❖ＤisneyＲedux / Ｙaoi / ＯＰＥＮ!

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[Krombopulos Michael]

XXXXXXXXXXناظرعزیزبدر البدور
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd in the end
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'd do it all again

Accepting the hug as graciously as possible, he still wasn't used to what he considered intimate displays of affection from people who weren't his siblings, his free hand slipped around the other's waist to hold him reassuringly for the few moments it lasted. Close physical contact was not something he engaged in often, but Leo was his close friend, and far more touchy-feely than he himself was; exceptions could be made, he reasoned, for those who were important in his life. After all, he didn't want to come off as cold to those he cared about, especially if it could be avoided with something as simple as a hug. This was a special circumstance, and he often let Leo get away with things he would have been outraged should anyone else attempt anyway.

He clasped the other's forearm as he pulled away, giving a solemn nod. "Had you not returned, I am afraid you would have had to deal with a very rude house guest." he cracked a small smile, clearly indicating himself; after a summer of no contact, he would have been far too concerned to simply let his friend's absence at school go without investigation. "If there is anything I can do for you, I insist you inform me immediately." he told the other, his expression shifting to one that showed he was serious. He may be the quiet sort, but he would go out of his way for his friends, especially one as dear to him as Leo. Naz wasn't completely sure what sort of support or comfort he would be able to offer, but if it was within his power, it would be done.

"As for royal duties, I do not know much about kings, but I know about leaders. You can always count on Agrabah for support." while his own succession was not set just yet, it was well known within his country that he would be the one to step up. As a child, he was not sure that it was what he wanted, but he had grown accustomed to the idea as he grew older. He was a sensible sort, quick-witted and intelligent, and would lead his country well. Part of him was still unsure if he was suited, what with his more reserved personality, but it was not something he would focus on; that was why he was here at this far away school, the book learning was secondary to his social grooming. His older sisters had even less interest in taking the throne than he, gender relations were still a bit rocky in his country, though he really wouldn't wish such on them; they were wild and free-spirited, and he feared that becoming Sultan would crush them.

"Come, let us go see who else has arrived. Perhaps some of your friends or attractive first years." friends and new cute boys would help ease the ache in his heart, the Arabian prince hoped. He wasn't really looking for anyone else, he didn't have many close friends, but he was interested to see if Addison had returned yet. Otherwise, he was generally disinterested to see who had returned, and would have been off reading his book if he hadn't run into Leo. As a friend, it was his duty to at least try and cheer the other up; hopefully, his friend would understand if his attempts fell a little short.

❦Company: Leo❦Mood: Contemplative❦Wearing: Casual Attire❦Location: Hall❦

I think you're my best friendXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
ℕＡℤＥℝXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

[skywalkerlover]

❄XXXJack had managed to hunt down and find a few teachers on the grounds, and speaking to them was a complete and utter bore. Yes it gave him the opportunity to inquire about what would be learned this year, whether or not there was going to be any form of ‘political’ study or something along those lines. He also asked about the class that would help prepare those of royalty for their step to responsibility and order-ship, and whether or not there was going to be a small, separate class for him, again, giving him the time and opportunity to do Kingly duties and learn from other older, wiser Kings. Last but not least, he inquired about the junior classes, and whether or not they are up to par with his education to make sure is younger cousin, Greg, was getting the best education he could. Yes, Jack may not like school, but he had to be the responsible King and ask these questions.

❄XXX“Speaking of which, has my cousin arrived?” Jack asked one of the teachers he had been speaking to, in turn asking one of the servants who had been walking around. Within a few minutes he had got his reply – no, Greg had not arrived yet. ‘Well there goes another mingling option…’ Jack thought with a sigh as he continued his conversation with the teacher. As much as he loved his cousin, he was also a huge pain in the a**. He found the boy to be very clingy and attached to the white haired family member, rarely making new friends and even going as far to complain when he’s not in the company of Jack. Besides being family, he truly did not understand his cousin’s obsession with him, even after countless of times of attempting to push Greg away. Regardless of Greg’s flaws, he would prefer to speak with his cousin than anyone else in the school, except for possibly Tyler, who was one of the few Jack had good relations with.

