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“are you really jealous of a baby right now?” he almost laughs in her face, something cruel and contentious bubbling inside of him before he swallows it down. rhys is perfectly fine showing his brother that side, but not her. he does, however, watch her actions carefully as she moves to grab more of the substance that only allowed her to be so bold right now. he wants nothing more than to knock it out of her hands, send it sailing away below onto some poor, unsuspecting person. her boyfriend is nowhere close to perfect, not even half of what was worthy for her and she still wanted to settle for him. it was a tragedy, just another inevitable break up waiting to happen that she simply refused to see. “is it really romance or do you just wish it was? are you just floating on some cloud in the sky, looking down and hoping for the best when you know that it’s never going to work out? you’re just going to get yourself hurt for that scrap of validation you want so badly.” he knows his words probably sting, but she always had a difficult time swallowing pills that were too hard for her to acknowledge. maybe some part of him was searching for the tiny crack in her armor that he knew existed, to let him in like she so often did before. instead of coming home to her now, he was greeted with a chasm that had split them further apart than they ever had been. her words cause him to wince slightly, sucking in a breath through his teeth like a hiss. he knows he’s not perfect or an angel, if anything he knows better than anyone that he doesn’t deserve to be happy. and the truth is, he isn’t. he hasn’t been happy in such a long time that the concept of it is foreign to him, he’s simply going through the motions of it all to resemble something normal. “i think you deserve to be happy with someone who loves you and treats you right for all the right reasons, not someone you know you’re going to get tired of or hate.” he states slowly, minding his words. “i just don’t want you to make the same mistakes i made, the same ones i’m making right now. i want better for you than what i have, don’t you get that, anastasia?”
the whole basis of their relationship had been rocked in the recent weeks and it’s damage that can’t be undone as quickly as it was implemented. it pains her more than anything that they couldn’t spend a moment together without things resorting to a screaming match. it’s understandable. there’s so much to unpack, so much that hasn’t been thought out or discussed that it’s impossible for the princess digest it all. finally it’s her turn to push all the buttons he’s forgotten existed. “it’s not the baby ! it’s everything else. just forget it. you’re going to dissect and debate everything i say to you anyway. you’re so much like arthur i bet it makes you sick. that’s our routine now, right ? just fight every time we see each other until we’re strangers again. fine by me.” she hoped to god that never came to fruition. she’s just hurt. she never wants to see him around and walk right past him. it’s inconceivable that the crown princess of mexico and prince of wales could ever see each other at a gala and ignore that feeling of longing as he stood across the room, new family in toe. stas shoots a glare at the hapless aeronaut witnessing this quarrel between two best friends. before she murmurs an apology outlandish accusations are pouring from the male’s lips like venom. cocking her head to one side, she stands at attention before he’s even done with his speech. “what the fuck has gotten into you ? from the second we got in genovia you have had no reservations about being a fucking dick to me. this isn’t you. i don’t even know who you are anymore.” not even in her wildest nightmares would the prince of wales have chewed her up and spit her out like that.
for a moment, she starts to think that she’s the only person she can rely on to worry about her happiness, but that’s obviously not the case. if rhys didn’t care, like recent events had managed to convince stas he didn’t, he wouldn’t be here. it’s that simple when she stops to think about it. but that’s the problem with stas. she hardly ever gets a chance to stop and think. one minute, she’s dancing on the clouds, and the next minute she’s standing in the pouring rain. there’s no reason why. at least, no reason she can deduce, but she feels it all so intensely regardless. “what are you on about right now ? this is all you’ve ever wanted. a real family that doesn’t pretend to you don’t exist. defending piper could have cost us our friendship. now you’re saying that life isn’t not good enough ? if everything isn’t enough, then what do you want ?” she asks, feeling confident she’s caught him in a lie. that’s how it was with stas. she has such little control over her own life that little nuisances like this, being right or wrong, made her feel vindicated. he couldn’t have been more right. they both knew just how awful all of this would end. it wasn’t fair that rhys hadn’t even done anything and yet somehow, he was coming out on top. she just didn’t want to be lonely. she blows a puff of air and tries to level with him. surely he had to see where she’s coming from. “you’re being bitter and spiteful and trying to cover it up as if you really want to protect me. if you want to talk to me about you, about how you’re feeling, then i’m all ears. but don’t project all your negativity on me just because you’re in a bad mood. you’re reprimanding me because you’re being held accountable for your own actions ? what sense does that make. i’m old enough to make whatever poor choices i want to make. you don’t think i don’t know that alec isn’t going to be my prince charming ? of fucking course i do. i’m not idiot. i can’t expect him to change who he is to fit a lifestyle he never asked for. but if he says he’s gonna try then all i can do is believe him until he makes me look stupid. i don’t have a girlfriend and a baby waiting for me at home. so i’m taking what i can get and enjoying what makes me happy right now in the moment.”
