#*event: 25

“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​ ) 

“he’s only good looking about five minutes into a conversation, let me tell you that.” she took a loud sip of her third ( maybe fourth? ) long-island iced tea, throwing the spanish princess a little grin from her place in the bar. “you could do so much better! you know that, right? i mean - obviously if you’re not married and all that, you could have your pick of actors! and i’ll still be here telling you that they’re not worth the trouble.”  ( @sylvivs​ )

picture ariel, in a sort of sordid melancholy that she believed had ceased its attempts in capturing her heart. picture her, not being the life of every party and rattling off jokes and bright observations as if she deserved nothing less than the spotlight she so craved. now as she leant against the railings of a small balcony tucked away in a nondescript alcove away from the party, she could revel in the silence, only broken every so often as she sighed out a lungful of smoke. “i never thought of it before -- but people with small families are lucky.” it was then did her eyes fall upon her companion, before flickering away, he looked a great deal too familiar then, even against the backdrop of her home. she tried to quell the thought. “i was being asked the same question over and over again, through the entire night! god... how i hate explaining myself.”  ( @aurcls​ )

she had been pacing out in the hospital corridor for what seemed like hours, watching family member after family member take turns to hold vigil beside her cousin’s bed. they all had motioned for her to come in with them, to which she merely grimaced in return, gesturing that they should go ahead -- ariel had no idea what to do or say without bursting into tears. at least, she tried her best in composing herself before finally making her way into the room, puffy-eyed and sniffling, she thought of whether she’d rather face him awake or asleep. it didn’t matter, however, as the second she laid eyes on her cousin, the dam of tears she thought she had quelled began to break once more, leaving her to gasp and shiver in its wake. “h-hi ale-” she hiccuped out, barely keeping herself together.  ( @alessandrxs​ ) 

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, princess ariel de bragança arriving in her family’s masquerade in elie saab couture and an armani privé veil.

it wasn’t the first time she overestimated her tolerance, always in an impossibly ornate dress and stilettos. unfortunately -- or fortunately, she could never tell -- someone from somewhere always found it within their hearts to catch her. this time was no different. “god i’m sorry!” she laughed, disentangling herself from the stranger’s hold. his face, what little of it was visible, did not ring any bells of familiarity. “-and thank you, i’d rather not make a fool of myself within the view of my entire family tree... that being said i should maybe take it easy on the wine.” ( @vncxnzo​ ) 

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, princess dalia of lithuania arriving in rome for the savoy masquerade in ellie saab couture and a mask of real flowers glued directly onto her skin. 

“tell me, am i pathetic to be joining in this thing? i turned twenty-eight a few months ago! aren’t ‘pub crawls’ supposed to be the reason why university students make so many stupid mistakes?” she pouted into her drink, already feeling pleasantly tipsy from the succession of shots she took with perfect strangers who recognised her. “you better tell me if i’m verging on pathetic, jelani, or i will never forgive you!” trust the actor to be the most dramatic drunk around, it seems. ( @jclvni​ )