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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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Biding his time, Tristan smiled as Bianca disappeared behind the bathroom door. He shifted from side to side, moving his long legs around restlessly as he waited for her to re-emerge. A good, solid twenty minutes had gone by and Tristan was starting to get impatient, but sooner than later, she had emerged, still wet, but covered in a towel.
Staring at her, the elf smiled and thought about saying something, but kept his mouth firmly shut, his thoughts roaming instead to what was under the towel and he smirked to himself.
His eyes tracked her as she moved to her closet, pulling out a bunch of things before going back into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later, her body covered in a blue dress, her face fresh and makeup free. Tristan blinked. She was complying to his opinion about not wearing makeup. He blinked again, his mind all of a sudden set on a trip.
He sat there a moment simply thinking it over. Usually when women try to impress me, they do whatever I tell them to.. could she.. no. There's no way. Tristan's ears twitched as he looked at her, scanning her over. Even her choice of clothing had made him think. Was Bianca trying to capture his attention and please him? It seemed unlikely, given her personality.. but then again, if she was trying to get with him.. that was a good thing, right? No, that's a bad thing, stupid. You can't seriously.. be serious about her. She's a princess, and you're a prince. She's not some kind of maid you can shrug off. If you fall once, she's going to expect a relationship. Tristan shuddered to himself. Relationships.. definitely weren't his thing. The prince's ears twitched again, this time alerted to hear Bianca speak, the bed bouncing a bit as she laid down.
Pasting on a smile, he looked at her and leaned over to where she laid and shook his head. "We'd best be heading up to the common room.. Besides, you still need to meet your fiance, as do I."

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Let's strategize.

[Candy Flavored Kisses]

What If I Wanted To Break...?

What Would You Do...?

Odette bowed grandly, holding the edges of her long pink skirt as she did so. She was glad to be leaving the castle for the day, even if it was only to fetch some ingedrients for dinner. She said in her quiet voice,"Thank you. I shall go with all my speed and return in time to make the afternoon tea." She heard the chief grunt in response as he turned and walked away. Odette straightened, dusting her skirt off as she turned and walked down the marble hall towards the large front doors. She loved the thought of being able to walk outside, especially when so many people were supposed to come to the castle. She brushed her long black hair out of her face, the messy bun on the side of her head not really saying any compliments to her sense of style though she did not care for what others thought of her. The butterfly shaped hair ornament on the other side of her head sparkled in the dim light as she walked through the halls, her heels tapping against the ground as the large and wide tops of her leather boots danced around her ankles. She stopped momentarily to pull up her stocking which was beginning to fall down a little bit, but that was only because it was for taller and larger people. Odette was so petite and short that the only stockings that would fit her were of course, children stockings. She sighed, dusting herself off once more before taking a detore and going to the attic instead. She had spaced and forgotten why she had gone to the room until she saw the small pile of her belongings and went over to it, grabbing her long black velvet cloak and pulling it on as she tied the small golden bow around her neck, pulling the hood up and heading back downstairs. She was so short she didn't even have to crouch to walk in the attic, and that would be pretty sad to see. Odette made a face, the large black bow on the back of her dress dancing weakly and brushing against her back. Whenever she went to the village in her uniform she would often get whistles and such from passing men, but most of the time she would never even feel an ounce of flattery since the men who often whistled and flirted with her were as drunk as her father had gotten on Christmas eve, or new years day. She closed the large front door behind her, heading on to the path that lead to the village as she sighed and began to sing to herself, the light glinting off one of her sharp fangs.

[ Hope this is good. :3 ]

...Laugh It All Off In Your Face..

[Candy Flavored Kisses]

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⇢ ⇢xxRayne sighed in boredom, letting his long black hair fall over his eyes as he looked up towards the castle, a servant girl wearing a cloak brushing past him though he payed her no mind. He let out a loud huff of air as the fur at the top of his leather coat brushed against his neck and caught some of his hair. Unlike most of the other royals, he was dressed like some wild bandit though in truth he was the human prince who had been sent to the castle to wed someone. He stuck his tongue out, grumbling weakly,"How fun. A house full of snotty royals to deal with." He ran one of his hands through his hair, brushing some of it away from his eyes so he could get a better view of the place he would be calling home for a few days,"I will have the biggest headache after this is over..." He grumbled a few profanities underneath his feather soft breath before walking up the stairs slowly and shoving the large door out of his way, getting glares of confusion and fear from passerbys as he entered the castle and headed down the large marble halls. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks, her leather vest missing it sleeves so his inked up arms could be seen, though the tattoos looked natural. As if he had been born with them though he had just gotten the marks recently. His green eyes flashed all around him as he walked, uncomfortable with being so close to all the snooty rich nobles and guards.

