#scarletfoxprefect

or not if people don’t tag i just realised ignore me that was a stupid just made

Don’t worry I usually miss things by about a week and wonder if what people are talking about is headcanon or what before I realise hahaha

scarletfoxprefect answered your question: (any more P4 blog I should follow?)

What colour? Red? That makes kissing difficult, leaves evidence right? Bet Ran would like it if you left kiss marks all over his shirt collar

I have red, pink, plum and neutral. I generally wear neutral or plum the most c:

☾—:Willow sighed heavily, flinching as the maid behind her pulled at the laces of her corset and the other pulled at her hair with the comb. She sat there as still as she could though, letting them make her up and dress her up to her fathers approval. Violet eyes slid shut, feeling the cold black liquid of the eyeliner being brushed across her skin, eyelashes being coated as well. Those eyes opened once more, she frowned, seeing that hideous pale pink liquid adorn her lips. She looked so fake in her own opinion. She then stood up and went behind the changing post, putting on fall colored the dress that her father had picked out. Once dressed, she walked to her door, seeing her brother standing there in a suit and looking an-amused as always. "Gregory," She smiled, looping her arm with his. "So, this ball of fathers, I heard he invited a lot of family members from your enemy dorms, that means they'll no doubt drag their kids here, too. You excited?" She asked rhetorically with a smirk.

Once down stairs, she watched her father pull her brother away from her and towards a small crowd of people. "You remember my son, Gregory? He's the perfect of his dorm, you know!"

Sigh

“Hmmh~ You seem happy today.” Oh so eloquent sarcasm drizzled only lightly from upbeat tone as the Scarlet Fox prefect grinned and seemed unabuffed by the others predictably rude response. Oh, he was sure somewhere deep down this was just endearment. Somehow.

|| Completely used to the blond's usual presence and words that were, most of the time, utterly ignored, head tilted only slightly as orbs of a violet hue observed the simple sketch he'd randomly stared -- "Do I?" Questioned in return, distractedly at that.

That’s my fault for not being on often, I apologise