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[Lollilox]

They say that chess -- is a lot like war.
Strategy is key -- if you want to win.
So darling,

『♱』T w i s t e d ◦ T r i s t a n 『♱』

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Struggling to keep the pain at bay, Tristan nearly groaned out with every movement he made. Hell, even breathing hurt. But, Bianca was there, trying to make him feel better - for some odd reason. If his thoughts hadn't been redirected to the pain that was surging throughout his body, Tristan would have thought Bianca was doing it just because she wanted to have a one-up on him, but Tristan didn't care why she was doing it anymore. He was just thankful that she was. It seemed like a lost cause, but then again, if Alura was safe, that meant it was all worth it.
He allowed himself to find a nook of comfort in the bed, especially as Bianca took his sword and shoes off, tending to him like his mother had once when he had come home so very sick. Scarlet Fever, he had contracted, while on an escapade with his father to the outskirts of Great Wood. He had been barely sixteen then, but his mother had stayed with him all night, her gentle presence calming him so.

Tristan closed his eyes, lost in his memories, probably looking asleep. It was then that Bianca had climbed into the bed beside him, to his surprise, asking him if he'd do the same for her. He laid still for a moment as she dismissed the question and laid back down, promptly falling asleep. Still awake, Tristan opened his eyes to gaze down at her, allowing himself a moment of weakness. "I would.." And with a little bit of forced pain, the elf prince tucked a lock of the princess's hair behind her ear before drawing her in with his arm. "I'd find you, anywhere you were..." With that, Tristan closed his eyes and fell asleep, the warmth of Bianca's body more comforting than anything he could ever have imagined.

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Let's strategize.

[Zyphrenda]

Verena Latchford

Verena was shoved forward by the door and she hit the ground with a thud. She snarled and looked up with a deathly glare. Aiera was already out of the room so she was staring at nothing but empty space. She let her head fall to the ground and she could feel tears leaking from her eyes. She got up slow and sluggish her need for blood increasing. She could usually ignore it, but when her mood was changing so much it made it so hard to control her need for the red liquid. She walked over to her bags as if she was under water making all her movements slow and looked as if it too a lot of effort. Verena grabbed a black loose shirt and pants. She then went to the bathroom it was bigger then her bathroom at home which was really saying something. She then forgot to fill up the bath so she groaned with annoyance. She looked over to find a small rope with gold strands dangling at the end of it. She pulled it, and it would probably make a little bell ring somewhere downstairs for the servants. In a few minutes she could her them entering her room. Verena told them to get enough water to fill the bath, but not to bother making it hot. She wouldn’t feel the hot water it would just be a waste of time.

The maids came back a couple minutes later with there buckets of water and dumped it in the large tube. It took them a few rounds but they filled it to the top. They seemed shocked that she didn’t want hot water, but they wouldn’t ask questions epically with the looks she was giving. When they were out of the room and she was alone she took of her soaked clothes and then sat in the tube. She sank down until her whole body was under water even her head. She closed her eyes and thought of nothing, the water was smooth on her skin and it relaxed her mind. She opened them her vision was watery and distorted but she could see the art that was on the ceiling. It was hard to tell what the painting was but all the colors were just beautiful.

Verena then raised her head out of the water; she didn’t gasp for air and just walked out unfazed. She whipped her body down with a soft pink towel that made her sleepy all over again. She slipped into her pants and shirt. She then put two hilts under her sleeves that carried to small concealed knives. She brushed her hair then she pulled it back in a dark red ribbon making her look more like a warrior then a princess. She walked out of the bathroom she was planning on going hunting but she sat on the bed to rest first. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell back on the bed. She curled up into a small ball and she let sleep come without any protest this time.

