( ♥. ── ❝ royal heartbreaks ❞ // boop

[☆ marriage maze ☆]

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female - 17 - heiress of china (the bookworm) - outfit - location; the party - tagged; open!

shuchun vibrated excitedly as she waited in her bedroom for the chauffeur to arrive. my first party! she couldn't even begin to wrap her head around how she'd been invited. it was one of foster and emillie's parties; she'd never been to one, but from what she'd heard they could get awfully wild. it wasn't the sort of thing that girls like her just got asked to randomly. and yet here she was, sitting on her bed in a ballgown, masquerade mask, and fake angel wings, waiting to be driven to the first party of her school life. it felt so...unusual. she was almost afraid she'd end up getting carrie'd or something!

through her excitement, however, ran a vein of worry. she never did especially well at these sorts of things; she got too overwhelmed too easily to handle big parties. she had been to a few balls in china, highly regulated and supervised, and those had gone off without much of a hitch. maybe the reason she had said yes to this party was because it was a ball...of sorts. a saints and sinners masquerade. she'd never even heard of one of those before. after she was invited, she'd spent nearly a whole afternoon researching and planning her outfit. she was more on the saint side of things, she supposed. even with her worry, she felt a rare burst of confidence. things are going to be alright. and besides, santiago and pietro were going to be there; if she really needed to escape, she could split off from the crowd with them.

she heard the doorbell ring and it made her jump, quickly strapping up her heels and running down the stairs. "lái, lái!" (coming, coming!) she shouted down, throwing a copy of Goodbye To Berlin into her purse and blowing a kiss goodbye to her leopard gecko, caishen. she greeted the chauffeur as she got into the car, taking the book out of her bag and reading until they got to their destination. "xièxie!" (thanks!) she called as the car drove off again, and looked up at the castle. it was huge! it seemed abandoned on the outside, but she could tell from the music blaring that it was likely gorgeous on the inside. taking a deep breath and shivering, she opened the door and stepped into the party.

[Legend.]

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Ｔａｇｓ－ Foster||Ｃｒｕｓｈ－ Foster||Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ－ clicky
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Chanel, took a sip of the golden sparkling champagne before seeing foster she almost spit out her champagne
but instead slipped her mask on and placed the flute of champagne of a nearby table. Elegantly making her way over to
santiago and rebecca as soon as foster left them, she smiled at the two " well aren't you looking
dashing tonight santiago" her accent showing through, she then eyed rebecca " you look stunning as
well" she added smoothing out her dress as she talked.

she still couldn't control herself from glancing at foster every once in a while, well....he was looking quite handsome.
but she remembered the scandal and how her parents were furious with everything, and she soon snapped out
of her trance....it could never happen again, she just has to bury those feelings forget about them and continue
on with her life.

becoming bored with santiago and rebecca she walked away and sat down in a nearby chair listening
to the music as it flowed through her ears. she took in a deep breath as her hands slightly shook.
It would happen once in a while, the panic attacks they would come on suddenly. she closed her eyes
and tilted her head back and took deep breaths until it faded away.

Thats when it happened. she gained the courage to confront him, to tell him how mad she is.
she stood up smoothing out her dress, or she could have a little fun.... she was barely recognizable
with her mask on and maybe she could just change her accent, she waltzed her way over to him, and
hooked her arm around his " what a wonderful party" she stated hiding her accent as
best as she could.

[imp.]

♕ ＪＯＬＩＥ ♕
ＳＥＶＥＮＴＥＥＮ ♚ ＴＨＥ ＱＵＥＥＮ
ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＦＲＡＮＣＥ ♚ ＯＵＴＦＩＴ

jolie gently tapped her pink cheeks with a small brush. she blinked lightly as she watched her motions in the mirror, correcting the things she did that seemed out of place. her looks would have to be perfect if she was to show at foster and company's party. jolie's dress had been specifically handmade for her, and her only. after putting on the rest of her makeup, made up of mostly blues and blacks, she slipped on her mask.

"je vous remercie." jolie gripped the edges of her frilly dress to show her driver a quick curtsy. the door shut with a satisfying sound that she knew would alert the others that she had arrived. another female was getting out and jolie watched her with curious eyes. it was only shuchun, the heiress of china. jolie continued to eye her dress and espcially her fake wings, she felt herself growing jealous. "you look very pretty, shuchun." jolie lifted her chin and her eyes narrowed as she waited for a response.

