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[Lollilox]

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

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[ ♥ ] Shaking her head softly, Alura gripped at her dress. She couldn't go to sleep now. It could wait until lunch was over and such. The receptionist had made it very clear that they were to go to the common room and stay there until lunch was served, and Alura could tell that by the way the servants were bustling in and out of the room, it would be soon. "I'm flattered you're worried about me, your grace.. but I'm fine." It wasn't really.. worry, persay, that the elf princess was portraying. She probably didn't care in the least, but Ally plastered a grateful smile on her face. She was just glad that she didn't trip up her words or even fall down. The poor girl looked about like she was going to fall over at any given moment, and as if a strong breeze would send her flying. "I was made aware that the owner of the castle is going to come speak with us, over lunch. Perhaps we will find out our betrothed then, as well." The barely five foot oracle noted, her pale, strawberry blonde hair bouncing as she nodded to herself softly. "Or perhaps the owner will just lay down some rules.." Alura shrugged softly, sleepily, and locked her eyes on the bobcat. White-gold orbs scanned over the furry little creature and Alura smiled faintly, her ghostly eyes yearning for a companion of her own to have in a time like this. "You're so lucky, to be able to bring a friend you know and trust.."

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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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By that time, a silly little smile had pasted itself on Tristan's face. His eyes shone with a certain love - even if he wouldn't admit it. Silently, the drenched elf followed her, saying nothing until he stopped a few feet away from her, watching as she admired the flowers, the little red dress that she wore now clinging to her in all the right places. To be quite honest, it was making him uncomfortable in a few unmentionable areas, and Tristan was quite glad for the rain, both for soaking her clothes and for keeping a steady, cold shower on him to keep the specified certain areas under control. Chuckling to himself, Tristan watched as she picked a pink lily, and tucked it behind her ear. Smiling brightly, the elf folded his arms over his chest and stared at her. "You know that doesn't really do you justice." He snickered at her, looking around the garden instead, playing like he didn't care to look at her any longer, as if she had disappointed him.
It wasn't until she had called for him that he even looked back at her, and then found his chest all of a sudden covered in mud. A splotch, a good six by six inch spot near his right shoulder to be precise, was now tingling and cold.. and muddy. Tristan blinked a few times, not quite sure what to do. Any normal person would have instantly been at his mercy with a knife to their throat (Tristan didn't quite like being dirty; well, literally, anyway) or at the very least missing a few teeth.. but it was Bianca, and that little smirk evoked one of his own. Standing there, he smiled like a goof, a chuckle coming out to match her giggle.
Without further thought, the elf prince darted in her direction, tackling her down into the flowerbed, the rich scent of the wet soil surrounding both of them. Pinning her down, Tristan looked down at her, the mud now coating her back side. "Well that's what I call payback."

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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» Like a lost flower growing with mad wind... «

→Watching as the prince studied himself and his new decoration, Bianca tried to read the boy to figure out what he was going to do. Surprisingly, and for the better she was sure, he smiled. Well, that's a good sign.. But then she saw it in Tristan's eyes, she could read it clear that he was intending to get her back, but before she could even take off to run from him, the elf was already at her knocking her clear over onto her back. Feeling the mud now stuck to nearly every bit of her backside, Bianca stared up at the boy now holding her there in the mess, the rain still pouring.

There was a certain playfulness in the boy's eyes as he spoke that matched Bianca's near exactly, and she grinned for just a moment before plastering a false hurt look on her face. "That was a bit of an extreme for payback, don'tcha think?" Whimpering a little as if he had hurt her, Bianca wriggled her right arm a bit, finally freeing her hand from Tristan's grasp. She brushed some stray hairs from her face, and in doing so felt that her flower had been knocked away, probably as she had hit the ground. Turning her gaze from the prince above her for a moment, Bianca looked to the side and scanning a moment, found it. "You made my flower fall" she pointed out, playfully pouting a bit trying to guilt the boy for knocking her over. Reaching over with her free hand, Bibi was just able to grasp the flower and she quickly placed it right back in it's place in her hair, looking back up Tristan, grinning once more, for some reason unable to keep a charade of being upset up.