❄XXX‘Speaking of which…’ Jack thought as he spotted Tyler far down the hallway – finally someone he’d remotely enjoy speaking with. “Will you excuse me?” Jack asked as the teacher nodded, excusing himself and leaving. Then Jack began to walk towards Tyler, meeting him half way. “Tyler.” Jack said with a soft smile, “It is good to see you too.” Jack enjoyed the simple pleasantries, especially when it came from a male that Jack could respect; they had their differences, and their similarities, but in the end they could get along without pushing each other’s boundaries. “Still finding our white man clothing to be a bother?” Jack asked with a small and subtle chuckle. He remembered meeting Tyler for the first time, four years prior, and even to this day he still appeared to feel uncomfortable and out of place. Of course any sort of emotion Jack showed was minor and small, as his face returned to the relaxed emotionless state it usually was in. “How was your summer? Is the tribe doing well?” Jack asked. It was in his interest to be pleasant and to ask about the other’s ‘family’, given that Jack was not only curious and genuinely interested but he also wished to possibly keep in touch with Tyler if ever certain ‘kingdoms’ needed to unite against anything ‘evil’.


❄ OOC: I hope this is enough to go off of… >.>;;;
And yes, I posted quickly – it won’t happen often, so don’t get used to it!!! ❄

❄ Location: Standing in the Halls ❄ Company: Tyler ❄ Mood: Relieved, Pleasant, Curious ❄
❄ Thoughts: Ah! Tyler! Finally someone worth talking to... ❄
❄ Important Images: N/a For Now ❄ Outfit: Too Formal For School ❄




SketchArtistMarie

[Krombopulos Michael]

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Є∂ɾɩc Ψϵɭɭɩɳgʈσɳ
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab And so I drink
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab My cells away until I'm in one and I think
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab About how no one would believe it, so I sing
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab A song about my rowdy, rebel ways
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab I can't help it, I can't stop


tab Returning to the academy had become something of a small event in his kingdom. Both the heir and the spare gathered their things and departed in much fanfare. This year, however, Edric had wound up skipping the whole event; he had been spending time in New York City and had been due to return a week before classes when his flight was delayed and ultimately cancelled. He hadn't been able to find another flight that wasn't booked, and he refused to kick people from their seats, so he had simply resigned himself to staying in America until it was time to return to school. Finally boarding his plane to cross the Atlantic, his hair tied back neatly and dressed in one of his more casual suits, he resigned himself for his return to education.

Not that there was really anything wrong with the academy, really. It was actually a rather nice place, and he hadn't even minded the time away from his home country after his brother's arrival the previous year, but he still couldn't say that he was exactly excited. Back to stuffy classrooms and neat suits, making nice with absolutely everyone, and the constant chiding remarks should he let his sarcasm slip. He gets it, smart remarks aren't very kingly of him, but he's still eighteen and the throne isn't being shoved on him for a few years yet. He had time yet, and he really wished people would stop reminding him about his looming responsibility, though he realized this would really only get worse now that he was in his final year. Yes, he's the oldest son, yes he's the crown prince, he gets it, just relax.

Planes were not his favourite form of transportation, and he was relieved when the wretched contraption touched down and he was safely on the ground once more. There was still a long car ride ahead of him, and absently he wondered if Toby had arrived at the grounds yet. He was curious as to who else might have returned, though there was a rather short list of those he would actually look forward to seeing. Jack was first on his list, one hand reaching to pat the pocket of his suit to ensure that the items were still there; Eli, surprisingly enough, though that was mostly to deliver a separate item; Tyler, partially to ensure that he was still a member of the long hair club, and partially because of the light-hearted feeling seeing him always caused; Toby, obviously, as they hadn't seen each other in a fortnight, and he supposed he wouldn't mind seeing Adam either, especially if he could coerce him into doing his hair for him. People playing with his hair was always appreciated, especially when they seemed to know what they were doing.

He ended up dozing in the car, a gentle hand giving his shoulder a small shake to wake him up. "Sir, we've arrived. Shall we take your bags to your room for you?" came the soft voice of his driver, retracting his hand when it was clear the young man was stirring. Covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned, the prince gave a nod to consent before climbing out of the open door. He pulled the elastic from his hair, running a hand through it; the low ponytail he had been wearing had become a mess in his sleep, and he quickly tamed it before tying back only the top half, the bottom left free to blow gently in the wind. Stretching his arms, he gazed up at the academy, eyes immediately falling on his favourite tower. Before the day was over, he was going to climb it, though that probably shouldn't be his first order of business.

