#austerose

Aristocratic features couldn’t help but form a grimace as fingertips pressed daintily against the torn linen of his shirt stained crimson. “This? It’s nothing much. I’ve had worse.” Of course, that worse was merely a little owwie, barely more serious than the laceration marring his skin now, received in some sword training with his father at a young age. Auster had never seen the typically docile Queen so enraged before in his life and feared he’d be forced to take over far too early after she murdered his father and was locked up in the dungeon for it. Putting on one of his famous the-devil-may-care-but-Auster-does-not grins, he chirped, “Besides, I hear people totally dig scars!”

Food, what blessed goddess had seen fit to deliver such an angel unto him in his greatest hour of need? Coffee toned eyes widened to their limits, petal pink lips parting the barest fraction to reveal sparkling white canines. “Yes, yes I do!” Almost like a little beggar child, hands were offered up before him, cupped in supplication as the eldest Rose practically begged like a puppy. “Are you merely making a statement or? Because I may be a prince, but odds are on me diving into that trash can trying to save them, honestly.”

(‘—nods once and grips her hand just like he was trained to, firmly but not too tight as to seem domineering, since the situation didn’t call for it, bearing a mildly impish grin) Pleased to make your acquaintance Camila! I look forward to working with you and congratulations as well. Actually,  (‘— releasing her hand, he digs a pack of official looking business cards from one of his blazer pockets) I was planning on handing these out to everyone in the Union, in case of any problems, but you saved me a trip.  (‘—holds one out to her, all his contact information including dorm room, email, and cell phone number, printed fancily across the rosy pink surface) Don’t hesitate to let me know right away if something comes up!

oops i did it again physical features meme

margaret’s hands are not as small as most ladies, but still way smaller than a boy’s. that being said, her palms appear to be quite large (especially her right one), but her fingers are thin and long (even her thumbs) and i think i’ve mentioned before but her wrists are really thin and might appear to be weak and bony - much like her ankles - but she can lift some weight. it goes from a bouquet to a bastard sword, if she put some extra strength and determination into it, but for her own reasons, she prefers to let others carry whatever it is if she can help it. 

her palms could have been much rougher than they actually are, but she was taught to keep them smooth and pleasant to see, smell as well to touch and so she keeps them soft, smelling of her cherry body lotion more often than not. she was also taught to not fidge with her hands much, and margaret doesn't has the urge to do such a thing at all, as her nerves seldom get the best of her. rarely though, she feels the need to cut her thumb's skin with her nails, but that only happens when she needs the pain to focus.

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▸”That may have been my fault.”  

it wasn't too often that henry found the energy to pull the performer in him from it's depths and actually swindle students--but when he did he took it upon himself to make it as innocent as he can. so with a small tray table set up between the south and west buildings, he lays out three cards, face up, on the table. anyone passing would see three aces: a clubs, a heart and a spade. with the remain cards, he played with them between his hands, cutting the deck in a series of fans and throws, something that he knew the younger, more gullible students would enjoy.

"step right up, try to win twenty dollars!" he elevates his voice a fraction in order to attract attention--the right kind of attention. students begin to gather around him and each time he wins; none of the could pick the red card no matter how hard they tried. as if it was impossible. (it was). they'll walk away disappointed, vowing to return with more friends and more chances for them to win (they won't).