Looking into his eyes a moment, Bianca finally registered the situation she was in, and a slight blush crept over her cheeks. Why, she wasn't entirely sure, but the fact of the elf propped right on top of her and the position they were in made the blush inevitable as much as she would have liked to fight it away.

Thinking about it, oh what would her parents think of this? It was anything but princess like to be laying in the mud, in the rain, with a boy no less. The thought amused her a bit, knowing they'd most likely have a fit if they saw her being presented that way should any of the other royals see. Fortunately for Bibi, they weren't here to stop her and she honestly just didn't care what anyone else at that damned house would think.

Pushing the thought away, Bianca ran her hand over the dirt at her side, slowly as to not catch any attention from Tristan. Gathering another handful of the mud, Bianca just smiled at the boy above her. "Well, now that you've gotten me completely covered in this mess.." Pausing a moment, Bianca put a little thoughtful look on her face as if she were seriously thinking about something. "I think... you're a bit too clean to be my escort anymore. Staring up at Tristan, Bianca pushed the rest of the thought out quickly, as to try and get her words out before he could register what she was doing. "Let's fix that shall we? "

And with that, Bianca swiftly brought her hand up, full of mud, over Tristan's head. Her smirk returning to it's place on her sweet little face, Bianca pressed her hand to the prince's head, rubbing the mud all into his now soaked reddish brown hair. Trailing her hand down just a bit, Bibi dragged her hand down his handsome face, leaving a trail of dirt down his cheek as well. Laughing, Bibi stared up to admire her work. "Ah. Still needs something." Reaching to her ear, Bianca plucked the pink lily from her own hair and, still laughing, placed it into the same spot on Tristan, nodding happily. "Perfect."


» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[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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Oh how he was enjoying himself at that moment. The elf prince was hovered above Bianca, the same silly grin plastered all over his face, the one that only seemed to come about when he was with her. His hands were clasped firmly on top of hers, her hands pinned expertly above her head, however, she had wriggled one free to put back the flower that had fallen out of her hair. Tristan laughed, "There's no such thing as too extreme, my dear princess.. and however will you live without your beloved flower?" Chuckling, Tristan stared down at her, his eyes wandering over her face shape, her lips, and the slight slope of her nose.
Softly, the raindrops splattered on his hair, running down his head to drip monotonously on the princess below him, the low hum of the constant rain providing a white noise. The elf breathed slowly, his breath clouding on the chilly air, his eyes quickly noticing the blush that had fixated itself on Bianca's cheeks. Tristan smirked, his perfect teeth showing for but an instant as he smiled.

Truth be told, his eyes had caught the movement of her hand out of the corner of his eye, but he simply pretended not to notice, and somehow knew she was going to rub it in - literally. Instead, the elf prince smiled, chuckling at her as she spoke. "Since when do you require a dirty escort? Dear me, what your parents would say. They'd have my head." The warm chuckle rumbled out of his chest, his breath still clouding on the crisp air, his eyes warily watching her hand now. Before he knew it, she had splattered the mud in his hair and swiped it down his face, the brown, rich stickiness contrasting his pale, creamy skin. He closed his eyes and smiled, peeking one eye open and she rubbed it in, the elf chuckled at her, shuddering at the odd, cold feeling now dripping down his forehead and neck.
The ever prominent rain was already starting to mix with the soil even more as it splattered on him, and then she went so far as to pluck the flower from her hair, and tucked it behind his ear. "That's hardly fair.." Tristan chuckled, finally letting go of her other hand, a cunning smirk playing on his lips. "No one messes with my hair and lives." Mocking a pout, the elf prince grasped at the mud with both of his hands, making sure both of his palms were coated with the soil before he pressed them square on her chest, leaving two clear hand prints on her 'lady bits'. Snickering, Tristan stood up just after pressing them on her, in fear of getting slapped on top of it all. Laughing loudly, Tristan staggered over to the nearest tree and leaned against it, his body heavy with mud and rain. "There, now we're even." Breathlessly, the elf prince leaned against the bark of the tree, waiting to see if she'd actually act on it.