[valkyrie,]

( ♔ ) - - ❝ ＲＥＢＥＣＣＡ ＲＯＳＳＩ－ＡＴＨＥＮＳ ❞

─── ( ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＲＥＥＣＥ )

( role. bad girl) ( age. eighteen ) ( sexuality. bisexual) ( gender. cisfemale ) ( wearing. x ) ( location. abandoned castle ) ( tagged. santiago and foster)

curling her naturally light brown hair, becky looked in the mirror. her charming pale blue eyes, which was a trait her and her twin inherited, popped with the dazzling white eye shadow. she picked up her pink lipstick and applied it to her plump lips. a smile appeared on her face as she stood up from in front of her mirror. hearing her phone ring, it had to be her sister. mariana was able to stay home in greece, while rebecca was sent to ivita. she had to admit, the school was a bit fun. her best friend, foster, was hosting and masquerade party with the party girl, emillie. deciding on calling the girl later, the greek heir looked down at her dog, hades and chuckled. rebecca rubbed his head, "i will be back later" she said, leaving her apartment her parents gave her for the summer.

rebecca eyes laided on her new maserati and the driver, who was standing by the car. she grinned and made her way over to the car. the driver opened the car door and spoke, "Γεια σας, την ανωτερότητά σας [hello, your highness]". the princess nodded and took a seat in the back. it wasn't long until they arrived at the party. foster and emillie really did go all out. and the place looked beautiful. stepping out the car, the bad girl smirked. it was her time to shine and she knew it. slipping her mask over her face, rebecca walked into the party. her white dress meant that she was a 'saint' for the party.

the princess blew out her cheeks as she looked around. everyone looked dazzling; something she really wasn't surprised about. walking, someome had bumped into and almost made her hit the floor. thankfully, they has caught her by the waist. chuckling, standing up to her feet. "it's fine...i don't blame you; i would be distracted too." the greek princess smiled weakly. the young gentleman's voice made her blush a bit. suddenly, she felt another hand on her wasit and a english accent spoke. it was foster. rebecca looked at the prince; he looked handsome [as always] in his blue suit. " same to you, foster." she smiled. after his second question, rebecca shrugged. foster had left the two then chanel arrived. a fake smile appeared on her face. she wasn't a very good pal to chanel and probably won't ever be. the costa rican girl said the boy's name who bumped into her and left. the brown haired girl bit her lip, "santiago... that's your name? it's a nice name."

[FallingCelestial]

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heiress of egypt • 17 years old • heterosexual • cisfemale • outfit: xXx • location: abandoned castle • tagged: open

" 'athbat makanak " (stay still) Her mother said as she put the last pin into Kleo's long black hair. Her mother had flown in just for this special occasion and to say goodbye to Kleo. This was the last time she would see her in person for a month or more. Her mother stepped back and smiled as the two looked in the mirror together. " 'ant jamila " (you're beautiful) Kleo smiled as her mom gave her a kiss on the forehead before stepping out of the room. She took a deep breath, giving herself one last look in the mirror. Her black hair was pulled up into a large halo braided hairstyle, she wore a dark red ball dress, and a black mask. On her feet she didn't wear heels like most girls, she chose flat sandals because she found heels to be painful when she was dancing and walking around which she planned on doing a lot.

With her outfit complete, she walked out of her room and into the main room of the apartment her mother had chosen to stay in while visiting. Her dog Sobek came running up to her, his big fluffy face rubbing against her hand commanding to be petted. she gave him a stroke on the head and headed out the door after say goodbye to her mother. A limo lay outside the apartment, a man pulling open a door for her. she said nothing and stepped in careful to get her dress in.

It wasn't long until they arrived to the place where the party would be held. An abandoned castle, " real classy Foster " She said as she made her way into the place. She entered the party, her dark brown optics scanning the crowd of masked strangers. she made her way through the party, looking at the girl's dresses to see her competition. She rolled her eyes, no one could beat her own dress. Her gaze slowly went to the guys all around, she didn't see too much that interested her, yet of course.

