( ♥. ── ❝ royal heartbreaks ❞ // boop

[Legend.]

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Ｔａｇｓ－ Foster||Ｃｒｕｓｈ－ Foster||Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ－ clicky
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a smirk was planted on her beautifully colored lips, " well, you would be suprised...besides black looked better on me" the last word hand more of a hint of her accent and she bit her lip, in error. her brows furrowed as another man approached.
great.... she leaned back into the chair her black hair swaying as she leaned into the chair. she glanced at foster
he was quite handsome in his attire, but he was a mistake....a mistake that made her a fool in the eyes of her parents.
she needed to get him alone and give him and his beautiful enticing smile a piece of her mind. She was humiliated
and left with a child....she was going to keep, But nature had cruel ways of fixing things. Her blue eyes wandered over
to the other man, the man seemed to be fixated on foster.

Swiftly grabbing a flute of champagne of a passing tray, she took several sips and her ears slightly buzzed. Probably
from the earlier drinks that day. She may have gotten a spark of courage from the drinks or somewhere deep in
her heart, But she wrapped her delicate fingers around fosters face and turned his face to face her. " i hate to interrupt this lovely conversation between you two but i would love to talk to the man of the hour... alone" she spoke before releasing his face and running her fingers down her chin before returning her hand to her side awaiting an answer.

[broken*]

name; santiago javier fernandez
kingdom; spain || rank; lone wolf
location; abandoned castle || tagged; rebecca, foster, chanel

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his eyes were locked on the girl, and his hands had barely left her petite form when, of course, foster came twirling in out of no where, wrapping his arms around her waist. he looked dashing, as always, and was clearly trying to portray himself to be an saint with his powder blue suit, although everyone knew that was far from the truth. he was clearly a sinner, but santiago just grinned and shook his head, keeping his mouth shut about it. he had momentarily forgotten about the ball's theme, and gone in his dark brown suit, his wolf mask giving the good boy a rather sinner vibe. at the lad's words, he rolled his eyes quickly, before offering his hand and pretending to shake foster's for the first time. "santiago's the name. wonderful party, from what i've seen so far, foster!" and of course, like the whirlwind he was, just as quickly as the lad had arrived, he had gone again, off to the next group of people to talk to, as was his nature.

his eyes once again returned to the petite girl in front of him, waiting for her to speak, before a girl in a gorgeous black gown arrived, and although she clearly was trying to hide her accent, he knew immediately who she was; chanel was the only one who truly complimented him in the manner that this young woman did. gently bowing his head to her in respect, he took her hand and gave it a soft kiss. he may not really like the girl much, but he had no desire to stir up trouble or make an enemy."and you look stunning as always, miss chanel." and then, much like her nature, he noticed her eyes wandering towards foster. knowing the drama that had gone on there, although he wasn't supposed to, he said nothing as the girl whisked off into the party. finally, it was just him and rebecca. he always had found the young woman to be extremely attractive, and her dress truly fit her like a glove. he was shaken from his thoughts when a gorgeous voice emerged from her small form, and he offered his hand, taking hers and planting a gentle kiss on it, like the gentleman he was. "that is correct. santiago javier fernandez, of spain. and you are rebecca, of greece right? it's a pleasure to meet you officially, you truly look radiant tonight." he didn't even try to hide his accent as he smiled at her.

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[belle reve]

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

the king eighteen tagged;; chanel, ryan


Foster kept his gaze from breaking away from the beautiful masked woman before him. She countered that he'd be surprised at the things she'd done, but before he could slip a comment in there, she replied to his remark on her outfit. He nodded, confirming "I agree. Black certainly is your color." However, he wasn't letting the first half of her comment go just yet. Leaning in just ever so slightly, voice getting just a little quieter so the girl would have to put more focus on him, he then inquired, "And what, exactly, would surprise me?" Foster certainly had seen more than a thing or two in his life thus far, experienced countless types of people. He knew she wouldn't genuinely surprise him, but there was nothing wrong with having a little fun with her.

However, the conversation did not progress much further from there. The other man approached, who introduced himself as Egor Ryan Ross the Third. The king stood up from the couch to meet the handshake with a firm grip. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryan. Glad you could make it." He ran a hand through his hair, taking a quick glance around to survey the party. "I'm Foster, and you're more than welcome to call me Foster." The last part was intended to crack a small joke, mimicking Ryan in good fun, and the slightest twitch on the right corner of his lip revealed as such. He'd never been much for formal greetings, especially in settings like this, henceforth the joke and use of only his first name. He was sure Ryan would learn his last name if he so desired.

He glanced behind him, flashing a flirtatious grin at the woman still seated upon the couch before looking back to the other man. "And this lovely lady, Ryan, is--" he cut himself off, looking back at the lady. They hadn't gotten as far as names yet, not the Foster ever quite cared to get there. With hookups or anything, it was usually better if he knew next to nothing about them and they only knew what they heard from others. "How can I refer to you, darling?" He assumed she wouldn't provide a real name- most people didn't at parties, especially when looking for a hookup.

