#offrailty

patsy had to deal with quite the guy at the dance she had been invited to, more likely her father had been but she had lost him in the mass of people there and most unfortunate it was just her luck that she had run into someone quite unpleasant company. it just seemed the only way was to flea since being friendly and talking to him didn’t work. yet, just before she managed to reach the doors to get some air a hand grabbed her and she might’ve risen her voice a bit to much. for once she didn’t think and forgot her manners. martha’s eyes went wide when she had realised who she had just been rude towards too.

Le visage familier mais pas vraiment assez connue. Les yeux de Philippe, les lèvres de lui-même.  Mais quand elle lui a vu elle souriait. Sans doute c`étatit quelqu´un qui va etre important. Maintenant, il était seulement un homme étragner. Noble oui, mais personne qu´ elle a déjà vu à la Cour. Aussi leur habillement pas assez de mode contemporaine.  “Monsieur, je peux vous aider?” 

❛ i don’t give a fuck about my family name. ❜

patsy had not been working on the flower crown for long. she used to make them with her mother and place them on who ever would come by. siblings, parents, servants and slaves. her fingers had worked quickly. she had been making a few already and made another one as she saw the prince sit in the grass. bare feet touched the green as she walked over to him, placing it upon his head. a grin forming on her lips as he leaned back and looked at her. “merci beaucoup!” martha replied happily before letting herself down next to him. her skirt was falling around her in a puffy circle. looking at him she admired her work: the crown of wild flowers in his curly hair. she had done a good job.

It took a long moment for Amalia to respond, the question turning over and over in her head. Did she love Joseph? His statement was certainly true -- she was supposed to love him. They were engaged to be married, an arrangement that had been made for them for a long time now. There was nothing either of them could do to change that. “I... do not know,” she finally said. “I want to love you, but I also don’t see how it really matters. Whether we love each other or not, we are to be married.” She paused before asking, “Do you love me?”

Philippe simply smiled at the young prince. Even after the amount of times he had been with Joseph, it always still surprised him how how adorable he was. “Of course I enjoy it!” he replied. His words were punctuated with several kisses to Joseph’s jaw line. “Don’t you, mon amor? Don’t you love how easily I can make you melt under my touch?” Philippe’s tone was practically a purr as he traced a hand down Joseph’s body, resting it on his thigh.

Louis frowned as he listened to his son. The poor boy was still so young and had already suffered more than anyone deserved. As much as it broke the king’s heart to see Joseph so sick, especially with the boy’s poor sister being sick as well, it broke it even more to hear him talk like this. “Maybe you can not live forever, mon fils. But we can certainly help you to live a long time, oui?”

pippa smiles a bit at the other’s words. it always makes her feel great knowing that she’s not the only person who thinks good of the world.❛ i wholeheartedly agree. people are born good, i think. evilness is, like, nurture, not nature. i don’t think anyone’s really born awful. i’m glad we both feel the same way. ❜ lips curl up significantly more as she speaks.