#leawxlf

👿- They see their worst enemy

Zoey doesn’t have one- not in human form at least. Now a dirty kitchen- that’s definitely something that grinds her gears and puts her in a semi- annoyed mood. 

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

“I’m not sure you really understand who you’re asking.  I’ve probably gotten away with just as much as my parents have discovered.  Um, maybe the time I snuck out dressed as a boy and scampered around with the street kids?”

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

“...it’s a knitted blanket from my babushka.  It’s decorative on my bed but it’s always there.”

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

“Yeah I don’t have the time or patience for a journal, especially where I write down the few secrets I have.”

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

It was his wedding day. 

Valentin was nervous as he tried to straighten out his tie. His siblings were already there, along with nearly everyone else in the kingdom to see him get married. ‘Fuck,” he swore, tearing off the tie and then redoing it again. His hands were shaking as he finally got the tie right, and then his hands were batted away as his mother, Gretel, fixed his tie. 

“You’re nervous about getting married, Val?” she said with a chuckle, tugging on it. “There...you’re good. And don’t worry-you two wouldn’t be here if you two didn’t believe in each other. You know that, right?’ 

“Right, mama,” he smiled softly at her as he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.” 

Gretel chuckled. “For what?”

“Being here...helping us with all of this.” He pulled back and gave her a soft smile. “Keeping Daddy calm.”

[ ➤ ] my muse accidentally punches your muse in the face.

The issue with Pim was that she tended to find herself in trouble even when it wasn’t intentional.  Like the time she had been forced into a dress and heels for a presentation, only to catch the hem and rip it right up the middle.  Or the time when she accidentally swore in front of a Japanese delegate.  Or the one she blocked from memory when she walked in on her parents at 15.  The other issue was that when she got excited or angry she tended to lose control of her body functions.  She was definitely the former when she discovered the new line of chocolates in Lea’s shop, and god the way the Heart of the Devil had melted in her mouth!  She had been so caught up in herself that she had flung her arms in the air, not quite realising the chocolatier had stepped closer to describe something.  In the end the princess’ fist had collided with her friend’s face and she immediately retracted it to cover her mouth.  “Oh my god Lea, I’m so sorry!”