[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott gripped Alura’s hand tightly, the cocktail of smells so intoxicating he could barely contain himself. He didn’t even notice what Alura was saying, his entire being just forcing itself to stay put and to not lash out at the woman across the counter, drinking down her sweet, juicy blood. He could just picture it flowing down his chin, onto the floor, pooling into the cracks the wooden planks formed... No! Control yourself! He snapped back to reality as Alura left. He flashed a forced smile at her, turning on his heel to march out the door. I need to leave, oh Gods, I need to leave... “Sir?” A voice called out after him, and he stopped, clenching his fists. Oh Gods, what is it now? He turned slowly, not all the way around, so he could make a break for the door if they got too close. The woman behind the counter smiled awkwardly, saying, “I’m afraid the only other place open at this hour is the tavern, and you won’t get much shopping done there.” Scott smiled, the sick humor of the situation going unnoticed by only him. ”I assure you, I’ll get what I need done. Thank you for your concern.” Trudging out the door, Scott gulped down a lungful of fresh air, untainted by the smells of dozens of people. I thought I was never gonna make it... he thought, his mind cloudy and weak. How am I going to hunt like this? I could barely catch a rabbit... Moving away from the light of the Inn, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he picked out two white forms near the Inn, off to the side.

As he approached, he picked up a familiar scent. He stalked closer, realizing the two white masses were horses. Sniffing the air, he grimaced, realizing who it belonged too. Tristan... I can’t believe he left us here. I should kill one of these horses just to spite him. Shaking his head, he walked by the stable, trudging into the thick woods and letting his hunting senses take over. He crouched down, sniffing the air for any prey that would feed him at this point. He continued to stalk along like this for a bit, surprised and worried at the lack of wildlife in this area. Surely the village has driven some of the natural habitants away... but this is ridiculous. There must be something scaring them away. He continued to walk through the forest, unsure of how far from the village he was, until he heard voices and a crackling fire. Curiosity got the best of him, and he slowly made his way toward the noises, stopping ten feet short of a clearing. In it, four men sat on the ground, grouped around a fire, their clothes and skin dirty from travelling. They were all heavy set from what looked like mostly muscle mass. Scott’s mouth drooled as his imagined how delicious their blood would be. And they look like humans too... delicious... Shaking his head, he strained his ears to hear what they were saying.


“...all I’m sayin’ is that if we attack at night, we get the element o’ surprise.” The one speaking held a crude mace, waving it around as he spoke. “They’ll neva’ see it comin’, I tell you.” Scott grimaced at their accents, making it nearly impossible for him to tell what they were saying. Another one piped up, this one with a flail strapped to his side. “If we attack at night, the men’ll all be there, and they’ll fight back. We attack durin’ the day, they’s all out workin’, and it’s just the women and chillun’.” The man with the mace began to speak again, but was interrupted by a third. The one carried an air of importance and, judging from the size of his sword and the amount of jewelry he wore around his neck, was most likely their leader. “We attack now,” he said, his voice low and gravely. “If we set fire to the houses, it doesn’t matter how many men are there. They’ll all be burned to a crisp.” The bandits all smiled, standing up as they got their weapons ready. I have to stop them, Scott thought, panic ripping through his heart as he thought of the Inn going up in flames. Slowly unsheathing the stiletto blade from his ankle and the sword from his waist, he stepped forward noiselessly as the men were getting riled up and ready to invade. Scott blinked a few times, trying to concentrate, and flung the dagger out into the opening at the man carrying the sword. It missed, grazing his shoulder and sticking into a tree behind him. The man barely had a chance to cry out before Scott leapt into the clearing, closing the space between them in a matter of seconds. Before any of them could draw their weapons, Scott plunged his sword into the heart of their apparent leader, ending his life instantly. He pulled on the sword, but it was stuck, causing it to fall to the ground with the corpse. Dammit! Quickly pulling the dagger from his wrist, he barely had time to deflect a blow coming from the bandit who had remained silent, who swung at him with a club. The blow left him dazed, and he caught an attack in the side from the man with the mace, sending him sprawling many feet away.

