apology). From all my muses, I am especially attached to Mateus as he is who I started out with and never have I dropped him or lost muse for him. I feel heartbroken that I have to give up playing him but I feel like I am snuffing out possible things you could have done to your characters through him as a character and I hate it, I don’t think it’s right to do it and so I won’t do it.

This RP has been a dear place to me. It’s given me smiles and laughters, and headaches too! I will always remember and look back into this experience fondly and maybe someday I will able to laugh about it too.

It’s been a real pleasure being your admin and your friend and I say this truly from the bottom of my heart.

DAWN IS BREAKING AND, FOR A MOMENT, THE SUN KISSED THE MOON

hi everyone! admin d here !! i’ve been mulling over how to do this or how to say it, and i’ve been talking to liv about it. there’s just no proper way, i guess. without further ado, everything will be put under read more.

          He could have remained, loose-limbed, in the bed for hours. Days, even. As it is, he cannot, and the sound of movement in the hall spurs legs into motion. Mussed strands are pushed back from oceanic eyes as he pulls linen shirt back over his body, eyes searching for discarded breeches. Rowland is sure he will be sore by morning light but is still in some odd high place where everything feels cushioned from the world around him. “Your Highness, do you know where my breeches wound up?” He questions in soft voice, stretching arms over his head and turning to face the man. Oh, the man. Something in his chest twinges but Rowland does his best to ignore such feelings. They are useless and - and - and he’s said these things to himself, before, but cannot shake the way stomach flutters and heart feels tight when laying his gaze upon the French prince.

“I think that’s quite an optimistic observation.” Margery replied with a warm smile. If only such beauty could bloom from this war, friendships and alliances and love that could stop all the fighting. People could be safe. A childish thought, maybe, but Margery wasn’t quite ready to be rid of it. There had to be a chance for peace, right?

“Oh, I wouldn’t wish to intrude. Stories alone are enough to sate my curiosity.” Every country was so different. Different customs, different architecture, different people. For a girl who had never travelled far from home, it was a beautiful shock, even if she longed for the place she called home. “I’m sure wherever you live is just as beautiful, from what I’ve heard I cannot imagine a part of France that isn’t!”

He chuckled a warm summer’s laughter. Everything about him was an apostle of Apollo, his golden hair, his warm smiles, his searing hot touch and insatiable passion. But deep inside, his eyes were cold –– although not much could see this, only those who had shared his fleeting but burning love only to be left cold and alone the day after. And his heart was naught. He chuckled a warm summer’s laughter, for she took his words at face value, looking past its intended acid and sarcasm. Then, he thought, ‘Ah, such a pure princess’. But his lips said, instead, “Indeed, my dear princess.”

A retort bubbled to her lips but had no time to escape for Angelina shoved it back in, her station was not one that would allow for arguments with nobility. Instead she curtsied, lowering her dark eyes to the ground respectfully. “Of course, you are right, your highness. I ought to have been paying more attention. It shan’t happen again.” She spoke softly, tanned hand reaching to wrap around the little boy’s wrist to pull him away gently. One day soon, she would be more than a governess, she would rise and no longer would she have to take any of what they said. “It is my fortune that you found him before he had the chance to hurt himself.” If she had learned anything in her time at Spanish court, it was that deception and compliments went hand in hand with power.

Giselle had always been venus, draped in the finest of silks and made of pure beauty; untouchable by mortals and only the most spectacular of gods could wish to hold her heart. Franz, who had held it for so long, had stolen it from another; not that he’d ever understand this. Even with darkness filling her dreams, and fear caressing her with the intention of smothering; her brother would always be hers. 

“My sweet boy, it was never my intention.” the kiss pressed to her cheek a reminder of lost years, and there’s a true smile on her lips, one that she’d thought long gone from her life. however faint it might have been, that little smile was the first in weeks. and it remained until she spotted the red devils. crystal eyes fluttered closed at the roses dropped upon her lap. roses, oh how she loathed the things. the rose gardens of germany had been destroyed upon her return, a request she still did not regret, and the feeling of roses against her skin brought back terror to her. “though now i must ask you take those dreadful things away from me. burn them if you must.”

Swift was his fingers as he discarded the flowers aside, scarlets upon marble floor –– thrown, trashed, he did not even spare a second. His feelings hurt not because of the rejection upon his gift –– he was not a man with such foolish pride like some in their family, instead curiosity pricked at his skin like how the cold tingled you. “You used to love roses,” he began, but stopped himself before prodding even further. There was the look of terror flashed in her eyes for a flickering moment that she did not even began to hide –– he wondered why but couldn’t bring himself to ask. Not immediately. There was silence between them as a chambermaid gathered the roses in her arms and disappeared back into the background.

the bastard prince wondered when this day would arrive; the day he would interact the the patriarch. It didn’t take a fool to feel the density in the wintry air, and Casimir isn’t a fool, there is an underlying intention for this visit. That brought Ida into the focal point of it; it was only a matter of time. Barely a simper, but a polite one, curved on his lips in turn. “Your Majesty.” He greeted with an civilized tone, bearing no ill-will towards the King of Portgual. No, despite the common whispers of his soulless behavior, he would put the ignorance to rest. There is more than what meets the eye, even though he would not deny what could lead to that assumption. “To what do I owe this visit?”