#voicebled

  ://_ a yellow flower laid on the corner of her dressing table and slender fingers come to shake their way through vibrant locks. she is worrying over Red but it is her job, her purpose to observe and to listen ( and to a lesser extent adore but this is saved for private moments when the world cannot see her mask b r e a k ; ; ; )

        ‘ you look lovely this evening. tonight’s show will surely draw a crowd. ’

          m i n e she wants to say but she keeps the word tucked tight between teeth, ground down between molars and she lights her hands across the feathers adorning Red’s throat. 

             PROMPTO HAD SNAPPED AN UNAUTHORIZED PICTURE of the woman, then directed his routine “ look at her, noct !!  how pretty.... “  phrase. honestly, it was beginning to get SAD. perhaps he’ll confront the beauty and play matchmaker ----------------- after he finishes his drink.  

             DECIDING THAT IT WAS IN THE BEST INTEREST OF THEM BOTH, the prince downed the challenge that was known as BOILERMAKER, his sluggish form placed the glass down with a subtle difference in force, and he stood from the table. receiving curious stares from his allies, he assured them in a teasing tone.   ❛    im gonna talk to that girl, maybe get prompto a date.   ❜   the rooks mouth opened, but it was clamped SHUT by the hand of an eager gladio. ignis merely adjusted his glasses, and waved the heir on.  ah, how a tipsy gathering of brothers aids one another. 

           WALKING THROUGH THE SEA OF DRUNKEN HUNTERS, his focus was split between keeping the woman in his gaze, and making sure he doesnt stumble into any undesirables. noting an open seat at the bar beside her form, he swiftly filled it- an elbow resting atop the cool surface.   ❛    hiya.   ❜ 

« Oh we carry much more than that. much more. »

Royce’s chin rests in the palm of his hand, staring down at Red from his perch on the transistor. His words are soft, mumbled. There’s a subtle buzzing in his words, something electronic.

His gaze moves from Red to the horizon, curling into himself imperceptibly.

@voicebled : / / the world has never been soft, dear heart | accepting ] ]

   ://_ it is so like Red that it is almost infuriating, to say something hurtful and yet poetic enough to belong in the mouths of angels; fury rises alongside despair but she swallows it down and turns narrowed eyes to the songstress, fists clenched around the fastened parasol between her palms. 

          ‘ you would know all about that, wouldn’t you ? ‘ 

          sybil tries hard to bite against all of the emotions. she was never meant to be attached in the first place, this was not what the Camerata had in mind when assigning her and she’s nothing but a disgrace, to her Selections and herself and even to the only friends she’s ever known. ‘ and yet somehow you still make the best of it. i suppose i am expected to do the same ? ‘ 

          ‘ perhaps it will be fair of you to preach these notions when you aren’t so busy leaving false trails for some hopeless idiot to pick up and cling to ! ‘ 

          she slams the door on the way out and when she stops to catch her breath she also makes a decision, one she’d been warring with for weeks.