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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» Like a lost flower growing with mad wind... «

→Grinning at her handiwork, Bianca knew she was in for it when Tristan mentioned people messing with his hair. However, his actions came as a complete and total shock to the girl, even though in retrospect- it shouldn't have. Wincing a little, and jaw dropping slightly as the prince got himself a nice little handful while he pressed dirt all over her chest, Bianca's grin faded into a little pout as she brought her mouth back together. "You..!" But before she could even swat the boy away or even begin to tell him off, he had jumped up and moved hastily away from the princess. Smart move... And it was, for if he had held his position much longer the elf would have likely had a nice red hand print on his face and the mud would be the last of his worries.

Sitting herself up, Bibi naturally went to run her fingers through the back of her hair, only to find it matted with the mud she had been laid into. "Ughhh." Dropping her hand once more, the princess stared down to her own chest, examining the perfect prints Tristan had made on her. Looking up, Bianca tracked the boy with her eyes, caught his and simply glared. Pushing herself to a stand, Bibi smoothed her dress as much as could be done considering the rain and mud that were now seemingly one with the fabric.

"That's sooooo far from even" she called to him, a bit of a whine playing in her tone. Bending a bit, Bianca scooped up one more handful of the same mud she'd previously been lying in into her left hand and stood back up. She didn't bother to try and hide it though, nope; the girl didn't care if Tristan saw it coming or not. Making her way over to the tree where the boy stood, Bianca thought over her idea, and her devilish little smirk returned. Nearing the boy Bianca just laughed a little, mockingly along with the boy. "Keep on... go ahead" a mock warning, at that. Coming upon the spot where he stood, Bianca closed the last bit of distance between them. Now all in Tristan's space, Bianca lifted her right, mud-free, hand and pressed the tip of her index finger to the boy's nose, giving it a little push moving his head slightly with it. "You think it's funny, huh? " Bianca didn't need an answer to that, of course he did, and in all honesty she actually found it a tad bit amusing herself. That wouldn't be admitted though, not now at least.

Unable to repress it, a little giggle escaped the princess as she continued on. " Now, my dear dear prince, you do realize that there is only one fair way to make it completely even, considering the nice feel you treated yourself to, right?" In order to make her intention completely known, Bianca let her eyes dramatically run down the prince's body, flicking down to Tristan's own 'package' and holding the mud up to indicate returning the hand print as he had left on her own body. Eyebrows raised in amusement, Bibi brought her eyes back up to meet his once again. Her eyes shining with a teasing sort of enjoyment, Bianca let her hand slowly drop, making a big scene out of what she was supposedly going to do. And then, just before she would have made for her grab she stopped abruptly, grinning at the boy and rolling her eyes. "Pff. You wish..." Laughing, Bianca backed away just a step, flung the dirt at the boy much in the same manner as she had to start with and brushed her hand on her already very dirty dress, clearing some of the mud from her hands. Moving over beside the prince, Bibi leaned her back against the tree, crossing her arms across her dirt covered chest. The tree provided a slight umbrella from the rain, but there was still enough to drip steadily on the pair as Bianca looked to the prince from the corner of her eye. "Nah, for all I know, that's what you would have wanted me to do." Grinning and giggling a bit more, she added one final teasing jab, "Pervert."


» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

Kiriana nodded in respect to her decision though she wondered if the princess' will alone could keep her standing upright. From the way she let it show it seemed that her small body was at the last of it's reserves "Perhaps" she said thoughtfully though she cared not whether she met her betrothed today or last day of the year that they were to be here. She was simply here because the agreement allowed them one year to 'get to know' their future partners. If she had had it her way she would have been married the very day the proposal came up. As long as her home was safe she would go anywhere to do anything. Her person was of no importance to her, only the people of her country.
Alura's acknowledgement of Kanya brought Kiri back into the world and she smiled "Yes I am very lucky to have a friend like Kan, I would not part with her for the world" she said without even trying to be modest. The connection she had with the small bobcat was something she would never belittle because she felt that it would be dishonest and rude both to herself and Kan. A rumble sounded from the small cat, somewhat like a growl but in reality it was Kanya's way of purring. Catching the meaning Kiri smiled though she kept her eyes trained on Alura "Do you not have any familiar servants with you during this stay?" she questioned thinking about her caretaker that had been allowed to come along as well.

[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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For a good few minutes the prince tried to suppress his laughter - eventually finding it useless as he chuckled at her, his stomach starting to ache and rumble again. In all truth, he had been expecting her to outright slap him, but perhaps, just perhaps, he had escaped that fate because she liked him. It was highly unlikely, but Tristan still smirked, happy with the fact she hadn't. Shivering slightly, the tall elf prince locked his eyes on the pink-and-now-brown-haired princess, breathing heavily, breath clouding still as he eyed the mud in her hand.
After she spoke, and he followed her eyes down to his 'area', and Tristan simply blinked. There was no way in hell she was going to do that. Or was there?

Tristan chuckled at her, and shrugged a bit before propping his hands on his hips, leaning his pelvis forward a bit. "If you insist." Waiting a bit, Tristan frowned as she threw the mud at him instead, this time watching it splatter on his stomach. "Prude." Using his hand to wipe off the excess mud, he couldn't hold in the chuckle that had suppressed itself for a few minutes, and the elf laughed at her, his red eyes lazily moving toward her as she leaned against the tree too. "We should probably go back inside.." Pushing off from the tree, Tristan offered his hand to Bianca before gesturing to the door. "Besides, what kind of good escort leaves his escortee out in the rain so she catches a cold? Dear me, what a scolding I would get." He watched her, a kind, faint smile playing on his lips. "It's almost lunch anyway."

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Let's strategize.

[Lollilox]

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

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[ ♥ ] Shaking her head softly, Alura answered the elven princess. "I'm afraid not. My personal maid was not allowed to accompany me." Sighing softly, Alura hung her head, her sweet, long strawberry blonde hair falling lifelessly over her shoulders. In all respect, she looked a lot like a little wind up doll, exhausted from days of playing, her wind up key now out of her back as she sat uselessly on the shelf.
How she would have liked it if Emmaline could have accompanied her on the trip.. but her mother had said it was about time for her to 'assert her independence', and Alura knew anyway that she couldn't have had the personal assistant stay for longer than the first day. In the letter that had been sent to her from the owner of the house, it had been made quite clear that the castle was staffed and could meet their needs - there was no need to put out beds for any more people.
Alura sighed again, smiling down at the bobcat. She wondered how long that cat would be able to stay with them.
Softly, she looked up at Kiri. "As a matter of fact I don't even know where my brother is."

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[Acid Allure]

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» Like a lost flower growing with mad wind... «

→Watching as Tristan pushed himself from the tree, Bianca pouted a little as he spoke. Truth be told she'd rather stay out in the dirt and rain than go back in that stuffy mansion. Eventually it'd have to be done though, and she knew it. Frowning, a bit disappointed that her fun was coming to an end, Bianca just nodded to Tristan. She took the prince's hand gently and forced a tiny smile at him as they began to move back toward the door. "I suppose. Though, truthfully, if I were to catch cold, I probably already have." Looking down at her water soaked dress clinging to her skin, she could feel the chill plainly from the crisp air hitting the wetness, and honestly it was the first time she actually noticed how cold she really was.

