by memichoo » Tue Jun 18, 2019 3:46 pm
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▪︎●age. 21▪︎nation. england▪︎loc. halls▪︎tags. sophie
●Louis stared at himself in the bathroom's mirror, watching the mirror's lights cut sharp panes on his face. Squinting at the reflection, he picked his comb off the polished counter and brushed through his pale hair, easing the rebellious curls back into place. Although he wanted to keep his hair neat and presentable, he had opted for a more casual attire than the collared shirt he had arrived in. The prince sported a navy blue sweater over a collared shirt to seem less formal. The sleeves of both layers were pulled up almost to his elbows, the white cuffs unbuttoned and wide over the sweater sleeve. With it, he wore simple jeans and shiny black dress shoes- he didn't own a pair of sneakers, but he had the sneaking suspicion that he should probably buy some to fit in better. Satisfied with his appearance, he flipped off the lightswitch of the bathroom and was immedientally greeted by Yankee. The little corgi was hungry, and he obviously wanted Louis to know. With a chuckle, the prince knelt down and grabbed a clip-on bowtie from his pocket. The puppy stayed still just long enough for him to clip the bow tie to his collar before he jumped up and spiritedly licked Louis' face. Pushing him away good-naturedly, he clipped on a black leash and headed towards the door, careful to not trip over the tan fluffball at his feet. Although he wasn't sure how the puppy would be recieved at the dinner, he needed to feed the dog and he knew that Yankee could behave himself at dinners.
Whistling as he walked, Louis and Yankee wandered down the hallway. He had made a point to look at the school's layout after the scavenger hunt, and knew roughly where the common area was. As he walked, he let his mind wander. Almost as he expected, it went straight to a certain French princess. He still wasn't quite sure what their relationship was. It was obvious that something was affecting her behavior; she had averted her gaze more often than he expected and there was a strange, mildly uncomfortable tension between the two. Not aggression, but simply uncertainty. He had done his best to control his emotions, but he wasn't sure whether Cora had sensed his subtle glances or heard the uneven racing of his heart. He himself didn't know what he wanted anymore; he had loved the brunette once, and perhaps still did, but was it possible for them to exist, together? He knew there was a program at the school to find suitable matches, and was bitterly reminded that the royal life was not a free one. He had his country to think of, and she hers. But still..
A sharp tug on the leash caught Louis' attention and he rolled his eyes at the excited puppy. "Yankee, heel. It's just food mate, I'm not about to starve you, you know. I thought you had more faith in me," he joked before he glanced up to find what had caught Yankee's rapt attention. Another dog, a gorgeous brown terrier, who was beside a dark-haired princess. He cocked his head at this; he hadn't met another royal with a canine companion and was relieved that it was not only him with a dog at his feet. Offering a friendly smile, he approached the other royal. "It appears you're as fond of canines as I am," he cautiously let Yankee forward, careful to keep a distance between the two dogs lest the other value personal space. "I'm Louis, of England," he introduced himself, "and this is Yankee. He's friendly, so please don't worry," he assured the princess. "Who might you be, and who is this beauty my Yankee is so enraptured with?" Louis asked teasingly, amused by how eager his puppy was to meet the other. It seemed the lack of dogs had not gone unnoticed in his eyes, either.
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▪︎●age. 20▪︎nation. denmark▪︎loc. halls▪︎tags. tiberius - lucas
●Lovise sat perched on the edge of her bed, carefully running an ivory comb through her golden curls. The comb was from her room, far off in Denmark; she was painfully sentimental, so she had thought that bringing the beautiful comb would also bring a sense of comfort and familiarity. Once the comb began to slide through her hair without meeting any snags or tangles, she set it down on the bed's quilt and took the upper half of her hair into her hands. Carefully separating the bunch into different section, she began to meticulously braid. Her movements were quick and efficient, the process as familiar to her as breathing due to her practice as a child. Within minutes, a clean braided crown adorned the back of her head while the rest fell in silky waves to her midback. Standing up, the princess smoothed her skirt. Although she recognized that most other royals had probably chosen casual attire, she had decided to wear something more traditional. Her ankle-length skirt was midnight black, the hem hand stitched with vibrant pops of colorful flowers connected to each other with delicate vines and leaves. Carefully tucked into the skirt was a crisp white blouse; its neckline was modestly low, showing her pearl flower necklace against the fair skin of her collarbone. Its sleeves were slightly puffed and ended with tight cuffs on her dainty wrists. Slipping into simple black flats, the girl took a deep breath and made her way out of the dorm room and into the hallway. Instantly, she felt lost. She had put off studying the school's layout and was suffering for it now. If she were lucky, she thought wearily, she would arrive an hour after everyone had already finished.
Deciding to go right on a whim, she began to stroll down the hall. She glanced down every hallway she passed to see if it ended in anything resembling a common room. Nothing caught her eye. With an exasperated sigh, she continued. For a few minutes, only the faint tap of her flats on the polished floor accompanied her. She perked up when she heard voices, coming from a room down the hall. The blonde eventually came to the source and was surprised to see other royals, princes of countries unknown to her. The closest one to her was a handsome brunette who looked rather irritated. She mentally debated searching for someone else to ask directions from when she realized that she was already too close to withdraw. Mentally bracing herself, she approached the stranger. "Excuse me, do you happen to know where the commons area is? I appear to have confused myself," she asked politely, finding with irritated amusement that she had to tilt her head up ever-so-slightly to meet the prince's eyes. As she glanced into their room, mildly curious to see if every room was the same, she caught sight of another, younger prince. Giving him a respectful nod of acknowledgement, she turned her attention back to the first stranger. At least, she thought wryly, she wasn't terribly late to the dinner.
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memichoo on Thu Jun 20, 2019 5:13 am, edited 1 time in total.
