Distantly Close (Fuscontidox & peach tea!)

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1x1 rp

Angelina: Angelina's life was simple. But at the same time it was tough. Being a royal princess didn't help her in any way. She hates being adored and being heir to the throne of a struggling kingdom and family. She doesn't want to be Queen nor take on the responsibility of even being royalty in general. Often times, she would go out in a disguise and meet new people in her kingdom. She values them, as they don't recognize her and don't praise her. (Directly out of her profile) --Owned by U n d y n e.

Leal: Leal comes from simple farm life, though his family actually holds noble title for a great sacrifice to the crown many generations ago, they are very minor and hardly mind the title that follows their lineage. His family however has three daughters and two sons, he being the youngest son, has no such responsibility of carrying his father's heritage, and does not wish to run a farm regardless. If he had the choice, he would sit and paint from dawn until dusk for days on end, but being as he is, he made a promise to his father to make the most he could out of the title he holds in his bloodline. So Leal took to becoming a castle guard, but he is a guard of the wall, and thus has never seen the inner most of the castle, meaning the faces of royal blood are something he is not allowed to see, nor has he ever seen them, only the generals they have put as superiors over him. --Owned by Fuscontidox


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This begins on a day when the sky is clear during the town's busy season, street ways are not necessarily packed, but there's enough people to call it crowded. the town has a fluctuation of winds in some areas, shade others, but mostly heat drafts beaming down from above.

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(bless ur heart friend lmao, a lot of people call her angelica so it's okay = w =)

Angelina looked in her tower mirror and sighed. She took off her crown and jewels and placed on a simple commoner garb, and headed off into town. Her father was too busy with dealing with some of his subjects that she snuck out easily. She headed onto the busy streets and found one person in particular rather interesting. Whoever they were, their painting was quite interesting. "Excuse me, sir?" she said, her voice sounding to regal. She cleared her throat in an attempt to hide her royal status. "Might I ask what you're painting?"

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(;w; i feel bd though cause like i prefer angeliNa over angeliCa?? so its like weird that i flipped it??? x'D and starting the thread is no prob :'>)

Leal reached to his side and held his handkerchief to his brow, dabbing down the sides of his face and the back of his neck, the heat was almost unbearable, at least it normally would have been if he hadn't found inspiration in town on such a rare occasion. The heat had followed him, and despite being in the shade just between two buildings, he was being baked alive.

A soft sound drifted, null at first to his zoned out seeming expression as he stroked the canvas. It took a moment for him to turn from the glinting colors of the wet paint to the face of which the voice had come from. it wasn't often he had people watching over his shoulder in public, he looked from her to the salesmen across the way, watching the silver necklace in his hand turn white in the sun as it spun gingerly from side to side, the large red gem embedded into it burnt like flames and fading blue like the hottest it could be on the left and right as it rounded into the clawed encasement that held it in place.

"There's a gem across the way that reminded me of the eye of a dragon..." he said, though he didn't exactly know what a dragon looked like, let along if they actually possessed such an eye as that gem, he could only imagine a beast as ferocious as such must absolutely resemble it. He drew his attention to his painting, watching the wisps of white and silver haze like smoke seeping through the crevices of the monster's dark set scales, the eyes boring into the onlooker with its hypnotizing gaze of shifting colors, similar to that of the light illuminating from it's nostrils. a barely touched outline of a small creature was sketched into the image, five times smaller than what it would be facing once the piece was finished.

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Angelina looked across the way to the salesmen who held the gem. "Woah... I wonder if dragons have eyes like that...
but you painting, it looks so well done so far..! I wish I could paint, but I'm usually stuck at home in my room..." Angelina said, sighing. "anyway, the name's Angelina... uh, after the princess, so my mother says"


(it's okay x'D my friends irl have a thing for spelling my name wrong so im used to it i guess???)

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(;v; #MyBasicLastName #SoSimpleItsComplicated)

He looked to her, tilted his head, and determined the name suited her in its own way without saying a word, he turned away once more. Leal's attention glued to the salesmen for another check to tidy up the eye's design, "I think i would be a little freaked out at the accuracy, though it would be quite the striking gaze, im sure it would cause man to fall victim to his hunger..." he trailed, deep in thought and lost in the imagination of his own mind. "They call me Leal, was named in hopes of catching drift to the meaning. I swear my parents had my life planned out before I was old enough to make the choice myself." he nearly grumbled. "I'm not in town to often, so i can't say whether i have or haven't seen you around, are you a regular?"

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rip you
some people also spell my last name wrong and it's literally the easiest thing I've ever seen)

Angelina smiled. "No, I'm not usually a regular. Like I said, I'm always trapped in my room or in my house rather often, and it really sucks, but I get used to it. Sometimes I'll sneak out, when my father is busy, and I'll go have some fun," Angelina said, giggling while looking about at the streets lined with people.

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"Sounds like my job description." He said with a half smile, "It must suck to have to sneak away from your parents, you seem as though you can manage yourself just fine." he put down his brush, and stretched, the normal strain of armor absent compared to any other day when he tried to stretch after remaining in the same spot for hours. It felt like bliss to be free of such a massive dead weight.

"Alright then Miss Angelina, Town Irregular." he breathed, "What brought you to visit?"

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Angelina thought about her boring life in the castle. She sighed. "Nothing much, but my parents and many others love to give me too much attention, and I really hate it. I just had to get out for a day, ya know?" Angelina said, offering a smile.

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Leal offered a soft chuckle, recalling the attention he also seemed to get, though by the sounds of it, the attention they each received seemed to be contrasting to one another.

"It's certainly good to give yourself time to clear your own head and do what you'd like instead of always following the bidding of those who expect greater things of you." he paused, "at least in my experience." he stood up from the seat he had occupied for long and began to pack away all his things, "I think i have put enough paint on this canvas, should let it dry until im ready for the next portion." He walked his equipment to a nearby storage, and payed to have it watched over until he would go back for it later.

Turning, he faced Angelina, and took a deep breath, "I suspect you are intrigued with our quaint town and enjoy at least something specific around these parts?"

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"Nothing too specific, but I really enjoy the quiet parts of the streets, but it seems like we won't be getting any of that. So much for peace and quiet.

My father on the other hand, he loves noise and always makes the noisiest fuss over everything! Even our cat! If she scratches even one of the drapes he goes insane... actually, it's kinda funny to see my dad go insane over a drape" she said, envisioning her father chasing the cat through their "house".