* RUINED / KINGDOM

marguerite, that fantastically quick-moving and shiny thing, was much like a coin set on edge and put to spinning – she whirred and whirred and whirred until she either fell or someone slammed her down. such was the case was the girl she’d tapped spun on her with a hard brick of a word. marguerite’s face froze in her confusion before melting off. “well.” she shakes her head, eyebrows raising. “you’re either very distracted, or it’s been a very long time since you’ve gotten laid – - though i suppose those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” she hums the amendment to herself. “i only meant to tell you your coat tie is dragging, darling.”

rémy found himself in a bar despite his coach;s insistence that he shouldn’t be drinking. it’s not like curling required some kind of actual expertise when it came to athletic skill, and rémy was young; he was going to enjoy his quick recoveries from hangovers while he could.

“uh, sorry,” he said as he bumped into gio’s table. “trying to get to the bar. the place is packed tonight, eh?”

it’s been at least thirty minutes since olivia has been at this bar — leaving only to go to a different bar that she heard had karaoke which was a heartbreaking lie for her. so off she left the bar, after getting distracted by quite a few other people there, before back at bar number one. only to spot a familiar face hiding in the corner — and what fun was that? olivia grabbed a bottle of wine for the table and headed straight for that booth, plopping down without a single word. “ yup. but you can totally stay. i won’t complain. ”

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“ we’re going out. ” it’s a statement, but underneath the gentleness of maisie’s voice, the fact that it might be a demand shines through. she sips the last sip of her wine before grinning at gio. she likes looking at him, she thinks. she likes him, she thinks, too, but only sometimes – and sometimes could be enough. sometimes was now. “ but instead of you following me around, i’ll follow you around. don’t argue. just take me somewhere interesting. ” she smiles widely as she looks at him, expectant and teasing all at once.

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open to: @outgrvwn​ @hcrpergrace​ location: uhhhhh somewhere they can eat lunch together

         the table is set with tiny cups, tiny plates, and a teapot sat square in the middle. besides maisie, though, there is no one else at the table. her own cup is filled, her tea a milky tan, and her eyes are focused on her phone. were other people there, she’d think it rude, but being alone, there was neither persons to impress or offend — speaking of offend, her lips pursed as she looked at the time. neither of her sisters are there yet. she gives it until five minutes past to send them both a text message. ‘ you’re both late. hurry it up. ’ it’s sent with love. she looks at the door expectantly.

     harper was running through the halls of the palace, already late for her meeting with her sisters. usually, the young princess was a punctual person, but today was an exception. “i’m here, i’m here !!” the youngest of the barclays exclaimed, busting through the door a few seconds after her phone had pinged. her hair was flowing down her back, she was wearing black leggings, and one of nolan’s hoodies – a look uncharacteristic for her to sport in public, but quite common to those who knew her. “sorry, i was busy with… stuff. where’s vi ??” she asked, out of breath, trying to get her hair to look like less of a mess. 

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“ oh! it’s no problem, seriously v, no worries. i just asked if you wanted to grab a drink, ” because really, when didn’t olivia want to grab a drink? she was looking for just the right person to grab one with her when she had caught sight of violet. though, she was not exactly expecting the hostile tone — but she was quick to forgive and forget. “ so you wanna go? i am dying to grab like something fruity and delicious right about now. ”

it’s a rare moment off, away from the pressure of keeping maisie safe - not to mention the pressure of whatever it is that they have going on between them - and a chance to breathe a little more freely. unsurprisingly, he’s found his way to the bar, a glass of the cheapest whiskey on the menu in his hand. he’s taken up a booth towards the back of the place, a table meant for seating four but perfect for quiet reverie with one. that’s until a figure pauses in front of the table, drawing his attention up though his reactions are slowed by the alcohol in his system. “huh? did you want the table?”

“what?” the word snaps out before she can stop it, irritated thoughts pulling to the surface the general unhappiness that she usually keeps buried beneath her pink lipstick. quick as the word comes, however, violet catches herself and annoyance fades to manufactured shame and embarrassment. “i’m so sorry! that - i’m so sorry! you startled me and i...well, i’m sorry either way. what, er, what exactly did you want?”

⋆ ° ⟡ ( ROB RACO, twenty-five, cis male, he/him ) i saw GIANCARLO ' GIO ' ROMANO at the winter palace. did you know that the ROYAL GUARD is originally from AUSTRALIA? i heard they can be quite HARD-HEADED, but also LOYAL. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because THEY'RE PROTECTING THE CROWN PRINCESS OF AUSTRALIA, but you never know. BRUISED KNUCKLES UNDER BLACK GLOVES, LATE NIGHTS AND EARLY MORNINGS, HEAVY BOOTS ON FINE FLOORS always remind me of them.

⋆ ° ⟡ ( MADISON DAVENPORT, twenty-one, cis female, she/her ) has VIOLET BARCLAY, the PRINCESS from AUSTRALIA arrived yet? i heard they can be quite AMBITIOUS, but also CLEVER. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia for AN ATTEMPT AT GETTING THE CROWN, but you never know. THE EDGE OF MANICURED NAILS, THE INHERENT PAIN OF A MIDDLE CHILD, CURLING IRON BURNS ON MADE UP CHEEKS always remind me of them.