limerence;

The older sibling nearly laughed at her little sister’s statement. The only thing holding her back from doing so was the fact that her laugh was painfully awkward. She hadn’t experienced too many joyous moments in her lifetime, thus the noise was rather foreign to her. Still, her sister was always sweet to her, which was quite a contrast from her normal monstrous personality. It wasn’t her sweet words that made Evie laugh though, it was the meaning behind them. She offered a smile and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

 “Well of course you won’t forget me. I am truly amazing, it’s literally impossible to forget me.”

Evie raised her eyebrows at the male, pondering the idea. It was the first she had ever even heard of such a concept and in a way, she felt sheltered. She only ate her meals with her family, breakfast lunch and dinner like always. Snacking or extra meals outside of that were a foreign concept to her, but then again others had to eat and when tending to a royal family they had to find time to do so.

“That sounds rather odd actually. Although I suppose midnight is technically morning. But still, the whole idea is... odd.”

His words were challenging and Evie felt rather amused by them. She didn’t know the male or why she was even having a conversation about talent skills, especially since the conversation had nothing to do with herself. But if someone wanted to attempt to impress her with a unique ability, then who was she to stop them right?

“Better you say? Would you care to prove it?”

Her eyes narrowed at the statement and if she had no self control she’d probably be displaying a nervous habit right about now. Rumors were the one thing the princess tried to avoid. Although the other’s strange comment had gotten her mind reeling, she wasn’t too sure what she was talking about. The odd thing about Evie’s thoughts though, was the fact that they lingered on one word. Honey. She felt rather insulted really, and she couldn’t quite explain why.

“I hardly think we are acquainted enough for you to be calling me honey. There are plenty of other terms you could use. Also, if you want to start a conversation with me you should be a little more specific on what you’re saying.”

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 { @udmichael }

Every time the girl found herself in this situation, she couldn’t help but ponder over how odd it was. She didn’t let this happen much, for fear of being caught. Or maybe it was a fear of getting close to someone. Even so, she couldn’t deny that she had let the male in further than she’d let most and the feeling was all too foreign. It seemed rather impossible, but Evie couldn’t get enough and found herself going back for more. At first she convinced herself it was because he was extremely good at job—which he was. But once she found herself becoming more comfortable with him, it just felt nice to have his company from time to time.

How did she find herself liked this. Wrapped up in the wrinkled messy tangle of satin sheets on her bed. She lay, her back facing him, as his fingers absently played with the strands of her long black hair. It was almost as comforting as her brush, and for some reason she wasn’t ready to remove herself from the situation as quickly as she normally did. Michael had become her stress reliever so to speak, and he did his job well— which is what Evie would expect as his highest paying customer. Although if word got out that the princess was a regular for a prostitute her mother would for sure have her head on a stick... literally.

{ @udmarcas }

The ball, by now, was in full swing and Evangelica was of course fashionably late as per usual. After making her grand entrance, she gave her greetings to old acquaintances and people worth her time before finally being free to roam the crowds. Of course her duties as a princess were never over as eyes were always watching her every move closely. Still she couldn’t help but indulge herself in a little bit of fun.

The princess walked through the crowd, eyeing everyone carefully. Her little game of catching prey had only just begun. Who would be the lucky soul that would get to be in the presents of a princess for the rest of the night? Their last night. She’d made a habit of seeking out suitors just for the soul purpose of seeing their bodies frozen into statues for her own personal amusement.

Finally she laid eyes on him, a vaguely familiar face—although if you asked her to name him she wouldn’t be able to. Perhaps it was someone she was introduced to in the past, or possibly even tonight. Either way, it didn’t matter to her. The only thing that mattered was winning his affection for the time being before putting him out of his misery. Evie approached him, sauntering almost, with a smile that resembled more of a smirk plastered on her face. The moment she was in front of him the girl offered a curtsy and then straightened herself out again.