a part of him wonders what he’s missed all this time for her to be so bold in his presence like this, another part of him doesn’t care because he likes this version of her so much that he’s willing to overlook everything just to be with her again. alec eyes her lips with something unadulterated desire, it flickers in him like a fire and she’s simply just adding more fuel to the flame. a wayward hand travels back up her body to cup her delicate jaw firmly, as though that would stop her from doing whatever it was that she wanted with him. that was her power, stas always seemed to make him do things he never thought he would with so much as a suggestive whisper. he chuckles at her implication that he’s not fun anymore, if anything, their years apart only drove him more towards the things that she hated. “you’re killing me,” he breathes out, closing his eyes to lean more into what he thought was a kiss before she pulls away from him. he’s quick to gawk, but even quicker to reach out and grab her wrist to pull her back to him. “uh-uh, you left me alone for years. you’re not getting away from me that fast.” he quickly shrugs off his jacket to drape over her arms at the mere mention of her being cold, he doesn’t mind freezing himself if she’s on his arm. “we can make the rounds, i can get a few drinks, and then we can head back. deal?”
“promise ?” she holds her small finger out for the male to take. she blushes when he speaks. it feels good to watch the truth unveil itself in the way he speaks, seemingly letting secret thoughts slip past his lips unintentionally. it’s cute. small words of validation is all it takes to woo the princess. she’s convinced that she owes it to herself to have a little fun. living in the moment isn’t something she gets to do indulge in often. especially not with alec. stas snuggles the added layer placed onto her shoulders. he was nothing if nothing a gentleman. “if i drink anymore of that awful wine i don’t know what might happen. you’ve been warned. i can’t be held responsible for anything past this point tomorrow morning.” she teases, eyes settling over his dimly lit jawline. in her semi-conscious state she can’t help but explore just how much she’s missed him all these years. so much has changed in their lives. stas is not the same person she was a few years ago and alec was... more than likely the same person he was a few years ago. she’s yet to figure out if these two people are compatible with each other, but she’s sure nothing in the world is strong enough to knock the two of them off of each other’s orbits. what they have is too permanent, too everlasting, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. things might waver and change, but there’s no doubt in stas’s mind that alec needs to be in her life in whatever capacity he can be. there’s no room in her mind or heart for pessimism. it’s not just the liquor that’s got her giddy. she can feel his breath caressing her cheeks and even something that minuscule brings a smile to her features. nothing from before mattered. he’s here now and so is she. “as long as we can leave as soon as i say. there’s someone i would really love to avoid right now.”
harper was familiar with the type of smile anastasia was giving her – she’d grown up around them and she had one of those herself. “great, thank you.” the girl said, smiling an honest smile. “it doesn’t have to take long, i just really wanted to get to know you.” harper admitted. “let’s go catch that breakfast soufflé then.” truthfully, she was very nervous and she truly hoped it wouldn’t last too long – she couldn’t fuck this up and the shorter, the better.
off the top of her head there’s at least fifteen things stas would rather do than accompany the younger princess anywhere. “oh no worries. we just need to find a christmas card for his parents. not a big deal at all.” nonchalance is feigned too naturally. she hadn’t committed a lot about harper to memory. frankly, whenever her name was uttered, stas zoned out almost automatically. like autopilot for information you don’t care about. “amazing ! i swear pietro’s soufflé could put gordon ramsey out of business.”
nolan: its a crate designed for men ! they have a meat crate, whiskey, etc. u should look into it !!
nolan: :( :( :( STAS I MISS YOU - WHEN DO I GET TO WATCH A MOVIE W/ YOU ??? :( ditch him for me
nolan: actually homemade! i cooked for us & she made drinks so it was sweet and cute and all that i swear!!!
𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆: that sounds very feasible & easy tysm you are a life saver. i had like... a cart full of hawaiian shirts and thats just a big no
𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆: i don't know :/// everything is so hectic rn i've been drafting this policy for my mom and running around looking for presents. it's madness
𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆: plus it's my turn to be in the honeymoon phase
𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆: i'm literally crying that's the cutest thing i've ever heard. i bet if i asked alec to cook he would order a pizza lmao
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“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.”
an awkward silence falls between the two. it’s so noiseless that she actually bothers looking up from her phone to peer around them. oh. he was talking to her. “is any of that supposed to mean anything to me ? ” the princess asks slowly. the entire matter seems quite complex. wings, wax, absentee fathers. maybe it’s not an invitation to pry but lord knows stas can’t help herself. “i’d love to hear more about your dad though. i mean i thought my mother was a shoe-in for worst parent of the year. sounds like he’s gonna blow her out the water though.”
he doesn’t want to argue with her, but rhys simply doesn’t understand why she’s decided to do a complete 180 on him. stas is his best friend, they’d been through almost everything together and being shut out from her so suddenly and explicitly pains him far more than he’s ever willing to admit. her words force him to rock back on his heels, however, more than a little puzzled about where this was all coming from. regardless of piper and oliver, he would always make sure that she would be a priority in his life. it dawns on him that she’s cutting him off before he can do the same unconsciously and the thought of that makes him bite the inside of his cheek before his angry expression melts into one of sympathy. “oliver is my son, sure, but you’re my family.” he replies, unsure of how to patch this wound over for her. “besides, we both know there’s no replacing you, no matter how hard i’d try.” he glances away at the view that they were supposed to be enjoying, doing his best to hide whatever hurt he was feeling at she continued to throw insults at him. he hated alec, hated the childish nature of his behavior and how he always seemed to drag his best friend down with him. the mere fact that she had chosen the first son’s company over his just made the ball of spite in his stomach grow. “last i checked, you thought he was too immature for you and that it would never work. your words, not mine. he’s not your soulmate, you’re just fucking drunk.” he retorts, not even bothering to mask his jealousy. she replaced him so easily, like he hardly mattered in her life. this had never been an issue in their friendship before, but he wondered now if his attention ever strayed from her again, who would be the next person to come into her life and take his place? “you don’t even like him, you just like that he gives you all of his attention.”
“well it didn’t look that hard to me.” she chimes in before she’s leaning over, sifting through the basket until she fishes out a bottle. stas places her jacket over the cap and does her best to twist it open. it crosses her mind to retrieve a glass for the prince but she ultimately voted against it. if he wanted a drink, he could get it himself. if rhys said nothing at all, he would be faring better as far as anastasia is concerned. it’s like someone’s given him a handbook with all the wrong things to say and he’s reading it verbatim at the top of his lungs. “so what if he’s not perfect ?” she challenges suddenly. she’s being more dramatic than usual, slurred speech accompanied by slowed gestured. “we all want to be loved, rhys. yeah, i want to visit islands and get diamonds for valentine’s day and... enjoy a nice candle lit dinner on a hot air balloon with someone who adores me like everyone else gets an opportunity to. is that suddenly a crime now? fucking haul me over the coals because i want a little romance in my life.” it’s nothing she should have needed to explain to rhys but she feels compelled to. no one has ever questioned the way she felt for her boyfriend with the exception of her family. there’s a hint of something else bleeding through his tone that she just can’t put her finger on. he continues on, skillfully and purposefully infuriating her just because he can. “that was mean.” she interjects quietly. she finds herself searching in the gradient sky too. the princess helps herself to another swig of the bottle. it’s the last thing she needs, however, something had to be done about the incoming migraine. “wait,” she says, a bitter laugh falling from her lips as she tries to process everything he’s said. “i just want to make sure i got this right. you think i’m dumb and you think my boyfriend is dumb and the only reason we’re together is because i’m a desperate attention whore. that’s why i don’t deserve to be happy, right ? but you on the other hand. you get it all because you’re an angel. a model prince and an awesome dad. if i’m so stupid then why are we even friends ? ”
‘ come on, you know this is never gonna work, right ? ’ groomed brows rise in amusement as stas gestures towards the two pizza boxes. it was the culprit of the filtered air in gabriel’s room swell with the overwhelming scent of oregano, various grilled fruit, and grease all concocted into one. ‘ obviously i’m gonna know which one is the vegan pizza and which is the regular, your highness, they’re completely different — which, by the way … if you put any type of meat topping on there, i’ll call peta on you, ’ it’s an empty threat, considering the coy grin beginning to surface past pearly incisors that sink into her lesser lip to conceal it.
he’s more than a little tempted, especially as she grazes her lips against him and a low groan escapes him at the mere thought of all the things he could do to her, of all the things that she’s practically begging him to do. and he’s eager to see this part of her that had grown so foreign to him in the past few years, but she’s more than a little drunk and even the part of him that wanted to push her against something and have his way with her warned him of the consequence of someone seeing them. after all, being around stas meant that he had to watch himself and he was trying his best to be good enough and mature enough for her. “you’ve had two bottles, i can’t believe you’d lie to me like that.” he pouted, though it’s all in good fun. his eyes drift down towards his belt, her small hands against them push him towards the edge even further, never mind the words that accompany them. he has to be good, has to resist the temptation that comes with simply being around her mixed with alcohol. the salacious things that come out of her mouth that remind of him their time in the palace cellar prompt him to press her body closer to his, grinding the tiniest bit against her in his own need. “behave,” he warns her, but it’s more jokingly than anything. “we just got here, let’s show some face before we head back, at least.”