“Well, well, well, what ‘ave we here?” said the man with the mace, smiling an evil grin. Scott struggled to his knees, but the man kicked him in the side, causing him to cry out in pain and he fell back down, dirt coating his sweaty face. “A little hero, eh? Well, you know what they say. ‘Good guys finish last, bad guys have a blast!’” The man and his cohorts laughed at Scott, as his vision began to fade. No... gotta... stay awake... he thought, grasping the dagger with his hand. The cold metal dug into his skin, and the smell of blood suddenly filled his nostrils. His head whipped around, and he saw the corpse lying on the ground, blood gushing from the wound. Blood. Blood!! He suddenly flew to his feet, stabbing the man with the mace in the gut. He repeated this twice until he was convinced he was dead, then flung himself around onto the man with the club, tackling him to the ground and tearing into his throat, blood and flesh flying across the clearing. Scott gorged on him for a while before standing up, the man with the flail standing paralyzed behind him. The fire crackled behind Scott as he laughed silently, whispering, ”Go. Go tell all of your friends what you witnessed here tonight. This village is under my protection. You will not touch it.” The man nodded frantically, turning quickly and running into the forest. Scott sighed, looking down at the three corpses. Damn... I’ve made a real mess here. They’ll know it was me, too. He looked down at the corpse he had feasted on and sighed. He kneeled down, sucking more blood from it before he felt satiated, then stood up and went to grab his sword from the corpse. Yanking with all his might, he turned on his heel and sliced off the head of the man whose blood he drained. He took the head by the hair, launching it into the forest. There. Now it just looks like a few bandits got slaughtered. Grabbing his dagger as he passed the final corpse, he flew into the forest, going much faster than he had on the way there. He emerged next to the Inn quickly, and checked himself for bloodstains. He wiped his mouth, opening the front door and smiling. ”Hello,” he said to the Innkeeper. ”Shopping’s done.” She smiled awkwardly, walking out from behind the counter and showing him to his room. “Have a good night, sir,” she said, walking away, glancing over her shoulder as she went. Scott opened the door and smiled at Alura, pretending he hadn’t just massacred three men. ”Hello. Miss me?”

{{OOC// Holy long post. Sorry. I got on a roll.}}

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Lollilox]

• ɑʅuɼɑ •
| If the world | is destined to die, |
| will you still love me til the end of time? |

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[ ♥ ] Tucking herself into bed, Alura slipped off her shoes and set them back down on the floor beside the bed, the warmth of the room almost putting her to sleep, if she wasn't so hungry. She bided her time simply sitting there conserving her energy in a sort of meditation stance before a knock came on the door. Opening her eyes, Alura gazed at the door, her mouth watering as she smelled the food even before it opened. "Come in."
Sure enough, a maid - the same one that had dropped the tea set - had come in carrying a tray of steaming, delicious looking food. She set it down on Alura's lap in the bed, and Alura waved her off, not wanting to speak to her any longer.
The maid dismissed herself and Alura took to feasting, finally. She ate, devouring every single thing on the plate until she had it practically licked clean, her stomach giving her a happy gurgle as she sat the plate aside.
Now satiated and warm, Alura considered going to sleep, but instead, settled on waiting for Scott to come back. She wanted to make sure he was alright, and.. well, it seemed strange but she wanted to see him before she could commit herself to sleep.

A good half hour passed before the door opened again, a stronger looking Scott coming in through the frame. Alura beamed at him. That was how she wanted to see him, happy and strong. It was a strange feeling to be so deeply concerned for someone. She didn't even care that much about herself. But, she dismissed it for a moment and just smiled at him as he asked if she had missed him. "Of course," Alura grinned, happily oblivious to the fact that Scott had just killed a hefty amount of people. "How are you feeling?"