Shivering just a tiny bit as they reached the door, Bianca made her way inside, her clothes dripping water all over the floor as they walked in. Staring at the puddles mixed with mud the pair was leaving, Bianca just giggled, "Oops." Stopping in her tracks a moment, an idea crossed the girl's mind. 'Prude' he says... Grinning Bianca looked over to the boy, and then around the area they inhabited, making sure there was no one in sight. "Only one way to deal with that until we make it to the room..." With that, Bianca twisted her arms behind her back and undid the little zipper and proceeded to lift the little red dress over her head revealing her matching lacy red undergarments.

Now standing in the hallway, in just her bra, panties and boots, Bianca grinned and looked to Tristan briefly, expecting a very shocked look to take over his face. Bibi really didn't think it too big of a deal actually, though many did. She figured, Tristan had seen his fair share of more than just underwear, and in any case, it was just as covering as any swimming suit was. Shrugging it off, Bibi knew she'd better get herself to her room before anyone else saw though. Not that she cared about any ideas anyone would get from it; no she just didn't feel like being lectured by anyone at the time being. "Well, come on then. My room's closest. "

Setting off, Bianca looked back to see if the prince would follow, but didn't stop. Making her way through hallways and up staircases until she reached her room. Bibi breathed out a sigh of relief; she had managed to make it the whole way with no one seeing her... or at least no one that she saw herself. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she twisted it and pushed open the door and stepped inside, poking her head back out for a moment to see if she needed to leave it open for Tristan or not.


» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[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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Closing his fingers around Bianca's small hand, Tristan smiled, his absurdly cold ears now twitching happily. Her hand was shaking - though, so was his. It was really quite cold, and she had a point. If she were going to catch a cold, the rain would have made sure of that already. Hopefully, neither of them would become sick.. but that was probably going to happen anyway. The rain had chilled them both to the core, and the October wind hadn't helped any. Tristan could feel by the weight of the air that snow was going to be on their doorstep soon as well, which made the wind's bite ten times more vicious.
He shrugged a little, following Bianca, his hand being tugged along to the door they had come out. A blast of warm air hit him and Tristan smiled at the feeling. His nose was running and slightly pinked, along with his cheeks, his clothes dripping mud and rainwater just as Bianca's were. Chuckling a bit as he looked back at the trail of sludge on the floor, Tristan shrugged. "Oops is right."
It was only then that Tristan had noticed the grin plastered all over Bianca's face. The elf prince perked an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to.
Once she spoke again and acted on it, Tristan simply blinked at her. Well, he hadn't expected that. Not that he was going to complain.. not at all. I wonder if she wears underwear like that on a daily basis.. Tristan's eyes were now focused on the red undergarments, and of course, Bianca's figure. His red optics scanned over the fabric, his feet seemingly rooted to his spot as he stared, trying to think of other things than.. well, risque things about Bianca that were evoking a certain.. issue to arise again.
Without thinking, the elf prince tugged off his own shirt and pulled it over his muddy head, following Bianca through the halls to her room, saying absolutely nothing until he was past the door into her room, and he had closed the door behind him. By then, he had thought of various other repulsive things, and his problem had subsided for the moment.
He looked at her, a coy smirk finding its way onto his lips. "Well, for once in my life, I have no idea what to say."

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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» Like a lost flower growing with mad wind... «

→Standing aside to let the now-shirtless Tristan in, Bianca simply grinned as the boy closed the door and expressed his loss for words. Good. The princess had been hoping it'd shock him at least a little, for her own kicks and giggles of course. "I'm sure that's a task not easily accomplished. Congratulations to me?" Obviously teasing the boy, Bianca just shot him a little smile accompanied with a giggle. "And you said I was a prude." Laughing a bit Bianca made her way across the room, throwing her disaster of a dress into a basket for dirty clothing, wondering if there would be any way for the maids to turn it back into a proper dress. It was one of her favorites after all, but if not, it was a simple sacrifice for a bit of fun and freedom. "I'm full of surprises, my prince. You'll come to learn that, I'm sure." Positioning herself with a hand on the wall, Bibi stood herself on one leg as to pull off one of her boots, and then quickly did the same with the other side, tossing the equally as messy pair into the basket with the dress.