an devilish smile graced over her soft, crimson lips as she toys around a bit longer with her fingers. she’s fumbling way too much to ever be any real danger of exposing him. but she’s getting a kick out of watching him squirm. the wicked spell her delicate fingers had placed onto the oblivious, fervent young man was still lingering after all this time. tucking her lesser lip in, she snakes her arms back up to his chest. it’s been years since they attended something like this as a couple. perhaps she shouldn’t try to defile their saccharine outing. anastasia’s soft, cloudy eyes rested pleasantly onto his. “are you still fun baby ? ” she questions, raising an eyebrow. the faint sound of mesmerizing music hums quietly in the distance, but the only thing she’s focused on is his breathing. she doesn’t hear his warning, or she pretends she doesn’t, he’ll never know the difference, so that’s fine. “show me that you’re fun.” she whispers before brushing her lips with his again. he’s such a gentleman, she spares the thought, finding it hard not to swoon at the mere sight. maybe he is growing up after all. truth be told, she’s not even sure she likes him like that. maybe she’s just trying to make the calculated risks seem worth it, even if alec’s the only one who needs convincing. “fine, have it your way. i’ll leave you alone.” she sighs, stepping away from his intoxicating smile. “i’m literally freezing but i don’t think enough people have seen my outfit yet. i guess we can stick around.”
her words are like a slap to his face, rhys recoiling slightly as though he’d been physically assaulted at how casually she was brushing him off. he doesn’t want to be angry with her, she was his only pillar to lean on for so long that the mere concept of being upset with his best friend is enough to confuse him to the point of wondering if it was something he had done wrong. as much as he wants to just forget that anything is wrong with them, he can’t ignore the fact that she’s been avoiding him since the day after the ball when he’d confronted her and she promised him she’d always be there. “can you at least fucking look at me?” he begs, desperation coloring his tone. he hates the way he sounds, so needy and dependent on her attention. he just wants to know why she’s treating him like this, putting him on the back burner like his own family often did. he never expected her to behave like this, never expected to find similarities between her and arthur. “i don’t give a shit that you’re seeing alec again, you can make your own terrible decisions. you know he’s never going to grow up.” he states, scoffing. “you’ve been avoiding me, like i had to fucking bid on your date at that stupid auction just to get your attention. an auction that your boyfriend backed down on, by the way.”
a small hand rubs gingerly at her forehead and her mouth presses into a tight line. the altitude, the alcohol and the man in front of her all coming together to summon the worst headache she’s ever dealt with. not even an hour can pass before she’s drowning in her regret. it’s not surprising. what did she really expect ? he’s her best friend. of course he knows all the magical ways to wind her up and make her feel horrible. it’s rare for them to be at odds. it’s even rarer for her to lose her patience with him. underneath that untroubled exterior, she’s a mess of uncertainty. she’s still trying to keep her cool, so she breathes out a sigh and merely glances in his direction. “of course you don’t care. why would you ? you’ve been so busy with your shiny new family. i’m surprised you even noticed i wasn’t around.” it feels like they’ll never be able to hang out like they used to again all because he had to go and screw up something so good. the fact that he did this and now their friendship has to suffer infuriates her, but she chooses to keep that bit a secret. it wouldn’t change the situation at hand anyway. “did it ever cross your mind that maybe i don’t care what you think ? the last i checked, neither of us were worried about getting each other’s blessings. at least i know he isn’t going anywhere. i’m sure you know where you can stuff all your unsolicited feedback.” she insists without ever breaking eye contact, feeling like any argument with alec would be better than actually being on this balloon. he’s just jabbing at her until he strikes a nerve but she knows better than that. she’s too smart to reveal he’s worked her up so quickly. “i don’t blame him. sometimes your eyes look like beady little daggers. we can get off this subject though. he’s basically my soulmate and that’s pretty much it. if you were really my friend you wouldn’t be such a dick about it.”
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@regalitytm X closed. — stas.
location: ????WHO KNOWS???? they are lost as heck making each other guess songs
“Alright,” he said, stumbling through the dark, “Let’s see if you can guess this next one—”
Casey cleared his throat and began to sing. “Got up next morning and I grabbed mygun, took a shot of cocaine and away I run… Made a good run but I ran too slow, they overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico!” Not too shabby for a guy ___ beers deep trying to sing in the cold.