// s'ok lol XD

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[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott hesitated before answering, ”Much better, thank you. I’ll be fine for the way back tomorrow.” I wonder if they’ve even noticed we’re gone? he thought, kneeling down next to Alura’s bed. He noticed the platter lying next to her and chuckled, saying, ”I guess you were hungry.” That b*****d probably starved her. I wish I could have kept him alive for just a little longer... Scott pushed the dark thought down into his mind, his interior completely unaffecting his smiling face. ”You should get some rest. It’s been rough.” Leaning in, he took her chin gently in his hand and kissed her forehead, muttering, ”Goodnight, Princess Alura. Sweet dreams.” Reaching over, he extinguished the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He turned around, leaning against the bed and resting his head against the mattress, one hand on his sword. He closed his eyes and smiled, listening to Alura breathing. She’s safe... it’s over. She’s finally safe.” And with that final thought, Scott let sleep overtake him, drifting off with ease as his tired muscles and exhausted mind thanked him for the rest.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Lollilox]

• ɑʅuɼɑ •
| If the world | is destined to die, |
| will you still love me til the end of time? |

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[ ♥ ] Well, that was all Alura needed to hear. The smile on her face got brighter as he spoke about being fine for the way back. Truth be told, Alura was looking forward to enjoying that little closeness she had experienced with him before. Now that she knew he was feeling better, she could sleep. She watched as he knelt down and glanced at the empty plate. Blushing a bit, Alura nodded. She didn't know whether to be ashamed or proud of the fact that she had devoured an entire plate, given her tiny body. Truthfully, it'd make many girls jealous, but even with as much food that was forced down her throat to help her grow, Alura never gained an ounce, and her short frame stayed stuck at a modest 5 and a quarter feet. Alura didn't mind though, she was fine with herself for the time being, and now quite happy that she had been paired up to be married to Scott. Alura nodded at him as he said that she should get some rest.
He was absolutely right.. Alura was tired beyond belief. As he took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up, giving her a kiss on the forehead, Alura blushed furiously, her cheeks burning with a dark pink glow. "Goodnight, Scott.." Thankfully, he had reached over and extinguished the flame of the lantern, and Alura's blush settled down as she slipped further under the covers, resting her pale blonde head on the pillow, for the moment, completely content with her life as she fell gently asleep.

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[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

"Just get some rest" Kiriana said shortly without looking away from the window. She had heard his apology and had she not been preoccupied she would have accepted it. As it was, her attention was focused on Kanya's prolonged absence but after a while she had no choice but to go to bed. 'She will be all right' she assured herself once again 'she is the smartest animal I know and it's unlikely that she would let herself get caught' going into the closet she put her nightgown on and left the closet, moving around the room. Her silk nightgown was gold colored and fell only to mid thigh, revealing creamy leg and with a low neckline gave a generous view of her chest. Being in the presence of a man while wearing this didn't seem to phase her one bit though. It may have been because he was too weak to try to do anything or because she didn't think he would. After she had turned out all of the lights, the moon was her only light as it played eerily on the walls. Striding to the bed, she slipped under the covers next to Constantine but it was obvious from the way that she lied as far away from him as possible that she wanted no touching. Turning on her side, away from him she whispered a quick "Goodnight" to him before falling asleep into worried dreams.

[Syphris]

Aiera sighed as he walked throughout the endless halls and immediately gave up searching for the kitchen's location. No nurse in their right mind would help him and he suddenly was overwhelmed by a feeling of fatigue. He doubted he could easily find his way back to his room, at least on most cases, but considering the fact that he had been going in circles, it gave him a much larger chance of finding the correct room. Not once had he used a flight of stairs and not once had he turned a corner and headed right. On a normal occasion he would have slapped himself but he couldn't in this case and he was almost glad of his stupidity.

There had been a few times that he had spotted a maid or two go by him in fear-obviously word of his actions towards the first maid had gotten around- but they held determination in their eyes so he let them pass without bother. Towels had been in each maids' hands so after a few encounters with the maids heading towards the same general direction, he followed them to a room. Aiera shook his head when he felt something looming over his shoulder and gripped his sides when he realized that looming sensation was trying to indicate that the room he was standing in front of was his room.

