#effervcscents

"  what  was  my  stylist  thinking  ?  "  priscilla  muses  ,  pausing  in  her  apparent  attempt  to  dig  tracks  into  the  hallway floor  .  "  i  look  like  a  cake  topper  .  "  she  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest  ,  looking  to    @moltengcld  @hcrexcellency  @effervcscents  for  guidance  .  or  comment  ,  at  the  very  least  .

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆, dancing, and dancing Barbara decided it was time for a break, and a bit of time to recover her breath and went to grab a drink to herself, stared at the darkness outside through the window, and opened it to get some fresh air. It felt good to feel the wind blow a bit, she hadn't noticed a person near her, so she accidentally stepped on his foot. ❛ Sorry! I didn't see you! ❜

Before there is madness, there is silence. An eerie, white noise where panic and screeches should be. Oh, he sees it, of course. The cloud of smoke, coupled by the many staggering bodies coming from the heart of the madness. He cannot always understand Laurie's plight - Javier's voice i loud, and his presence even louder. Yet in that moment, he feels it. The disarray of not knowing what is happening, and feeling undone as a result. Though the Prussian and Iranian guards do their level best, neither Prince is anywhere to be seen. Sweat trickles down his forehead, staggering about the Palace for someone. Anyone. In his blurry eye - he sees a man that looks like the Iranian Sultan. One half of the whole, that set two royal families in disarray. "Sultan Amin." Javier staggers forward, breath smelling of liquor and body sweating with panic. His hands land on his shoulders, tight and insistent. "What have you done? Where is he?"

He arrives on French soil with a humored curl to his lip and a slew of cheeky comments, held down by the most feeble of strings - a withering look from his twin sister. It could not be helped. The manner of royalty and nobility was a peculiar thing, and the shock and outrage over the break-ins was laughable to Ashir. Their visitors need only spend a few short days in his homeland to grow accustomed to it. After all, even the well-to-do could not avoid the impact of war, and Ashir has come to his chambers many times to find a silk garment or a plate of naan missing. Indeed, he is out of place among his new peers, and conversation prompts him away from the ballrooms and courtyard. Ashir may share in their title, but he cannot share in their conversation for long periods of time. The Maharaja makes a point to escape towards the working kitchens (unthinkable to his peers, but commonplace for Ashir). Only a single man in place, dressed in the Swiss colors. A guard, by the looks of it, and certainly more relatable to the war veteran than the perfumed princes of Europe. "Praise fucking be, is that cold ale? All anyone gives me is rancid red wine." Ashir complains out loud, grinning at the familiar sight. No spoils when one served in the military. A cold pint of ale was more comfort than the pitchers of Burgundy or fizzy Champagne, served in copious amounts. "Mind if I?" He gestures beside the guard. "Ashir," he extends a hand.

tucked  into  a  secluded  hallway  ,  away  from  the  bustling  ballroom  ,  seojeong  paces  ,  snow  white  tulle  of  their  dress  trailing  behind  them  at  every  turn  .  "  bi-ya  ,  you  need  to  listen  to  miss  sujin  ,  "  she  instructs  in  her  native  tongue  .  though  her  voice  remains  soft  ,  her  tone  is  stern  .  "  i  miss  you  too  .  but  you  have  to  go  back  to  bed  ,  "  they  continue  .  this  time  ,  as  she  turns  ,  she  notes  a  presence  standing  nearby  .  seojeong  pauses  for  only  a  moment  ,  silently  holding  up  their  index  finger  before  the  pacing  starts  up  once  more  .  "  because  you'll  wake  up  late  .  don't  you  wanna  see  your  friends  tomorrow  ?  "  a  pause  as they listen to their daughter's response ,  followed  by  a  sigh  of  relief  .  "  exactly  .  and i'll  be  back  before  you  know  it  ,  okay  ? good night .  "   with  that  ,  she  ends  the  call  ,  tucking  the  cell phone  back  into  her  clutch  .  only  then  does  their  gaze  fall  on  @effervcscents  again  ,  blinking  wordlessly  at  the  french  prince  ,  pondering  their  actions  not  too  long  ago  .  "  i'm  so  sorry  ,  that  was  …  so  patronizing  of me .  "  she  finally  says  ,  eyebrows  knitting  together  .

[ 👓 ] does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded?

She is very open-minded, she doesn't like to judge anyone, and she is more like a prove me wrong kind of person, if she hears rumors about said person, she prefers to see it with her own eyes instead of hearing rumors through others.

[ ✈️ ] does your muse like to travel? have they travelled in the past? where would they like to go?

More or less. She is excited to meet the world and travel to get to know more people, their cultures etc. BUT the way of transportation to come to some places is traveling in carriages, and she hates ( is afraid ) horses, this is what stops her from going so far. She would like to visit a tropical area, to the beach and see the ocean.

[ 💥 ] is your muse protective of those they care for? if so, how do they show it?

Absolutely, although she is not really great at demonstrating it at times, she would do anything to protect them.

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