[☆ marriage maze ☆]

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female - 17 - heiress of china (the bookworm) - outfit - location; the party - tagged; jolie

shuchun jumped slightly when she heard the voice, not expecting another person to approach her so soon. "Ah!" she exclaimed instinctually, turning around to see who it was. Though it took her perhaps a minute longer to realize who was speaking to her because of the mask, she soon identified the girl as jolie, heiress of france. she knew the girl, but this did not comfort her. an icy spike of fear ran through shuchun's chest; jolie was the queen bee, royalty among royalty. she was a cruel queen, however -- shuchun may not have many friends, but she knew the things other students said, about how jolie knew things. those were the two words that were used and something about them scared shuchun. something about the fact that this girl could hurt someone, hurt her, with only words was a terrifying concept. shuchun shivered slightly as she wondered what jolie might know about her.

still, despite this fear, shuchun put on a smile when the girl complimented her, making a small motion with her shoulders that caused the costume wings to rustle. "thank you, jolie," she replied politely, the foreign name tripping up the flow of her speech. she was on guard - what reason did jolie have to compliment her? it didn't cross shuchun's mind that she might have actually been pretty; she did not have enough trust in this girl. jolie, however, did actually look gorgeous.the black and blue of her costume complimented her blonde hair quite nicely. shuchun decided it was only polite to give a compliment back ,whether the first was genuine or not. "you look very beautiful too!" she grinned, though her wariness turned it just slightly more into a grimace. "your dress, i love it."

[imp.]

♕ ＪＯＬＩＥ ♕
ＳＥＶＥＮＴＥＥＮ ♚ ＴＨＥ ＱＵＥＥＮ
ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＦＲＡＮＣＥ ♚ ＯＵＴＦＩＴ

"calm down," jolie started to smile as she watched the girl tense. "you're the smartest girl in school. i can't do anything without you catching on." she reached out to brush her hand through the fake feathers of shuchun's wings. if she was uncomfortable in any way, jolie would be able to feel and clearly see it. though, tonight, she had no thoughts of revenge or troublesome things. all the main ranks of the school were here, and she wanted to establish allies. china was a steady place to start even though their future leader was quite nervous.

jolie snapped back into attention as shuchun complimented her. "oh, thank you!" compliments were her favorite weakness. "it was only made for this dance, so you can have it after if you'd like it." she made sure to spin around to show it off and make her want to keep it even more. surprisingly, jolie truly didn't have a need for her outfit. if someone else wanted it then why not let them have it? seemingly becoming distracted by another joining the party, it seemed like a good idea to invite them over. tyler woods, heir of canada. another massive kingdom. "hey, tyler!"

[☆ marriage maze ☆]

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female - 17 - heiress of china (the bookworm) - outfit - location; the party - tagged; jolie, tyler

shuchun grinned, a genuine grin, when jolie called her the smartest girl in school. she had a much easier time believing she was smart than believing she was beautiful, and now she could feel jolie's words must have been coming from a well-meaning place. she giggled as the girl ran her fingers through the wings of her costume. jolie must be in a good mood today, she thought to herself with a contented smile, finally untensing her shoulders and beginning to let her guard down. is this what parties do to people? if so, shuchun hoped she'd be invited to a heck of a lot more parties.

she almost couldn't believe it when jolie offered to give her the dress. her eyes lit up as the girl spun, gasping as she saw the light catch it and make the blue fabric seem to shine from the light of the party inside. "really? you are serious?" she exclaimed, hands gripping the top of her dress in excitement! "i would love it! thank you so much!" she moved instinctively to give jolie a hug, but second thoughts made her change her mind and stay back. be cautious. you know who this is, after all. the two of you aren't friends. a second thought, rebellious, answered back in her mind; we could be friends. she stood still for a moment, conflicted within herself, until she heard jolie call out tyler's name. turning to look ,she indeed saw tyler woods, heir of canada, approaching the party. she waved to him with a grin but did not call out as jolie had done.

[belle reve]

♔ Ｆ Ｏ Ｓ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ
━━━━━━━ "getting high on humans" ━━━

the king eighteen tagged;; chanel, ryan


In the midst of a crowd, full of strangers, friends, and enemies alike, was where Foster felt most at home. There was something about the proximity to one another as they all shared a common pursuit of entertainment, different energies buzzing about that made it a nearly hypnotizing place to be. While most people, regardless of how social they were, tried to avoid being in the middle of countless faces, Foster found himself drawn to it. Maybe there was some underlying issue of a need to belong, or maybe a desire for fun, or perhaps just the shallow enjoyment of having strangers grind on him. No matter the case, Foster quickly worked his way towards the masses, no longer relying on the scotch to lighten his mood.

Of course, just standing in a crowd was not entertaining enough. Honestly, that would just be awkward. Oh no, he had to interact with as many people as possible. Being such a fan of crowded spaces, it should come as no surprise that Foster was excellent when it came to maneuvering through them. He unabashedly weaved through the people, some of whom were already stumbling in their drunken stupor- although any seasoned partygoer knows that the majority of the drinking should happen later in the evening- every now and then stopping and striking up a short conversation with a guest. Some of them he knew, and others he had the pleasure of meeting for the first time. No matter the case, they all seemed interested in speaking to the Englishman in blue.