Maids were still walking to and from the room so he decided to book it and wait for them to leave well enough along. It gave him time to think about all that was going on. With that very thought he sank to the ground well enough away from his designated room. Why is she here, of all places? She's obviously not a maid here considering the circumstances and I'm here for a specific reason. Not one other person has maid themselves known to me, however, she must know some others. All this betrothed business is insane, why did I even have to be brought into all this. Things would maybe be different if I hadn't met Verena here again once I accepted she was gone and out of my life. Aiera thought with a bitter frown upon his face, his thoughts ceasing for just a moments time as he recognized the silence of the hallways. In the distance, he could hear a few other doors closing for the night and sighed when he realized he did have no other choice but to sleep in his designated room-though it was not of choice.

Things were quiet in the room, or so he could tell by sticking his ear flat against the door. It gave the room an eerie feel considering its' inhabitant. Aiera twisted the door handle with a wince as he expected a screech, but known came. From what he could tell, from the moment Verena found him to when she accused him of smelling like alcohol, Verena held some sort of gift. Her smell was enhanced, that is for sure, so it made no sense how not one sound was made when he entered the room.

Aiera sighed and lightly smiled when he noticed she had crashed on the bed, something was dark about her presence in the room but he ignored it. Soon his smile vanished with a frown, the happiness drained from his body as he remembered the situation he was in and what she put him through. He sighed and neared the bed and bit his lip, thinking of any possible solutions. That is, until he started to refrain from a certain thought. Aiera quickly slipped out from his wet clothes and sighed when he realized his luggage was now in the room as well, however, on the opposite side of Verena's. He pulled out some old pajama set of his and grimaced the thought of multiple people seeing him in the fashion. Instead, he pulled on another pair of pants and a shirt, pulling off his socks and refusing to put on another pair. Aiera quickly turned around to check upon Verena's status and sighed with relief when he noticed she hadn't even strained a muscle. Aiera crossed the room once more and dropped to the floor at the edge of the bed. With a last minute thought, Aiera grabbed a pillow and shoved it hard underneath the bed and crept underneath. His movements were subtle and slow, unwilling to shake the bed somehow and waking up Verena. Within a few moments he had gotten himself settled and put in place, snuggled up against the pillow. There was no chance of him getting a blanket, seeing as there was only one and he hadn't been told where any extras were. With that last thought and a shiver, Aiera blacked out for the night.

[Zyphrenda]

Verena Latchford

As Verena was sleeping she heard everything that was going on in the castle. She could hear a mouse run across the floor two rooms away from her and then the talk about Alura’s safety, which made her sigh with relief. She couldn’t sense her brother any where in the castle he was probably still back at where ever he had saved Alura from,so she didn’t worry to much about it. She locked out the noise the best she could, and she went back to sleep drooling a little on her hand that she used as a pillow. She then heard someone moving in her room; it was Aiera. She didn’t open her eyes or even acknowledge him it would probably make him run, so she just laid still. She heard him lay under the bed which made a grin crawl up her face. She got up silently and grabbed the blanket of the bed with one pull. She got to the ground and went halfway under the bed. She put the blanket over his small body as gently as she could so she wouldn’t wake him up from his slumber. She brushed his hair out of his face which was peaceful some how, it made her smile sadly for it was better then the hateful look she was getting from him the moment she laid eyes on him. She stayed with him a little longer until he stopped shivering. She then slithered out from under the bed, her pants got stuck on the frame so she tugged at it and she was once more free. She crawled back on the bed and sprawled her whole body across the bed with a yawn. “Goodnight Aiera,” she whispered softly. She knew he couldn’t hear her but it still felt like the right thing to say. She looked at the ceiling her red eyes glowing in the dark she then closed them slowly and let sleep come once again.

