#royaletested

     she quickly covers her mouth as she’s rudely interrupted by a yawn. how long had they been piled on top of each other like this? long enough for the world to gift them with this breathtaking sunset.

“Weiss Schnee!”

Oh, there were so many people here! Penny had already seen Pyrrha Nikos and now Weiss, who else was here that she knew? Penny would have ran and hugged the other girl, but even she knew that they weren’t exactly on friend terms. Weiss had never called her a friend, it had been Ruby that considered them close, and Penny had learned enough about human social conventions to know that tackle hugging the heiress likely would not go down well.

Dropped!

🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

Primrose is a master at bottling up her emotions. I’ve talked about this more in the other asks, but she has learned at quite a young age to mask what she truly feels, as she needed this skill to survive in the environment she was in.

Sometimes, her emotions leak out, though... it can be seen in a few of the chapter conversations in the game, where her companions notice that she isn’t feeling quite right. She is good at hiding things, but no one is perfect-- if someone is close to her and spend a lot of time in her company, they can notice when the dancer isn’t her usual self.

Primrose has difficulty speaking about what troubles her in-depth, or at least, when it involves her own emotions. She has no qualm speaking of her quest for revenge, but speaking about how she feels regarding it... that’s different. While she may not shut down attempts to get to know her if she trusts the other, initiating is more of a rarity.

That was a little rambly but I hope it’s gucci :pray:!

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sniffles… (disgusting wet cough) that’s my sunshine gal! 

i hope eidolon is ready, because ruby rose is reserved for you until december 26th!

Or so she had thought. Sitting on a fence while kicking her legs, forehead creased and mouth in a fierce pout, she'd gotten more confusion than delight. A letter clutched tightly in her hands, she lifts it up and squints at it closely for the tenth time. She must be misreading it -- there really was no other explanation. And yet, those words, by now, echoed around her head by heart, ever so familiar. It was almost as if she heard her voice.

Dearest Tressa... I hope you’re well.

She’d seen better days, but she’d also seen worse. In this moment, though, feeling that girl was almost close enough to touch, yet in another world entirely -- no matter how red her cheeks were, it felt like a low point. “Uuuuuuu... this kind of gift is really unfair.” What was she getting for the holiday season, after all, aside from an irresolvable heartache? With a sigh, she continues lamenting to herself, before realising, once more, another girl was listening to her keening. Immediately, she sits up straight, hiding the letter behind her back. “Don’t peek! This letter is all mine! From someone back home, you know!”

portrayal meme | accepting