Jan 20, 2018
@fraildesign - greeter
“Hey there, can I help you? Are you alright?” The King smiled kindly towards the new face that he had encountered.
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@fraildesign - greeter
“Hey there, can I help you? Are you alright?” The King smiled kindly towards the new face that he had encountered.
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❀ { REVIVING - BUT THIS BLOG IS OFFICALLY ARCHIVED ;
After -- drum roll -- tHREE years. I think.. But, I am back at roleplaying! I have missed it, and I have decided to create a new blog to do this. tbh i'm not sure if anyone is left alive on here.. ANYWHO. Meet me again at this blog!! Same name; same girl; fresh new start! I hope to find familiar faces!! I LOVE YOU ALL STILL.
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A face so beautiful; yet dressed so solemnly. How could a fair maiden like herself be willingly clothed and covered in what may seem like rags. He couldn't help but oh to pity at the sight; yet the cheerful expression only told him otherwise. That said female wasn't a solemn girl after all. She seemed happy ( as far as expression could deceive someone ) and she seemed not to care walking down the pavement wearing ill-looking clothes. And he couldn't help but to want to play God and changed the fate of this woman even if for a day. Thus a pair of lanky legs strode fast approaching said female figure; a few careful taps on her shoulder to garner her attention on him. "Excuse my my fair Lady. If I may -- what is your name?"
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o.o.c ; :c /tucks into my bed with very fluffy blankets and cushiony pillows
yes thank /snuggles
How troublesome it was becoming, to get out of bed each day. He didn't think that he would or could ever feel more embarrassed than he had the moment he returned home for the first time -- he had had to confess to what he did to his parents, and the news quickly spread to his sisters. But as each second ticked by -- each wasted day ended -- the embarrassment and shame only grew, as he had to face his family again, and again, and again.
He wasn't lucky enough to be born into a family of incredibly high standing -- sure, they were rich, and they were respected, but there was a reason he had not been accepted into the Red House. He wasn't lucky enough to find any alone time, as he was sure the others had, what with a house full of girls eager to gossip and always willing to express with horror exactly what they thought about what their brother had done. He wasn't lucky enough to have a clear career ahead of him -- all that he had was his studying, but without a degree, who would take him seriously, anyway? He wasn't athletic, or artsy, or noble...
And just as he found himself doing often as a child, he now allowed his feet to guide him to a very familiar place -- a place where he could temporarily take a break from his own mind and busy himself with other people's problems, instead of his own. He could be perfectly alone, without disturbance, and yet surrounded by people, going on journeys, making friends, defining laws...
The library. A place of refuge for Lawrence. It had taken a lot for him to gather the courage to leave his house, but now that he had returned, he never exactly wanted to leave. Day after day he trudged along until he ended up here, choosing a new book from the shelf and breezing through at least four or five until retiring home again.
Books were all he had left. Weston had abandoned him. And studying was the only thing he knew how to do. Gentle sighs escaped his lips with each page turned, but the sound of paper relaxed him. Maybe if he learned more...studied more...maybe he'd have a chance of reconciling his future.
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Look at him failing at his own misery. If only he were a little more charming and a little less goofy, he wouldn't get a slap across his face. And he wasn't even trying to get the girl for his own -- a friend in college had asked him to flirt with the beautiful blonde here and see if he could bring her to some halloween party the next day since he's the only single guy left. Too busy with work and too busy with his sisters. She looked at him rather too awkwardly when he'd told her something like "I'm like Domino's Pizza. If I don't come in 30 minutes, the next one is free." And wiggled his brows -- also noted how the girl's face changed from someone being charmed prior to the thing being said to someone being harassed. But -- oh well, he couldn't get her.
Felix rubbed the sore on his face, wincing even. "Is that a no? Yes? Maybe?" And another slap before the girl left him alone by the lamp post. So that's a no then. How he wished to know better pick up lines. Though he's confident with his looks, doesn't mean his flirting technique works the best. But for now, he watched the pretty girl huffing, then walking off of him. "Heheh" Felix couldn't help but to chuckle at his own silly, he thinks he might need a cold something to place on his cheeks; that girl had really slapped him good.
angel && little red;;
His exhaling came out short and scanty, his breathed puffed and could be clearly seen in a late autumn night. God, why was he running around like a mad man? Probably a little too excited. He'd promised his friend (an oneesan he'd been crushing in fact) that he'd go trick or treating with her. Last year he'd went as a Minion and this year he'd wanted to go for a little something more sophisticated and more classic -- and hence the Little Red Riding Hood get up. He'd borrowed his mother's red cape for the hood, bless her for being taller and two sized bigger than the petite ballerina and no he wasn't cross dressing. That would put shame to his manliness, and instead, a fancy white dress shirt tucked into black slacks were just fine.
<p> He'd dressed his best for this event just because perhaps he'd wanted to impress the girl he was going to go trick or treating with. (Niki really, it's only some childish event, but he's too excited for it -- and mind you that he's already sixteen). They'd promised to meet just outside of McDonalds and here he was, standing under the lamp post whilst waiting for his friend to come. She was runnign a bit late -- or maybe because a minute waiting for barbie felt like an hour -- time went exaggerating on him and he wanted to cuss out loud for not bringing a jacket along. Who knew it would get cold and -- "Ah choo!" he sneezed, eyes narrowing and lips frowning. Ew snots -- he didn't have a tissue either -- and no, he was not going to wipe this on his red hood.
Hugs the bunny, toni and gretty. Unsure if this is ic or ooc anymore