[Lollilox]

wahmbulance Day was changed, along with weather and time wahmbulance

[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott’s eyelids fluttered open, the morning light bathing the small room in a golden glow. He smiled, stretching his arms out above his head and yawning slightly. Verena was right... it is hard adjusting to this new schedule. Slowly rising to his feet, Scott looking down at Alura, smiling as he saw the small princess was still asleep. She’s really cute like this... he thought, staring for a moment before shaking his head. He blinked the tiredness out of his eyes, shaking out his tired legs and quietly walked to the door, opening it and quickly slipping out. Heading to the front desk, he found not the same woman from last night, but what he guessed was another employee of the Inn. They had dark bags under her eyes, indicating she had trouble waking up. He walked up slowly to the counter, saying, ”Hello. I’m with Princess Alura and...” At the mention of Alura, the girl straightened up, paying close attention to what he had to say. He hesitated slightly, surprised by her eagerness. Is this how people treat royalty? he wondered. He had a slight urge to reveal that he was Prince of the Vampires, but considering the time of day, and his family’s history, he decided against it. ”...uh... yes, I was wondering if we could get some breakfast. Don’t knock when you come up, I’ll know when you’re there.” The girl smiled and nodded, running into the back, presumably to start on the breakfast. Shaking his head, Scott spun around and headed back to his room, sneaking back in quietly and taking a seat on the small chair on the wall opposite of the bed. And now we play the waiting game, he thought, smiling as we watched Alura sleep.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Lollilox]

• ɑʅuɼɑ •
| If the world | is destined to die, |
| will you still love me til the end of time? |

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[ ♥ ] The solace that Alura had found in her dreams that night was heavenly. There were no night frights that came and disturbed her peaceful slumbers, and visions of the future - this time of her own - danced around in her head. Alura slept soundly, her dreams full of happy hopes that she never would have wished for before.
It was later than usual, when the princess awoke, as well. For a moment, she had not wanted to wake at all, but the sunshine was already beaming in through the window, and for once - her reality was better than her dreams. However, for a brief moment, Alura kept her eyes closed and rolled onto her side, snuggling into the warmth of the pillow. It was such a lovely dream, too. In it, she had been sitting happily in her own home out in the country, a little cottage in the middle of a flower field, two children running around outside. Perhaps she had allowed a vision of Scott to drift into her dreams, but in the waking world, she blushed and refused to admit she had dreamt about them being together.
However, she had awoken with a smile on her face, almost thinking she was still asleep when she sat up and found her fiance sitting in the small chair. Alura's smile grew wider as the petite girl rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling infinitely better than the day before. The sun was shining and she was re-energized, and now she was staring right at the person who was most important to her. "Good morning~" Alura smiled again and tossed the covers off herself, ready to take on the day. The way she was feeling now, well, it was wonderful. Alura thought she could never wake up in a more perfect way. "How did you sleep?"

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[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott smiled, standing up with her. ”I slept rather well, thank you.” Truth be told, Scott had woken up quite a few times during the night, every creak in the old Inn making him clutch his sword and sit up. Am I going to be this paranoid for the rest of my life? he wondered, approaching Alura slowly. ”I ordered some breakfast. After you eat up, we can head back to the castle. I imagine your brother is quite worried about you.” Verena’s probably too busy tearing her new fiancée a new one to bother with where I am. Either that, or she’s still asleep. Chuckling silently to himself, he heard the maid approach the door from outside, and quickly opened it. The girl jumped slightly at the door opening, but approached quietly. Scott popped out form behind the door, taking the tray of food from her. She jumped again, making a little noise. ”Thank you very much. I’m sure it’s delicious.” The girl nodded, turning quickly and walking down the hall. Am I that terrifying? I have to work on that... Scott wondered, closing the door with his foot and turning back to Alura. ”Breakfast time,” he said with a smile, setting the tray down on the small table that held the lamp. ”Eat up.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Acid Allure]