Rayne grumbled again underneath his breath,"The last time I got this close to the noble society was when I beat the daylights outta that drunk guy in the tavern." He became even angrier at the mere thought of the man he had nearly beaten to death a week or so ago. Rayne had lost the only chance he had at a happy life, his own fairytale, so to see a man beat a woman he claimed to love brutally as if she were a wild animal just pressed all of Rayne's wrong buttons. He rubbed the back of his wrist over his lips before dropping his hand back into his pocket as he continued on his way down the halls. He heard the laughter of women and the chattering of other royals though he payed them no heed. He passed two servants girls who were watching him with curious and interested eyes. He smiled playfully at them and they blushed as they giggled and headed off to do what they wanted. Rayne smirked mockingly at their backs,"How easy it is to impress a lady anymore..." He sighed, his face going back to the cold, hard face as he looked forward once more. He wasn't really trying to impress a girl. Sure he had had his fair share of one night stands with girls, though he always made sure that the girl was looking for nothing but a little bit of fun the nights he actually did something like that. He laughed to himself,"I am sure Samantha would be disgraced to call me her husband if she had seen me today..." He smirked, telling himself mentally,'As if I care for what the dead think of me though...'

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[Acid Allure]

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

→Her eyes slipped closed for only a brief moment before Tristan's voice dashed Bibi's hopes for a catnap. Re-opening one eye, Bianca looked up to find the elf staring right back down at her. The princess opened the other eye only long enough to roll the pair at the prince hovered over top of her before closing them once more.

Thinking over it a moment, Bianca let out a little groan, clearly expressing her displeasure with the thought- both of getting up off her cozy bed and of going to meet whomever she was being forced upon. "Do we really have to? I mean, come on, a nap is soooo much more appealing than playing meet and greet like we give a damn." Bibi spoke bluntly, yet truthfully. She knew neither of them really cared to be in the situation they were pushed into, let alone eager to go occupy themselves with their new counterparts. Reviewing the thought a moment more, Bibi opened her eyes suddenly and propped her elbows under herself, pushing her up slightly to look more clearly at the elf.

"Or perhaps, just perhaps, you actually are looking forward to this" she pointed out somewhat playfully, but a tad more accusingly. Smirking just a bit, she continued, "Of course. An innocent girl to prey upon is just in your liking,huh?" As the words rolled out of her mouth, Bianca found herself quite irritated at the thought. Pff, why do you even care? It's not your problem.... unless you're the one paired with him. and at that, you already know what to expect from him anyway- which isn't much.

Sighing, Bibi flopped herself flat upon the bed once more and let her eyes close again as she mused. "To be honest, I almost pity the girl... poor thing being forced into becoming nothing more than another one of your playthings." Lying there on the bed next to the very person she was speaking so carelessly about, Bibi silently prayed she would not be that girl. Should she really be forced to marry, Bianca at least wished for someone who would treat her well. And well, Tristan, the type of playboy that he so obviously was, Bianca was sure he could never truly care for anyone other than himself.

A pang of sadness suddenly swept over the girl, the reason for it unknown to her really. All she knew was, even as comfortable as that bed was at the time, she was now extremely restless indeed, feeling the need to get away. From what exactly she wasn't sure, but she just..did. "Ugh, whatever. Let's just go then" she spoke out once more, her tone changing completely as she opened her eyes slowly and began to sit herself upright on the bed.


» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[[ Looks good to me :3 ]]

[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

Kiriana chuckled as Alura promised that her brother would not be late "I pray that he is not for then he would be making a fool out of himself and the kingdom we belong to" she said her tone quieter as though it was only meant for hers and Kanya's ears. Allowing herself a small smirk at the thought she then smiled at Kan's rumble of agreement before glancing towards the dining table.
As the odor of food was caught by Kiriana's sensitive nose she also felt a stirring of hunger in the pit of her stomach. The food surely did look delicious and very fancy as well but from the looks on Alura's face Kiri observed that the princess wasn't feeling up to being well-mannered in the art of eating. The way she looked ravenously at the food had the taller woman smiling in kind amusement. When she turned towards Kiriana once more, her smile was returned to politeness as she responded in agreement. "Yes, traveling does reveal one's appetite" she said neutrally glancing back at the food. Her stomach was becoming more urgent by the moment though she was loathe to show it her frequent glances also betrayed her thoughts as the smells of food became stronger in the air.
To take her mind off of the ever coming lunch she glanced around the congregation of nobles and noticed something odd "Have you noticed that as of now we are the only royalty present, I see no other princess' or princes in this room. I find that very strange since it was quite well known to gather here once we arrived" she said casually while continuing to scout the room for others of their status.

[Zyphrenda]

Verena Latchford

Verena sat up on her bed and gave out a yawn making her fangs extend. She stretched till her body felt loosened then gave out a small yawn. She looked around, and recalled where she was, making her feel that pain of being homesick. Verena then remembered her brother was going to be coming and jumped out of bed with newfound joy. She straightened her hair even though it was not needed because her hair never tangled easily. She straightened her dress so that she was still a proper princess that everyone would be expecting.

Verena always loved her brother and that she had great admiration for him. She never judged her brother even though he did things she did not approve of, especially with women. She walked out of her room and was not sure of where the best place to go. She then thought of maybe searching for the Common Room or the Dining room; Verena of course did not need to eat but the others were not like her. She walked down the hall sticking to the shadows again. Verena had no idea where it was so she just wandered the hallways until she came across what seemed to be a kitchen. Servants and cooks were busying themselves with the food and all their attention was on the food. She thought it best to leave them be, so she kept walking to what seemed to be a dining room of some sort. She walked inside and looked around for other royals. She thought she saw a princess possibly from one of the kingdoms that she was supposed to know, but she wasn’t sure so she decided to walk around the room and act as if she was interested in the artwork that was being displayed on the walls.

[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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Smirking briefly, the elf prince shrugged, pushing himself up off the bed, his pants straightening back out as they fell back to their place around his ankles. The creases that had formed, flattened out almost instantly as the tall boy stood and brushed himself off, extending a long-fingered hand to her. "You're right, I really don't care, but -"
Before he could finish his sentence, Bianca spoke again, accusing him of looking forward to it. Tristan frowned, his long ears instantly drooping, and he dropped the hand he held out to her. The smile that had hidden behind his eyes melted away, and now held an icy hostility.
Instead of saying anything, Tristan simply listened. So this was what she had been thinking all along? He noticed the smirk on her lips - normally one would think she was joking with a grin like that on her face, but the tone of her voice had an underlying seriousness to it. On the surface, it appeared she was joking, but his sensitive ears picked up the truth beneath it, and the elf prince let the frown settle on his lips, growing deeper and deeper until his handsome face was written with hurt.
That's what you get for thinking she's any different from any other woman, Tristan thought to himself, listening to Bianca's words, each feeling a bit like a dagger going into his chest. If she thinks that... what am I doing trying to change it? You can't change someone, stupid. Give up, it's not worth your time..
The mean look in his eyes softened a bit, a whirlwind of emotions washing over him; sadness, anger, hate... all evident in his expressive crimson eyes.

Tristan gave a sigh, his eyes softening further, the anger dwindling from him. There was no point in getting mad over it. He was just disappointed. It was something he was used to. "You would think that, wouldn't you?" The elf prince shook his head softly to himself.
Romance. What a joke. Sighing again, Tristan tucked his hands in his pockets, backing up, slowly moving away from Bianca who was now sitting up, the last of the emotion draining out of his eyes. Now, they looked vacant - almost fake. "I can't believe I thought you'd be different.." he voiced it softly, almost to himself. It was then that Tristan turned around, leaving Bianca sitting on the bed as he disappeared out the door, his movements stiff and proper. No longer could he show that side of himself to anyone. No longer would he let anyone even remotely close to being able to hurt him like Bianca just had.