Foster was in the middle of a conversation with a mysterious blonde dressed in all red when he was suddenly pulled away. He let out a short sigh of surprise, then looked down to the girl who'd swept him away. "Well, hello to you, too," he joked with a light laugh. It appeared that somebody was uninterested in merely waiting for an audience with the king. But hey, that kind of determination could be appreciated.

The prince's blue eyes scanned the girl, trying to discover if he recognized her or not. She could be someone he knew, or a complete stranger. Between the slight buzz of the scotch, dim lighting, and beautifully overwhelming energy of the people around them, he very frankly was having a hard time figuring it out. When she spoke, he swore there was some hint of familiarity there, but not enough to be discernible between the chatter and music. Before long, he gave up trying to figure her out and just decided to let things flow as they may. She was quick to compliment his party, to which Foster flirtatiously smirked. "Glad you like it." He soon took control of where they were headed, steering them out of the midst of the crowd and over to a set of chairs. "And might I say, you look stunning." He took another sip of his drink, eyes intently focused on the girl in front of him. She was adorned in a black gown that hugged her body in all the right places, and he truly meant the compliment he gave. "Tell me," he prompted, English accent thick and charming as ever, "You're dressed as a sinner. What makes you as such? You don't look like someone who's committed many sins to me." The last part was a slight challenge, but what else could be expected of the flirtatious prince?

Their conversation continued for some time before another man approached the two of them. Masked by gold and white, Foster could be certain upon first glance that this person was, in fact, a stranger. He flashed his signature, charismatic smirk towards the guy as he asked, "Enjoying the party?"

[ryan!]

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xxxxxname egor ryan ross
xxxxxage 18
xxxxxgender male
xxxxxlocation the party
xxxxxtagged kleopatra
xxxxxrole arrogant, russia
└────────────┘ "And I'm Foster, and you're more than welcome to call me Foster" After making a slight face Ryan bites back a rude comment he could have given the boy. Although he was only playing, Ryan was usually all seriousness and to be mocked.. But he'd agreed with himself he'd try and play nice tonight with this guy. Maybe he'll change his mind, what with the way he thinks he's better than Ryan. Honey. Don't even try you're embarrassing yourself.

While his thoughts strayed Foster attempted to introduce Ryan to the woman beside him, Chanel from what Ryan already knew. His eyes grew accustomed to her in the time of his little crush, her hair her clothing. It's kind of odd, but it wasn't like he knew her right off the bat out of the corner of his eye, just upon first couple of glances the bridge of her nose was what did it. When Foster asked her of her name, she doesn't answer and Ryan's taken a bit aback, though it's alright she doesn't need to speak her own name in his presence. The cold bite of sarcasm laces his thoughts.

Foster concludes that he thinks Ryan's dress seems to be more on the sinner side of things. Ryan watched the smirk curl up his face.
"But one must also consider that it's a masquerade- the perfect place for falsities to take root." The other boy speaks once more. Ryan wants to take a jab at him now, and he will. Not exactly pushed to the edge, but nudged closer to it. "I would say the same about you, sir" Ryan hisses softly so it doesn't come out such as harsh-sounding. Just a jab, not a full-on sword fight, if it may come to that.

It's then when Chanel reaches a hand to Foster's face, and demands to be alone with him. That was when Foster offered for Ryan to always be open to prove him wrong. That was just what Ryan was going to do. Foster's wink almost left Ryan in a daze before he snapped out of it. When they parted, it was an odd feeling, but A feeling at that. Ryan felt like he could breathe. It felt nice.

The death of all conversations lead to new ones, so he decided to head back to the food and lay in wait of his next victim..
Who was he kidding? He just wanted another chocolate covered strawberry. And as he gazed around the room, he focused in on a beautiful woman with a dark red dress. The colors complimented her skin tone beautifully. When he was done eating the strawberry he was munching on, he walks carefully over to her, getting a feel for the way the mask she wore hugged her face. Wondered if he could tell who she was without the dress and the mask and.. Yes he definitely could. Her natural beauty couldn't necessarily be masked by just a mask and a dress. "Hello, mi'lady" he speaks softly and offers her his hand so that he could kiss hers like a gentleman. "I go by the name Ryan Ross the third. And you?"