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» And more than ever, I hope to never fall... «

→The sunlight began to pour into the room through the tiny window as the sun rose, moving slowly through the room as the sun moved further and further into the bright sky. It was ignored completely until the beams caused it to be at such an angle that the light landed directly on the princess' face. Groaning a bit, the princess attempted to hide her face from the light as she was pulled from a dreamless sleep, burying it in the closest... wait- That wasn't a pillow, much too... firm... and warm. Opening one eye, Bianca found herself oddly close to the elf, now nuzzling into the side of his chest that she had wanted as her pillow. A bit shocked, Bianca wondered when she'd managed to cuddle so close to him. Either way, he must have slept pretty soundly since he hadn't shoved her away.. but, then, actually... now aware of her position, she felt Tristan's arm placed neatly around her own little body as well. Figuring neither of them knew, nor intended to end up that way, Bianca gently moved away from the comfort of the sleeping elf, slowly as not to disturb him as she placed his arm to his side. This could be a mess, she thought, if it kept ending up that way each night. A grin tugged at her lips as she stifled a laugh at the thought. Rubbing her eyes, the girl sat up fully, yawning. Scooting herself off the bed, Bibi stretched a bit, looking back to Tristan. She wouldn't wake him just yet... only because she felt bad for how horrible he'd probably feel once he did wake. Instead she made her way quietly over to the door, opening it and poking her head out, gesturing for a nearby maid to come. As the girl approached, Bianca made the request for a tray of breakfast to be brought to the room and the maid nodded and scurried off. Bianca waited, stepping just outside the door until the girl came back, handing the covered plate over to Bibi. With a smile, Bianca thanked her and made her way back into the room, shutting the door behind her. Bibi didn't even bother to look at what was in the dish, as she still wasn't hungry, but instead set it on the stand next to the bed for Tristan before making her way into the even tinier bathroom. Frowning at the size of it all, Bianca figured they'd have to make the best of it, and she quickly made to fill the tub with steaming water, figuring by the time the elf woke and ate, it'd be perfect temperature for him to soak some of his soreness out. Once it was full, Bianca made her way back to the bed, leaning over Tristan, brushing a bit of stray hair aside, nudging him a bit. "Hey... Tristan... she called, just above a whisper. "Come on, boy. Time to wake up." Nudging him just a tad harder, trying to wake, but not hurt him, she added as incentive for him to come to, "Breakfast is here... and you have a bath waiting... so get up already."


» ...Come feed the rain. «

[Lollilox]

• ɑʅuɼɑ •
| If the world | is destined to die, |
| will you still love me til the end of time? |

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[ ♥ ] Sighing happily, Alura raised her arms above her head, stretching again. "That's good." She smiled again and perked up as he mentioned food. It was one of Alura's vices, and it surprised her a little that he had done something like that for her. Blushing a little, Alura grinned, nodding to him. "Food sounds delightful.." Giggling a little, Alura listened to the last of his words. Her smile dropped a bit at that, not really sure if her brother had even noticed her absence. They hadn't been really.. close. She respected him and gave him his space, and tried to stay out his way, but other than that, they hadn't really spoken, sibling-to-sibling, for years. But still, Alura put a faint smile back on her lips and dipped her head a bit, the now-flat curls of her hair swaying. "Yes.."

With that, Scott had moved to the door and opened it; the oracle princess a bit shocked to see a maid standing there looking about as stunned as Alura was feeling, but the petite girl dismissed it once she saw the plate of food that made her stomach rumble ferociously. A pink blush coated her cheeks as the rumble sounded loudly, echoing around in the small room. Still, she watched as Scott took the tray from the nervous maid, setting it down for her on the table with the lamp. Approaching it, Alura was about ready to dive into it, but hesitated in the last moment, frowning over at Scott. Did he need to eat as well? Alura's expressive eyes looked up to him and questioned it. "Are you.. hungry?"

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