#*barbie b.

“b! oh my god-” ariel seized the fabric of her dress to make her way to her sister as swiftly as humanly possible, mild terror only melting into deep concern. “i promised not to say but god- i really, really need your help on this...” ( @barbiebraganca​ )

“sooo we haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened in monaco.” quite a bit has happened, after all! “it was weird... i bumped into isabela’s older sister by the roulette tables, but i was so tipsy i can’t really remember what i said to her. but then everything just got completely eclipsed by the wedding—” her mouth twisted into a small frown, it was quite possibly the most unforgiving response she could have for the subject, and only in the presence of her sister. “i honestly thought... well— that they’ll just break up before there’s even going to be a wedding.”  ( @barbiebraganca​ ) 

“b?” she strode straight through the busy sitting room, staff members with furniture and boxes missing her by mere centimetres. ariel craned her neck to spot her sister in the midst of all the movement. “have you unpacked your clothes yet? i need something to wear to meet up with some friends...” she smiled brightly at the elder bragança, it was all too convenient to be placed in a one-bedroom suite just next door. “you don’t mind riiiight?” ( @bvrbic​ ) ​

small raps at the door, tentative and only slightly tinged with fear     ariel hadn’t felt quite so much as a child as she stood in front of her sister’s door, not for the longest time. she could only hope that her sister might be in a less emotional state than at new years eve. “b, you in? i was wondering if you’re up for lunch at the restaurant downstairs?”  ( @barbiebraganca​ ) 

knuckles knocked firmly at her sister’s door, a cake box balanced on her hip as she paused -- wondering if she should call out and announce her presence. she does so anyway, in the best cheerful voice she could muster. “b? it’s me- i got rogel from the hotel bakery. can i come in?” ( @barbiebraganca​ ) 

“b! barbie?” she pushed through the madding crowd, feeling her own paranoia and anxiety raise to the very front of her mind. there couldn’t be anything wrong! the gunshots and barked orders were all she could hear, and it almost seemed as if no one could answer any of her questions. “what is happening? wh-whats going on? i heard gunshots-” ariel hoped desperately that her sister might confirm her overreaction and tell her it was nothing at all. ( @barbiebraganca​ ) 

“b- b!” ariel cried as she weaved in and out of various nobles to reach her sister, a hand on the side of her head, clutching at her tiara so that it wont topple unceremoniously off her head. “help me put this back on straight... i think i had a little too much fun dancing--” ( @barbiebraganca​ )