Royal Engagements {Paused/Open}

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Nicholas, Phoebe

Marcel glances over and sees the princess, and raises an eyebrow. He laughs, "So now the princesses are beating the princes at getting ready? That's new!" He laughs again then rolls his eyes. "What are the princes doing anyway? Curling their hair?" He snickers and then would smile, a playful look on his face, still leaning against the wall. His hair falls into his face, covering the left half of his sly expression.

[8_Stars_8]

thea - 20 - female - bookworm - tags: gen

Thea finds a fountain in the gardens. She sits on the ledge and pulls out a book. She flips to where she had left off. She can't remember how many times she had read this book. It was her favorite, and the one she read the most. It was a fantastical book about mystifying and exquisite adventures. She became so caught up in the book, that she jumped when Genevieve approached. She barely processed her words. "Oh, yes...it's a very nice kingdom..." She says. "I particularly like this garden. I wasn't really allowed to explore when I was at home, but I hope this place will be a bit different."

She takes a deep breath. "I'm Thea Desiree Addington of the Northern Isles." She greets Gen. "It's okay...I'm actually glad that you approached me. I kind of need some help...adjusting, and a friend would definitely help with that."

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Nicholas, Phoebe

he glances back at Phoebe...then looks at Nicholas."Hey out of curiosity how good are you two at lying??" he raises his eyebrow, clearly wanting a straight forward answer, not one that turns on him. Little does he know this might not happen, but its worth a shot.

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Rainier
18|Male|Bisexual
Golden Champion
Tagged: Marcel

Considering how the prince had acted towards him at the start of the conversation, seeing this side to Marcel was quite curious to him. "You're welcome." Nicholas replied, not really sure what else to say.
Then, he shrugged very slightly at the comment about princesses being ready before the other princes. "I'm sure they're just taking their time and unpacking." Nicholas suggested, reasonably, though he was kind of surprised at the playful expression that Marcel had.
At the question about how good he was at lying, Nicholas grew curious. "I'm not sure I could lie. That isn't what I do." he admitted. Lying was improper and certainly not something a prince or any kind of royalty should do. He was rather nervous as to what might happen.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Nicholas

Marcel laughs a little. "Yeah I thought so. You don't seem like that kind of person. Alright that's all. What're we gonna do now? just wait for the ones who are 'taking their time'?" He raises his eyebrow. He has an excited, playful, yet surprisingly calm and cocky expression plastered on his face.

[Squirrelstar123]

|| Phoebe Castillo | Female | Twenty | Supporter | Location; Her Chambers | Tags; Marcel, Nicholas ||

Phoebe started walking back two if the princess talking in the hallway when she was dragged into the conversation by the one leaning against the wall. A little flustered at the suddenness, without even any introduction, she paused in the hallway. After the other guy answered, she managed an answer. "Well, I think everyone lies sometimes but I don't usually tend to do so. I don't know if that means I am good or since it's not expected so I get away with it fine." Phoebe admitted a little sheepishly since the question blindsided her.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Phoebe

He nods and smiles "Why do you look so flustered about it? Everyone lies at some point." He looks at Nicholas then back at Phoebe his expression changes to a teasing expression "Except of course Sir Perfect over here" he laughs again

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Rainier
18|Male|Bisexual
Golden Champion
Tagged: Marcel, Phoebe

"We could always just go and take a look around the Palace ourselves. Or go to the dining room early." Nicholas suggested, though he wasn't sure if they would even be allowed to do those things. Even if they did have the place to themselves. He didn't like the idea of breaking any rules.
He glanced towards the Princess that join them, as she spoke, and he looked rather uncertain. "I'm not perfect. There's plenty I could work on myself." Nicholas said to Marcel, rather glad that the light blush that began rising on his face couldn't be seen. "I just don't think it's proper of royalty to lie." he added. Although, he thought, perhaps he was lying to himself about how he felt inside, showing this picture of composure and elegance.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 "𝐃𝐄𝐒" 𝐌𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘
xxxxexplorer • cismale • twenty • bisexual • tags: auguste/marcel, phoebe, and nicholas • location: arriving/in the halls

Arriving together with his brother to the grandiose palace, certainly the more excited of the two of them given Auguste's natural instinct to give his attention to his creations versus social interactions, Desmond hopped out of the carriage before the horses had even come to a halt and couldn't help but to gape at the castle before him, his eyes bright with awe. Yes, they had castles of their own back in their kingdom, but nothing even close to something as impressive as the one before them; in fact, it put the ones back home to shame. "Just look at this...wow! Auguste, this is incredible! If this is the outside, I can't even imagine the chambers." Starstruck at the whole aesthetic, the older prince threw his satchel over his body and quickly adjusted his top before turning back to his brother with a wide grin, bounding with endless energy as he always was with the promise of something new. "C'mon, let's go slowpoke! We've got lots of work to do today~" Lightly grabbing the arm of auguste, the energetic male practically dragged his brother through the gates and to their proper hallway, muttering astonished words at the smallest of things he could spot along the way "Look at the doors! And the flooring! Wow, mum and dad would be ashamed after seeing something like this." Only making valuable conversation when he finally spotted the rooms they were to be staying in, only a few doors down from each other, Desmond let go of his brother and turned around, dusting off Auguste's shoulders as if to straighten his shirt out and nodding in satisfaction before saying his goodbyes "Okay, well, here we are. Your a few doors down, to the right. Reach out if you need anything, yeah? I'll try not to dote too much, but if you go off and tinker too much, you'll miss all the fun." Blowing a playful kiss, Desmond opened the door to his room and began to put his stuff away, rather sloppy about the whole 'designing' thing.
. . .

Considering himself done halfway through, his mind just about anywhere but where it needed to be, the brown haired boy looked at himself from the mirror he'd just set up beside his door and decided to readjust his appearance before meeting up with the others. Having taken his jacket off as he began to unpack, Desmond was now dressed in a white double-breasted shirt with a loose beige bow tied in the neck of the shirt, matching against the high waisted beige dress pants that the shirt was tucked into. Considering the circumstances, the prince felt fine with his appearance, quickly scruffing a hand through his hair before leaving his chambers and coming across a trio of royalty only a few feet down the hall "Hey, hello! Sorry to interrupt." Not making the most graceful of entrances, a specialty of the boy, Desmond offered a confident grin and a casual introduction "I'm Desmond, but most everyone at home calls me Des. Anyways, just wondering; are we supposed to be meeting up or something? 'Cause while unpacking is fun and all, which it's not, I think I'd much rather be doing...well, just about anything else."

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Desmond

Marcel looks at him and tenses up, but smiles anyway. "Now this is my kinda dude! I agree. Took ya long enough, were ya puttin on your lipstick pretty boy~?" He slowly starts to relax as he laughs, amused by his own joke, his hair almost getting in his mouth. He looks down at the shorter male and smiles "I'm Marcel, that's Sir 'I never do anything wrong' or he goes by Nick, and uhh That's miss 'Ive lied but will only ever partially admit it'." he smiles at Desmond. "Nice tah meet ya Dessy." he refuses to call them by what they usually go by, unless he greatly loves or respects them. Nicholas sees he only calls Genevieve by her true name....