#julieta.

with: @causethatsiconic

sentence: “ things would be so much easier if we were honest with each other."

Querendo estar no controle e se mostrar prestativo, o príncipe estava ao máximo possível engajado nas atividades com os perdidos. Ora mostrando coisas do próprio reino ora participando de outras atividades e ajudando com um pouco de sua opinião ou conhecimento. Quando viu Julieta, sim ele havia escutado o nome, de todos que supostamente fariam parte de sua história, mesmo que ele se recusasse a acreditar que tudo aquilo viria a acontecer. Era estranho pensar de que ele só havia encontrado Cinderella, pois somente ela havia calçado o sapato de forma correta. Obviamente, ele a reconhecia hoje, mas...e se o sapato realmente tivesse servido a outra mulher? Sabia que era impossível. Cinderella era seu felizes para sempre, e Julieta nem mesmo estaria relacionada com sua própria história e sim de um "irmão" que ele deveria ter, mas a curiosidade estava aguçada então quando notou que a mesma estava se dirigindo ao tapete ele fez questão de ajudá-la a subir. "Minhas intenções são honestas. Eu nem tenho intenções, eu quero mesmo ajudar. Entender quem são vocês que vieram para cá. Posso sentar ao seu lado?"

When in doubt, work out. That was Kit’s motto whenever his body was thrumming with nervous energy he couldn’t get rid of. Dressed in gym shorts and an Ogden College lacrosse tee, he closed the door to #203 behind him and moved to pocket his keys. Though in his haste, he missed the slit in his shorts, shaped metal falling to the floor. Crap. A grunt left him as he bent over to snatch it off the hardwood. When he pulled back to stand upright again, he caught his next door neighbor leaving their room as well. Not Rhia. But someone he’s seen a lot of in photos. “Hey. You’re that Julieta girl, right?” The one who had a post where Greer was seen in the background of. He’s been meaning to speak with her, well aware of the talk going around about her enrolling at Ogden. It would have been the topic of conversation this semester had Greer not gone missing.

        “VELASCO.” esther ushered the other to come into her office. her instructions had been to manage the ducharmes while alaric dealt with the dairs but her role also included getting her team onto the situation as FAST as possible. “please tell me that you’ve found some dirt on grace. i’m getting impatient.” the woman COULDN’T be a saint, no one was. “the whole world seems to think she’s mother fuckin’ theresa and that’s bad for our business. put me out of my misery.” the woman groaned as she leaned back in her chair. esther was indeed an intelligent woman and master manipulator who was willing to take this situation in any direction. if luisa got caught in the crossfire once more it wasn’t on her hands; her MOTHER had already opened her up to that by proclaiming her to the world as the daughter of none other than conrad dair.