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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

→Righting herself completely, Bibi looked up to the prince getting a clearer view as he stood there. Looking him over a moment, she noticed he looked... deeply upset. Could it have been what she said? Surely not. To be sure he didn't care that much what she thought. But then he spoke and pretty much verified that it had been her words that hurt him. Seriously? Bianca never pegged Tristan as the type to care what anyone would have to say, especially since he outright flaunted his playboy mannerisms with no shame. Perking an eyebrow as he finished up his sentence, voice filled with disappointment, Bibi frowned a bit as she watched the elf leave the room.

Staring after him, the princess sighed heavily. Was she actually feeling bad about hurting his feelings? No way, why should she? It was all truth, and even he had to know it. Pushing herself to a stand, Bianca had the overwhelming urge to go after Tristan. Why? What makes him so special to have you chase after him? That was right. There was no need for her to follow the boy like a puppy. Nodding to herself, Bianca wandered to the vanity that sat in a corner of the room and gathered a simple silver chain that had a little blue sapphire heart dangling from it that matched the shade of blue in her dress perfectly. Putting it delicately around her neck and fixing the clasp closed, Bianca stood still for a moment, the look on Tristan's face as he left haunting her.

"Ugh... my god" she whined to herself as she turned on her heel and quickly headed for the door. Flinging herself out it, Bibi stood in the hall a moment looking left and right to see if she could still see the elf. Sure enough he was still in sight. With a roll of her eyes at her own foolishness, Bianca shut the door behind her and set off to the right at a near run, as careful as she could as to not break her ankle in those boots that were clicking on the floor as she went. When she was almost at him, she slowed to a smooth walk and called "Tristan..." . Catching up to him entirely, Bianca stretched out her arm, placing her hand on the boy's arm to try and stop his movement. Quickly rounding him, Bibi placed herself right in front of the elf and stared up at him, obviously meaning for him to stop. Looking at his face, Bianca still saw the hurt in it and she couldn't help wonder why exactly what she said would get to him so badly. His words came back to her, nearly ringing in her ears though when he had said them it was so quiet. And before she could even catch them, the words flew right on out of her mouth as she looked up at him with an inquisitive kind of stare , "Different? From what, Tristan?"


» Like a sad river who has no end. «

[Lollilox]

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

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[ ♥ ] Nodding, Alura glanced around the place. Sooner or later, the royals would probably start pouring in, especially if they were as hungry as she was. "Yes, perhaps we were the only ones who chose to follow the rules." She shrugged as she dished out the poorly veiled insult to everyone who wasn't present. At the moment, she didn't even care about manners, or keeping her opinion to herself. She was tired, cranky, and well, hungry of course. The smell of lunch was even more potent before, fresh spices and the smell of citrus fruits floated through the air, assaulting her nose in the most delicious way, coaxing groans out of her tiny little stomach. Simply shrugging, Alura took a seat at the table, not bothering with her manners, again. Normally, she would have asked Kiriana if she would have liked to sit before she herself did, but then again - it was all about her comfort at the moment. Besides, her stickly legs could barely hold her up any longer. Exhaustion was talking over her body and her eyes drooped softly, a servant coming up to her as she sat down.
"Would you like anything to drink your Highness?" She asked, an obviously fake compliant smile on her face.
"Coffee, two cream, two sugar." Alura said, giving a wave of her hand, excusing the girl.
Alura gazed her white-gold eyes over at Kiriana. "Pardon my sitting. I can hardly keep myself awake, let alone try to stand."

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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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Walking slowly, Tristan listened to the sound of the door closing behind him. There were no sounds of Bianca's heeled shoes against the hard wood floor of the hall, no stirs of dust from the crushed velvet runner kicked up by her boots. Somehow, Tristan had resigned himself, almost completely, to the thought that she didn't care. Sighing, the elf prince slouched, his tall upper half curving in a depressed 'C' shape. What had he been thinking? Why did it matter if she thought that or not? Tristan wanted to say it didn't matter and he could just shrug it off like every other time a girl had accused him of being a playboy, but a part of him just wouldn't let it go. It bothered him to no end, and it hurt him like nothing else ever had. In the past two days, he had established something completely new with Bianca, and to see that all come crashing down, even though he didn't know how to handle it, well, it felt like his world was going to cave in at any moment. It felt a lot like what he thought heartbreak would feel like.. but that was absurd. He was definitely, not in love.
Perhaps it was just his first real friendship.