Ryan then posed an interesting question- sinner or saint, how did he appear? Foster let out a short laugh, pleased at his counterpart's interest in the theme and how he viewed him. "A saint or a sinner?" he repeated, taking a moment to soak in the boy's appearance. "I have to say, Ryan," he started in his thick English accent, "your appearance seems to allude to that of a sinner tonight." He was mostly adorned in dark colors- blacks, reds, and arranged in a unique fashion that seemed less put together than that of a saint. His smirk took up full residence upon his lips once more, though, as he undermined his last statement. Taking one last look at Ryan's angelic mask, he concluded, "But one must also consider that it's a masquerade- the perfect place for falsities to take root."

Before he could find out if Ryan took his words as a joke or an insult, Chanel stepped up to them, gently pulling the king's attention towards her. She requested a private audience with the king, lulling him ever closer to her. "My goodness, you're determined," he flirtatiously teased. He glanced back towards Ryan, bidding a quick adieu, "But of course, you're welcome to prove me wrong," he challenged in relation to his last statement to the guy. "Perhaps we'll see one another later." A wink, and then he was off.

"Shall we go somewhere quieter?" The heir of England confidently strode through the crowd, gingerly bringing the girl along. Before long, he'd found them a quiet room, secluded from the majority of people.

[Legend.]

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Ｔａｇｓ－ Foster||Ｃｒｕｓｈ－ Foster||Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ－ clicky
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As soon as he brought her into the quieter room, she stepped closer until she was close enough
to suggest a kiss. What good fun she was having, teasing him with a kiss. But swiftly raising her
right hand she swiped him across the face, and stepped back. Her mask covered in a mix of
gold and black, was carefully untied from the back to reveal the beautiful face of chanel.
she started pacing back and forth her black lace dress gliding behind her.
" you really think you would get away with your...." her eyes started to
water but she quickly gained control of herself. "sins" she finished with
a hiss.

" you made me look like a fool....ever believing that you could be a decent person"
she found a nearby chair and sat down holding her head in her hands. Before looking up at him,
why was he so attractive, why was he so cunning and smart....that she had to fall for him.
standing up she quickly glided over to him. " you had another woman, while i was
with child...how could you be so self centered and heartless" she snapped poking him in the
chest where his heart would be located.

[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?"

ooc; my computer glitched when i was copying so the last post of ryan's is the same as this one i'm so sorry i don't know how to fix it without re writing a post i've already done!

[belle reve]

♔ Ｆ Ｏ Ｓ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ
━━━━━━━ "teen hearts beating faster, faster" ━━━

the king eighteen tagged;; chanel


Foster sat down, allowing a moment for the masked woman to indicate what she wanted. As much as he loved hookups, he had enough respect for himself and others to avoid making them do something they didn't completely want. He watched carefully as she brought herself closer to him. The king began to close the small gap she left, taking one last look at her eyes to realize... Smack. Before he could even state the name of the girl he now recognized, her palm was colliding with his cheek. "Chanel," he hissed. Perhaps if he said it a second before, his voice would have been full of surprise. But now, it conveyed his clear frustration, partially with the fact he hadn't recognized her and partially with the fact that she just freaking slapped him.

Her mask was now off, and Foster did the same- there was no need to hide behind a mask or play up the illusion of the party, not right now. There was obviously a more serious matter at hand. Chanel made some remark about how he couldn't get away with his "sins." Come to think of it, though, he could not think of anything too terrible he'd done recently, especially in relation to her. And by the end of her hissed-out accusation, he couldn't help but laugh. He leaned back comfortably, figuring it was just another hissy fit from some heartbroken girl. After all, that's all she could be to him. "Well, nice reference to the theme, much appreciated," he countered sarcastically, grin slowly finding its way back across his face. "And it's nice to see you, too, babe."

It was not as easy to be nonchalant as she continued speaking, however. Foster observed as she brought herself over to a chair, lamenting of how he made her look like a fool. Slowly, the look of satisfaction began to fade. "Ever believing that you could be a decent person..." His brow furrowed, trying to figure out what exactly she was getting at. "I..." he started, racking his brain for something and internally yelling at himself for doing so. Why was he so concerned over what this girl thought of him? He knew he was not a good person, he knew everyone knew he was not a good person. Countless people had yelled at him over it and it did not phase him, but when Chanel said it, it left his ears ringing. "I'm not quite sure what you're getting at here..."