Paying no mind to whatever Tristan may have been doing or thinking at that moment, Bibi moved about freely over to her closet to check what she'd want to wear to lunch. Letting out a simple "Hmmm" the girl turned about, walking right into the room's bathroom and emerging a moment later with a fairly decent sized black towel around her slim body, covering the half nakedness she had previously been wandering about in. Looking over to Tristan, she smiled and gestured to the bathroom. "You go ahead and clean up, as I'm sure I will take a fair amount of time longer than yourself. I'll send for your clothes, alright?" Not intending on taking no for an answer, Bianca took the elf's arm and pulled him over to the doorway and nudged him a bit to go in. Watching as he took the remaining steps into the bathroom, Bianca couldn't help but look him over one good time since he had been so kind as to provide her with the view of his perfectly toned upper half. Smirking to herself as he closed the door, Bianca did as she said and made her way to the door and called for a maid.

A kindly looking woman of, Bibi would guess, around forty came to her call, looking a bit confused at the princess, probably wondering what in the world had happened to the girl's hair. Waving it off, Bianca addressed the woman, " I need for a set of Prince Tristan's clothes to be brought in." Noting the look in the maid's eyes as the woman eyed over Bianca and her towel and obviously running over the thought of Tristan needing clothes, Bianca added, "We were walking and had a little mishap. I slipped and fell and he tried to catch me, but it didn't work out so well for him either. Instead of dragging our mud any further into the castle I agreed for him to just clean up here. Now, if your curiosity is satisfied, I'd like you to move quickly. I'm not entirely keen on the though of a naked man prancing about in my bedroom." With a look that clearly told the woman to dismiss any thoughts from her mind, Bianca waved her away and closed the door behind her, giggling to herself once again. Moving through the room, Bianca seated herself in a little chair positioned a few feet from her bed. Oh how Bianca would nearly kill to lie down on it and rest for just a little while. Thinking about it, a little yawn escaped and she pouted. If it weren't for the mud in her hair and the icky feeling running over the majority of her body, she would have more than likely already been happily napping. Sighing, the princess did her best to push the thought of a nap from her mind as she waited for Tristan to finish in the bathroom.




» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

Kiri didn't say anything in response to Alura's first statement, thinking back on how Tessa had been adamant that she came, even if for only a day. Her caretaker was extraordinarily attached to Kiriana and had been since she was a child. To her, Tessa had acted in place of the mother that had always been too busy to teach her the ways of being a lady. She'd been the authority, teacher and even playmate at times. It was odd to think that after today she would not have the older elf to accompany her to make sure she was well taken care of. It also brought a small ache to her chest as she dreaded the time when she would say goodbye but she didn't let any of these emotions show. Instead, her eyes were trained on a faraway wall as she lost herself in deep thought, no stance, expression or shuffle exposed the inner turmoil she felt.

As she was brought back to the world and remembered her situation, Alura was just mentioning her brother "Nor I, though I hear Tristan came here a day earlier than myself" she said thinking about the brother that differed from her in almost every possible way. She had no actual dislike for him of course, they were family so she would always have a certain affection for him but they disagreed heavily on their views. Throughout the war, Kiri couldn't help but notice that he enjoyed the fighting and killing while she strove to stop it. He had even been hesitant to come here and partake in marriages of peace to bring the war to it's end. She did not condemn him for such acts of course, he was free to have his own opinion, but she could not condone it either. "I would have thought he would be here to at least greet the lady's that may become his wife" she said puzzled before another thought came to her "Unless of course, he has already been introduced to his fiance but still..." she added thinking of her brother's attitude to women and how it was impossible for him to settle. Was he sulking then? Angry that he was finally being forced to marry? She could not bring to mind a right answer for his absence but then put it away, it was none of her business where he was or how he spent his time after all.