Tristan didn't know what it was.. but it hurt him to know that Bianca thought of him like that. Not that it wasn't anything but the truth... no, she was almost spot on, about his playboy features anyway. But, she was wrong about him looking forward to the arranged marriage. In all truth, Tristan hated the idea. He had very few morals, but he knew marrying for anything but love was wrong.

The elf took in a deep breath and exhaled it, walking slowly down the hall, not even noticing as the door of Bianca's room opened. It was only when she was halfway down the hall to him did he even notice her, an air of frustration and confusion about her as she reached him, rounding his front to look at him, asking him the question he knew he'd eventually get asked. The elf prince sighed. "It doesn't matter anymore." Softly, Tristan pushed her to the side and kept walking, a defensive look in his eyes now.

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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

→Holding her stance and gaze steady, Bibi watched the elven prince's face for any reaction. Much to her dismay, the only thing she got from Tristan was a melancholy sigh and one sentence trying to dismiss Bianca at the moment. And then she felt him push her to the side, gently, but removing her from his way none-the-less. Watching as he moved right on past her like she was nothing, Bibi felt a wave of frustration hit her like a ton of bricks, followed by a need to make the boy pay attention to her that hit nearly as hard. "It matters to me." she mumbled, now speaking to his back as he proceeded to keep about his walk. "Tristan!" she called, fully irritated with the entire situation, the boy and mostly her own internal battle of trying to figure out what exactly it was going through her head anyway.

When he didn't respond, Bianca stomped her foot and threw her head back, in a manner almost like a child's temper tantrum. For some ungodly reason, Bianca just couldn't let it go. Anyone else she would have let just walk away and not given them a second thought, but this time it was messing with her intensely. The more she thought about it, the irritation grew. Who was he to think he could walk away from her anyway? With a little huff, Bianca set off after him again, catching up in a matter of seconds. Jumping in front of the elf once again, she put her hand out and as he took one more step her hand landed perfectly in the middle of his chest, the determination to stop him and make him talk to her written all over her face. Narrowing her eyes a bit as she looked up to Tristan, she began to walk forward turning a bit, hand pushing him as she moved, until she backed him straight into the wall.

Staring up at him, Bianca had a very serious look plastered on her face; probably for the first time in a very long time had she been so adamant about speaking with someone. Not even knowing why it was so important to her to make sure Tristan didn't take his leave from her, she spoke, quietly but firmly."Nobody ever walks away from me Tristan. I'm not going to let you be the first..." After verbally informing the prince that she had no intention of letting him off the hook, Bibi said it once more,"Now, it matters.... to me. So tell me." Looking straight into crimson eyes, Bibi tried to stare him down at least, putting every ounce of desperation to convince the elf to tell her into her own gaze. But nothing... nothing more than the feeling of Tristan nudging her off, once more trying to push his way past her. A feeling of defeat washed over Bianca.

Sighing, Bianca was actually nearly ready to call it quits. There was no use to keep on pushing if he obviously wasn't going to give. Then it hit her. No. She wasn't going to let him just ignore her, that's not something that was acceptable in Bianca's book. Only god knows what got into the girl next, but something overtook Bianca's spirit telling her to fight this, and in one swift movement she grasped for the boy who had just about gotten past her, and shoved him right back into the spot on the wall in front of her. Not even thinking, Bianca just looked up at him for a split second, her expression softening just a bit before she stood herself higher on her tip toes than even her heeled boots had her already and before she could even talk herself out of it, Bibi found herself connected with Tristan ever so perfectly at the lips in a sweet, soft kiss. It was one of those unexpected, beautiful kinds of kisses that seems to make everything right in the world... except the fact that it shouldn't have ever happened. Coming back to her senses, Bianca pulled herself away from the prince, biting down on her lower lip, still able to feel it clearly. Confused and a little embarrassed, Bianca glanced to the prince and then quickly to the side not wanting to look directly at him at the moment. Clearing her throat a little, she spoke oh so quietly, "Uhm. Well, now that I should have your attention... we're just going to pretend I didn't do that, alright." Still refraining from looking at Tristan, Bianca mentally kicked herself not understanding anything anymore. What the hell was that Bianca, seriously? What's your deal?.......... I.. don't know...


