#barondeniege

send me a ✍ to see a glimpse of a muse i might want to play.

Prince Hans

   he hums a quiet tune under his breath as he paces   his quarters, so upbeat and jovial - one would   never guess that he was mourning the loss of his   beloved wife, plucked from life in her prime, bringing   their brief trist to an abrupt close.

          catching sight of his reflection out of the corner of          his eye, he pauses in front of the ornate mirror fixed          upon the wall, a triumphant smile, so utterly filled with          malice, spreading across his face as he adjusts the          crown perched atop his head. with a nod of approval,          he continues on to the pièce de résistance, the true          jewel of the room, the throne. he throws himself down          with an exaggerated sigh, sprawling his limbs out as          he claims the throne as his rightful place.

his gaze is cast across the room, green hues falling upon the one thing that may even leave him with a greater sense of satisfaction than the throne - histrophy, the frozen body of his dearly departed wife. a low chuckle tumbles freely from his lips and he reclines in the chair, allowing his eyes to close as he tips his head back.

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

                         ℐ —-—-—-—- ❝Sσ ραƖє. Like you don’t even understand -                          pale than me even, and I’m a ghost. He’s a pretty alright                         guy though - ‘cept when he tells the one story where he                         thinks he kicked my ass, but he t’ttly didn’t. Don’t believe                         ’im ‘cause he’s a liar. And sometimes a dick. But only on                         special occasions, y’know?❞

♫—— ❝ d'you think i should get a                nose piercing? ❞ sarah's                 been nagging him about it';                she says that it will make                 him look "edgier" and that                maybe he won't look as young.                             ❝ or perhaps a lip piercing? ❞

|✻| —- ❝Kyn, I'm gonna need you to take this away from me.              It's staring at me with it's judging eyes. Take it, get it              away.❞ And he promptly hands over a little spider.

What would be expected of the Lady was happiness, joy that someone would walk the ends of the earth for her, to give her the world and then some.

Obviously, such words did chill her bones to the core with absolute delight, but did such a happiness spring upon porcelain features?"

No; Elizabeth wore no expression as her eyes cast in the other direction.

I know she keeps pushing me into ditches

thats how she shows love and I’m just weird so