She swiftly stood from her chair and was soon in his face, adding a jab to the chest for emphasis. The next point she expressed changed his mood once more. He was partially confused, partially amused. He had another woman? She was with child? A small smile played on his lips, partially believing that what she was saying was joking around. Back when they were hooking up, they both had joked about how people would always be upset when they led them on and it amounted to nothing, and perhaps she was mocking others they'd discussed before. Unsure of the exact situation, however, Foster opted to counter her words. "The test was negative, Chanel. False alarm, you told me yourself." He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his body relax once more. This couldn't be anything major. "And you say that as if you weren't seeing countless other men while we were seeing one another." Their relations were not exclusive on either end, so he found himself confused at her sudden bout of what seemed like possessiveness. "You're sounding like you're my wife or something, bloody hell." A small laugh followed that last statement, meant to be a joke but perhaps dangerous in the mysterious situation.

[Legend.]

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She rolled her jaw, then she looked dumbfounded " i lied about it being negative
because, my parents and several rumors said you were sleeping with someone else so i took the child
as my own....without you, but it did....not last" she tried to say those last words strongly, but it just wouldn't happen.
She sat down next to him, shooting him an icy glare...which had more affect due to her ice blue eyes.
” I thought confronting you would make me feel better so that I could move
On” her lips pursed as she let out a frustrated sigh, ” but it seems you
Just think of me as collateral damage” she knew they weren’t exclusive, I mean
Its pretty much a given when your with foster. But she couldn’t help but feel that their was something
There, maybe its gone now….but there was something.

delicately tying the silk strings of her mask behind her head, she took a deep breath before
standing up once more. Fixing her posture and putting on her protective but dangerously beautiful
smirk, she whirled around to face him once more " just remember...i the heiress of
costa rica will remember this when i become queen" she calmly said before gracefully
heading towards the door " have fun darling, just try not to get another girl pregnant again"
she opened the door and floated back into the party.

[valkyrie,]

( ♔ ) - - ❝ ＲＥＢＥＣＣＡ ＲＯＳＳＩ－ＡＴＨＥＮＳ ❞

─── ( ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＲＥＥＣＥ )

( role. bad girl) ( age. eighteen ) ( sexuality. bisexual) ( gender. cisfemale ) ( wearing. [url]x[/url] ) ( location. abandoned castle ) ( tagged. santiago)

the greek princess blushed under her mask. she never really had a prince, besides foster playing around, kiss her hand. to be honest, she would've punched them in the stomach. rebecca chuckled a little; it was a cute one at that. "it's a pleasure meeting you too. and the same to you. i've never seen anyone rock a wolf mask as good as you." she complimented the spanish prince. the people of the party were getting more hyped and becky couldn't help but like it. it was fun to not be under a adults supervision. pushing her brown curls behind her shoulder, her blue eyes looked up at santiago. "you wanna dance? i need to see what the prince of spain can do." rebecca smirked. without waiting for his answer, the princess grabbed his hand and ran over to the dance floor. everyone was happy and joyful. starting to dance, becky looked around and saw chanel leaving area. she must've been with foster. blinking, rebecca tried to get out the idea that her best friend was in a ridiculous situation. looking back at santigao, becky smiled weakly and continued to danced.

[FallingCelestial]

♢ Ｋ Ｌ Ｅ Ｏ Ｐ Ａ Ｔ Ｒ Ａ
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heiress of egypt • 17 years old • heterosexual • cisfemale • outfit: xXx • location: abandoned castle • tagged: ryan

Kleo had been too distracted in her studies of the guys and girls here today to notice someone come up to her at first. she turned when she heard a deep voice introduce himself. She smiled softly and placed her hand onto his so that he could kiss it. " Kleopatra Aziza but I got by Kleo. " A small smirk spread across her face, " You seem like quite the charmer Ryan. " Her gaze swept across his suit and up to has masked face. She found him fairly good looking but whether he was a sinner or a saint still eluded her.


ooc ; sorry this is short! but it is exactly 100 words.

[ryan!]

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xxxxxname egor ryan ross
xxxxxage 18
xxxxxgender male
xxxxxlocation the party
xxxxxtagged kleopatra
xxxxxrole arrogant, russia
└────────────┘ Ryan pulled her hand to his pink lips gently, leaving a soft, show stopping kiss. He lets his eyes drift up to her as he lets her hand go back to her side. She introduces herself as Kleopatra Aziza with a smirk he couldn't help but return. It looked good on her, quite frankly. "Kleo, Kleo, Kleo." He tries the name out a couple times. It rolls of the tongue so nicely.

" You seem like quite the charmer Ryan. " Kleo says, and instantly a small smile stretches across his features. It wasn't unlike him to smile, they just would never meet his eyes. No person got any more, no person got any less. "Well, I have to say, that I am trying to be, Kleo." He likes to say her name. "I'm..the heir of Russia. Don't know if you could tell by my accent or not.." He gives a sly smirk and a wink, making sure his accent was extra thick in the last sentence.

His eyes scan her once more, noting her shoes and makeup this time. They were very nice. But what he really adored was her dress. The color captivated him in a way all these other women here didn't. Even the men didn't look all that great from what he'd observed. But the shade was so delicately places in the sea of whites and blues and blacks. "Saint or sinner, my dear?" He asks softly, looking into her eyes and holding her gaze.