» 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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As much as Tristan wanted to tell Bianca what he had meant earlier - his words, the kiss, the flower and the touches - he couldn't bring himself to. So, when Bianca tried to stop him from walking on down the melancholy hall, Tristan built up another wall, keeping his mouth shut and his eyes sad and stony. Her hand was on his chest a moment later, and she pushed him up against an adjacent wall, his shoulders shrugging lightly as his body thumped softly against the off-white painted hall. Carefully avoiding her gaze, Tristan simply shook his head and pushed past her again. He could tell, from the tone of her voice, that she wanted him to tell her what it all meant to get her own way.
The elf prince let out another sigh, stepping softly around her, his red hair gently swinging as he made his way, his brow creased in a disappointed scowl. Part of him wanted so bad to tell her he was going to be the first to just walk away, but the other part made him hold his tongue and choose to drag himself down the hall. However, he had only gotten another few steps in front of Bianca before she pushed him to the wall again, this time with a considerable amount of force. As his body absorbed the shock, Tristan's head lolled back and bounced against the wall, his eyes forced to look down at Bianca, a kind of determination in her optics, but that soon softened and a few split seconds later, the striking elf prince found himself in a sweet little kiss with her. For a moment, he had no idea what to do, but that quickly melted away, for about as soon as Bianca had initiated the kiss, she moved back again, clearing her throat.
Tristan simply blinked at her, his whole world turned upside down, again. His mind went blank and the elf's eyes scanned over her face, his eyes in turn softening. "You're stupid, Bianca." A small smile flashed on his lips, his hand reaching for her wrist, his fingers catching her there. With a bit of force he pulled her back, instead, pinning her against the wall, his body pressed against hers, his lips finding hers again, this time with more passion. If you want to see the real me.. you've got it.

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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

→In that time, waiting on a response from Tristan, a nice little tint of red fixated itself on Bianca's cheeks. The girl stood there, silently scolding herself. What had she been thinking. She couldn't even figure it out, no matter how hard she racked her brain. Was it just her desperation to get her own way that had driven her to such? It had to be... there was no way Bianca could actually care about the elf... was there? No. Bianca, no. You're not allowed to have any kind of feeling for that boy. At. All. It's just asking for trouble... asking to get hurt. Get yourself together.

On and on she went, yelling at herself in her mind until Tristan's voice broke the silence again. A little shocked at his reply, Bianca turned her face to the boy, shooting him a little glare, "I beg your pardon?" she forced out defensively. Opening her mouth, probably to fuss at the boy for calling her stupid, Bibi's words caught in her throat as she felt Tristan's hand grasping her wrist. And before she could register the smile on his face, she found herself pressed against the wall in the very same spot as she had previously had the elf. And within a split second, she felt the warmth as Tristan's body was now pressed against her own, his lips pressing to hers in another kiss. Stunned a bit at the entire thing, Bianca knew she should stop it... she knew she should push the boy away... this- well, this was not the way things were supposed to go. Bianca was definitely not supposed to be finding herself against a wall with one of the biggest players she figured she'd ever met. And yet, the girl couldn't bring herself to do a damn thing about it other than close her eyes and melt into it. Pushing it all away, all the thoughts of what she should and shouldn't be doing, Bianca let herself slip sweetly into Tristan's kiss and without another second thought, she was returning it, reaching up and wrapping her free arm around his neck, the passion in this kiss flowing between the two sending a tingle throughout the princess' body as she kissed him.

Not caring anymore about how hard she should kick herself for this, Bianca let herself enjoy the feeling, standing there sandwiched between the wall and the prince, holding onto him tightly as they commenced their own little make out session right there in the middle of the hallway. The girl found herself smiling a bit through the kiss, well when it would allow anyway. But after a little bit, Bianca, sadly, had to breathe. Reluctantly, the girl broke the kiss, immediately biting down on her lip again, grinning this time, as she looked up to the elf who was still holding her in place. There were no words she could come up with to describe that kiss... the feeling she had at that moment was nothing she had ever had before, and she didn't exactly know what to make of it. But, now, standing there with him, she had to admit it to herself at least...she was happy. "Well..." Bibi felt the need to say something, anything, but her mind was a blur and she was quickly coming up with absolutely nothing. "You've returned the accomplishment... I'm completely lost for words." she admitted to Tristan, a little giggle accompanying the warm smile she gave him.