[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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Folding his arms over his chest, Tristan shook his head. "It's never happened before." Truthfully, Tristan gave a curt nod in Bianca's direction, watching as she threw her dirtied clothes and shoes in the hamper. The elf looked down at his shirt, not thinking twice before tossing that in the basket as well, stripping down to his ironically, also red, boxers, his pants and shoes also going into the laundry. Laughing a bit at her remark about him calling her a prude, Tristan shrugged. "You'll strip before me, but you dare not lay a hand on me." Smirking at her, the elf prince's ears perked. "Doesn't make much sense, now does it?" He gave another shrug, his red eyes scanning over her once again. "Perhaps, it's an 'all in good time' thing." Chuckling again, Tristan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, staring over at Bianca.
Before long, she had brought up the issue of cleaning themselves, and she took his arm, leading him to the bathroom, nudging him in. Tristan looked over at her and smiled. "Alright, Lord knows why you'd take longer. You look nice enough without all of that stuff on your face." The elf gave another little shrug, stealing one glance back at her before he stepped inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Once in the bathroom, Tristan shed the last of his clothing, tossing that in the other basket that lay in the corner, and stepped into the shower. It ran through his mind - briefly - as he turned on the tap, that this was the very place Bianca had probably showered that morning. Steam filled the shower quickly and the prince smirked, closing his eyes as the hot water washed out all of the mud. He stood there for a few moments until the small pink lily that Bianca had stuck behind his ear fell out of his hair and onto the shower's tiled floor. Even with his eyes closed as he stood under the rain of the shower head, Tristan felt the flower fall, his heightened senses alerting him to it. Opening an eye, Tristan stooped over and picked it up, the water running down his form and off his head in a steady trickle, running down on the flower before he righted himself again and put the small pink flower on one of the empty shelves of the shower. Oddly, Tristan took care not to crush the delicate little thing, and when he looked at it, it made him smile.
Putting that out of his mind, Tristan reached for the shampoo, and he didn't think any more of it until he emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist, the flower pressed between the folds of the towel, hidden from sight.
Fresh and clean, Tristan walked over to where Bianca was sitting, gesturing her towards the bathroom. "All yours, my lady." He smiled softly at her, distracted by a knock on the door.
Frowning, Tristan looked over at it and walked towards it, his free hand grasping the knob, turning it and pulling it open. There, stood a maid, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, who had also, upon seeing the elf prince wearing nothing but a towel, still glistening wet, blushed furiously. "What is it?" Tristan asked impatiently, waiting for an answer.
"Excuse my intrusion but my mother told me to bring these to you." She blushed again and held the bundle out towards him.
Tristan frowned at her, glancing down at the clothes she was holding and took them from her with his free hand. "You may go." said Tristan with a bored tone, and he stepped back into the room, closing the door with his foot behind him, ignoring the look the maid gave him that said she wanted to talk more.
Quickly, Tristan laid out his clothes and dried himself off more, dressing in almost the same thing he had been wearing before. A black, form fitting dress shirt covered his chest, a blue and dark gray vest slipped over top of it.
A pair of blue silk boxers, and a pair of black trousers and black socks and shoes came next, covering his legs, his red hair accentuating the blue in the vest. In the top right corner, there was a small crest, a bird and a tree: the crest of the Swift family. Now fully dressed, Tristan tucked the pink flower in the breast pocket of the shirt and threw the towel in the basket, sitting himself down on Bianca's bed, waiting for her to emerge.

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Let's strategize.