His feet tapped a rhythm against the stone paved streets until he stopped beside a closed boulangerie window. “Oh,” he sighed and stared longingly at the display behind the glass, “bread.”
if she were any less drunk, the princess of mexico would be wondering where the hell she was wandering off to. she’d known this man for all of ten minutes before she enthusiastically agreed to go on a late night stroll together. hopefully she’s seen enough snapped to wiggle her way out of this one if things went south. “damn ! i was really hoping you’d choose kid rock ! ” stas takes another long swig of that god awful pear wine, head tilted in the air and nose pinched, as if it were a cheap shot of house liquor. her head and arms shake dramatically as she washes the liquid down. “ mm, oh ! it’s that movie star guy ! the one with the brother ! shoot what is his name ? shit it’s not ben affleck right ? does he even sing ? ”
"uhm, hey, would you want to go get a coffee with me ?” harper asked anastasia after tapping her on the shoulder. she really wanted to get to know her better, because she loved nolan and nolan was very close to stas – and who knew ? perhaps the two could turn out to actually get along.
her expression immediately relaxes into a disingenuous mask. it’s the kind of smile she saves especially for situations like these— unplanned interactions with royals she doesn’t care for. “ yeah, sure, i’ll let my boyfriend know there’s been a change of plans. ” it’s something that still gave her butterflies to say. she’s self-aware enough to know that it’s a nuisance, but enthusiastic enough about her relationship not to care. “ kitchen or cafe ? if we hurry we can probably still catch the breakfast soufflé. ” she offers then. hopefully this won’t take too long.
it wasn’t how she envisioned her night reaching a close, back slumped against the chapel’s rough stone walls, a physical reminder of the strength of the masses and their undying faith. initially, anastasia had intended to rekindle her flame with the omnipresent deity. it wasn’t long before her hopes had formed nothing more than a pool of regret in the confines of her brain, as she carefully retrieved multiple bottles of sacramental wine, held them under her arms and commenced her drinking outside. as she placed her favorite tiny e-cigarette into her mouth, the sound of mischief rang through her ears, forcing her to tentatively step forward for a clearer view of the culprit, immediately reeling her eyes once she realized. “ fraser ! just where have you been hiding ? hopefully somewhere with better wine ! this tastes like tires. ” she admitted then. “ if you’re here, you might as well make use of confessional. ” anastasia pointed an index finger in his direction, reaching closer to lightly poke the center of his chest, then, brought the wine bottle up to the surrounding moonlight, a poor attempt to decipher how much liquor remained.
a soft, whimsical laugh, the sound echoing through the air. often, remy was more amusing than he most likely intended, or she was simply easily amused. although, it was more realistically the latter. regardless, it was one of the many reasons why she enjoyed his company, or rather, searched and anticipated it. it didn’t matter that he wore the most awful clothes she’d ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. he was sad and beautiful and damaged. just like her. “ i want to do something exciting. ” she pouted, rolling herself over lazily to face him, as if she was a petulant child. she plucked another vanilla macaron from the plastic container and nearly inhale it with one bite. “ i feel like sleeping beauty trapped in her. rich, hella cute and yearning to live again. ”
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when wasn’t olivia at some party? now that was the real question. she’s always around for a good time, and around to ensure that others were having just as much fun. however, she could do without the crappy wine — which isn’t going to stop her from drinking. a grin flashed on her face, “ and this — this is why you are my absolute favorite! ” how many times has she said that today to various others? including those she didn’t know? honestly — who knows. when stas came back, she was all to ready to take her glass back and cling it with the other’s. “ then both it shall be. to life long friendships and birth control so we don’t have little gremlins running around without our knowledge. ohmygod. wait. can girls not know we have a kid out there? like is that possible? ”
“yeah, okay.” the princess replies with a roll of her eyes. with olivia by her side stas is sure to enter blackout zone sooner rather than later. it didn’t matter if olivia didn’t like the wine, they were still going to get plastered off pears. she slurps a little bit more and doesn’t bother masking the way her face twists up. you’d think that after centuries of hosting this fruit festival, someone would have learned how to ferment a decent bottle. “crap, i hope not. i’ve always thought i would name my babies with the same first letter. having a kid i don’t know would really mess that up for me.” anastasia often plays into the absolutely ridiculous notions that come from olivia’s brain. it’s always more fun that way. “you can’t trust other people with that kind of stuff. that’s how we end up with six year olds named walter or mortimer. that’s such a tragic moment, right ? it’s like an old man trapped in a little boy’s body. isn’t there a movie like that ? ”
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