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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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Savoring the kiss for as long as he could before potentially getting slapped, Tristan closed his eyes, a few moments later completely baffled as to the fact Bianca begun to return his actions. Sooner than later, her arm was around his neck, and his arms were fast around her lower back, the kiss continuing for a good fifteen seconds. It didn't even occur to the elven prince that he was making out with another girl who was supposed to marry someone else, in a hallway of all things. No, Tristan didn't notice, and didn't quite care. He had been dying to do that since the first time he kissed her.
Passionately kissing her still, Tristan's arms pulled her closer as if he couldn't bear for the Bianca to be out of his grasp ever again. His chest rubbed up against hers, the warmth of her body eagerly transporting over to his, and his jumping over to her hastily. When the kiss eventually died down, Tristan took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Then, his eyes opened, his red orbs replacing themselves on Bianca's face, this time finding her grinning like a goof. Her smile gave him one, and he returned the wide, toothy smirk. Tristan's ears perked as the sound of her voice reached his ears, and suddenly, he felt.. well, better.
Chuckling softly at her, Tristan nodded. "I planned on it," he gave a small shrug, his face expressing thought, "but I didn't think a kiss would do it." Laughing again, Tristan licked his lips. He could still taste her all over him, just as delicious as the first time. Softly, Tristan gazed at her with his once again shining red eyes, his hand reaching out towards her and stroking her jawline with his index finger. "I'm not.. really like that." Gazing deep into her eyes, Tristan flicked his eyes down to her lips and back up again. "At least not with people I care about."

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Let's strategize.

[Acid Allure]

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

→Completely forgetting the question that had driven her after Tristan to begin with, Bianca stood there with him, his arms closed gently around her as she stared deep into his eyes for a moment. "Neither did I" she mumbled, more to herself than anything. She never would have thought a simple kiss, especially one from someone like Tristan, would be able to leave her speechless. Yet, it did and honestly Bibi didn't know what to make of that. Left to ponder it for only a few seconds, her thoughts were pulled from it for the time being as Tristan spoke again, softly, and she felt the gentle touch of his hand on her face. As the words left his mouth, Bianca just continued gazing into his eyes, now trying to search them for the meaning behind what he had just said. Was he being truthful... and did he just, in a roundabout way say he cared for me? Shaking her head just a tad, Bibi's mind ran with the idea. Surely, that's not what he meant... not really. Or, was it? Perhaps she was just reading too far into the entire thing. But, the look in his eyes and the way he touched her seemed sincere.. He has had tons of practice, Bianca... she argued with herself. Oh just stop already...

Still leaning against the wall, something moving caught the princess' attention from the corner of her eye. Before she could think, a bustling maid came scurrying right by the pair, stopped and backed up as if to get a better look. Bianca noticed the curious perk of an eyebrow and frowned as the older woman made her way over to them. Not moving, not even pulling her arm from where it now rested on Tristan's shoulder, Bianca watched the woman as she addressed Tristan more-so than herself. "Excuse my intrusion, young master, but you do realize lunch is to be served in a matter of minutes and all royalty is to be present in the common room, correct? Perhaps you didn't receive the memo, I'll be about my way." Bianca just grinned as the woman set off about her business. That was the smoothest way Bibi had ever seen a maid get in a royal's affair, and it made her laugh a little, looking back to Tristan. "Well, then. I suppose we should be on our way?" Giggling a bit, Bianca let her arm drop from his shoulder, running down the length of Tristan's arm until her hand found his and she gave it a little squeeze before pushing herself off the wall. Letting his hand go, Bianca wrapped her arm in his, the proper way for her to be escorted, and smiled up to him. Though behind that smile was the thought once more of their betrothed's. Here she was, completely wrapped up in Tristan, when she was to be married to whom, she didn't know. Not wanting to think about it, Bibi did her best to push it away until she would be forced to face it. Taking a step in the direction of the common room, Bianca stopped short, softly replying to the conversation that had been interrupted by the maid, "As for your claim of how you are... I guess we shall see," she said, hoping he was being truthful, but not willing to believe the boy completely just as of yet.


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