[Lollilox]

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

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[ ♥ ] Allowing her shoulders to rise and fall softly, Alura shrugged. She knew for one, Tristan wasn't one to stick around. He was probably somewhere around the castle, probably flirting with some mediocre looking maid. She smiled softly at that thought, knowing one way or another he had found a way to amuse himself. "One way or another you'll see him. Probably at lunch today. I know he would never be late." Ally offered a smile to the elf princess.
She gestured to the table that was being set at the current moment. The smell of the food was already beginning to drift into the room from the connected kitchen, and it made Alura's mouth water. The china being laid was rimmed with silver and gold, intricate designs on the empty plates, surrounded by a menage of spotless, shining cutlery. Her white-gold eyes tracked over the layout, the same she had seen at formal dinners before. Of course, she knew how to eat with them, but at the current moment, she couldn't be bothered with using the right fork for the right dish. For all she cared, she could have used her hands and shoved the food in her mouth; she was rather hungry, and the smell of the fresh food was making her hungrier than before.
Eerie eyes ran over the shined, intricate crystal glasses and Alura smiled again before fixing her eyes back on the princess. "I'm sure we'll be able to eat soon, as well. To be honest I'm rather hungry."

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→Tired and slightly bored waiting on the prince, Bibi's mind wandered back to the garden. She ran over the scene with the rain and the mud and the two of them, Tristan and herself. Grinning a bit to herself as she thought over certain small moments that had occurred, Bianca was only pulled from her daydreams when Tristan spoke. Jolting back to the current moment, Bibi glanced up to see Tristan emerging from the bathroom, only a towel around his waist, his body still a bit slick with the water from the shower accenting him quite nicely. Taking one good look at the boy, Bianca pulled her eyes from him, not wanting to stare and stood up. Saying just a simple "Alright" in response, Bibi made her way back across the room, shedding the black towel halfway there, tossing it into the basket along with her and Tristan's clothing.

Hearing the knock at the door, Bibi knew it should be the maid returning with Tristan's outfit and she left him to it, shutting the door behind her. Quickly stripping off the last of her own clothes, she tossed them on top of the prince's into the basket that lay in the bathroom. Thinking about it as she turned on the shower and stepped in, oh what the help would gossip about when they found her underwear in the same mix with his. But the girl wouldn't be bothered to fix that, and she forgot it nearly instantly as she felt the warm water pouring over her, cleansing all that nasty mud from her delicate body. Taking her sweet time in the shower, Bianca washed the mud from her hair, grateful to have it clean once more and then continued on in scrubbing every inch of herself to be rid of the sticky feeling she had been encompassed in.

A good while later, Bibi finally made her exit from the bathroom, a clean towel wrapped neatly around her, hair still damp and cheeks a bit rosy from the heat of the steam and water. "Feel's so much better" she said happily as she made her way back to her closet, looking over Tristan's outfit briefly as to not completely clash with whatever he'd be wearing. Noting the bit of blue, Bibi pulled a black and blue corseted dress from the mix of garments hanging, tossed it onto the bed and bent down, carefully as she was still in a towel, and retrieved the matching ankle boots from the floor of the closet. Moving around silently, Bibi looked to the prince again as she set the boots next to the dress. Smiling a bit, happy with her selection, she said nothing and just continued to her dresser, rummaging in it a moment and pulling a strapless blue bra and pantie set from it to match her dress. Gathering her things from the bed Bibi walked back to the bathroom once more and dressed quickly. Brushing out her hair, she decided to leave it down this time, letting it fall softly over her shoulders as it dried. Looking in the mirror, she debated over her makeup for a moment as Tristan's words rang through her thoughts once again. Smiling a bit at the comment, Bianca decided to leave it for now and opened the door once more, walking straight for the bed where the boy sat.

Approaching on the side where he was, Bibi walked straight up to him, and naturally did a little spin showing off her outfit before proceeding to move onto the bed, sitting at first and then laying herself back relishing in finally being able to relax for a minute on the bed she had longed for a bit ago. "Lunch should be soon I suppose." she mused out loud to him. Grinning, she was seriously debating sleep.. " I wonder if there's time for a nap..." Laughing a moment, a tiny yawn made it's way from the girl as she put her arms behind her head and looked to Tristan once again, sweetly smiling, content for the moment.


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