His bags were whisked off to his room, but he had no desire to return just yet. Edric had been cooped up all day, and he wasn't eager to shut himself away just yet. With climbing and the inside ruled out, he turned to saunter down one of the many paths that laced the castle grounds. He briefly considered the woods, but one glance at his footwear put that idea out of commission; he was wearing the pair of orange shoes that Toby hated, which weren't exactly suited for hoking, and would be far less attractive covered in dirt. He'd have to settle for the castle grounds, then, with their paved walkways. Maybe he'd run into someone on his little walk and he could pretend that he wasn't being antisocial.

♆Location: Castle Grounds♆Company: solo♆Mood: Relaxed♆Attire: [x] ♆

We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, we set it off tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab
Don't make me tell you twice

[Llamapocalypse]

Adam was not having a great start to the day, to say the least. At the sound of his alarm, Adam groaned and rolled over his bed, slamming his hand down on his phone, which was resting on the bedside table, in an attempt to silence the screeching noise; he was unsuccessful. Realizing had to physically get up to slide the alarm off, he sighed and stretched his arms above his head, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and swiping his index finger across the screen. The silence was deafening, so Adam quickly made the bed and grabbed the clothes that his mom had lain out for him the night before, which made him both grateful and left a feeling of childishness. He was fourteen...no wait, he was fifteen. He had completely forgotten about his birthday. "I guess school orientation day wasn't exactly the best day to have a birthday. It drowns out everything else completely," he thought, before deciding that thinking was too much to be doing before he'd even showered. So he shuffled his feet towards the bathroom and shut the door.

When he was finished, he felt a lot better and much more awake. Of course, that wasn't hard, seeing as how his phone rang out at oh-dark-Jesus and he'd gone to bed slightly before the a** crack of dawn. Whatever. It wasn't his fault; he was up all night researching new ways to braid hair, a noble cause. Edric has such beautiful flowing locks and the first thing Adam wanted to do when he got to school was braid it. Or find Ben. Whoever he came across first. Hastily nabbing his penguin off of the bed and slipping it into his pocket, Adam dashed out of his room and slid down the banister railing towards the kitchen, where no doubt Chip would be waiting with his breakfast and morning tea. Except not. Because as soon as he touched his feet to the floor, he was shuffled towards the formal dining room by Cogsworth and Lumiere.

"Come now, young master. You mustn't keep your parents waiting. They have a big surprise for you."

Still dragging his feet slightly--he hated the formal dining room. It was so stuffy and cold.--, he hastened his pace when he checked the time and realized that acting like a brat at four in the morning certainly wouldn't endear his parents to him. His dad, the original Adam, rarely woke before ten, so something important must be happening for him to be up this early (and he knew that he was as Cogsworth has specified parents, not mother). As he fast-walked into the room, since princes didn't dash or sprint in the house as Cogsworth would surely point out, he saw no food on the table, but his parents both sitting in their armchairs by the fireplace facing the doorway. His mom smiled and waved her hand at his, while his dad just sat there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Disconcerted, Adam walked towards them, kneeling beside his mom's chair, who immediately started stroking it, running her fingers through the unruly strands.

"Your hair is getting long again, dear. Maybe you'll think about getting a trim soon?" His mom's voice was shaky, more so than was warranted by the hour, so he stayed silent, knowing the bombshell was still to come. "We called you in here to tell you that your father is...well...he's sick. And he may not get better. So we've decided that we're going to personally escort you to the academy rather than have Lumiere do it like he normally does. We need to speak with the headmaster about preparing you more thoroughly for the throne since you may come to it sooner than you'd like. Is that okay with you, Derek?"

Adam was...he was...he didn't know what he was. Being told your dad was dying was tough, but on your birthday? He didn't think that even registered on the scale of "bad birthday presents." It broke it. So he just nodded and ran towards the door, uncaring of the impropriety of the action, trusting that his school bags would have already been deposited in the cargo hold of the plane by the ever-speedy servants. They were probably already alerted of the change in plans. Reaching the plane, he bounded up the steps and through the door, sprinting towards his private bunk in the back. As the door slid shut behind him, he threw himself onto the bed and buried his face in the pillow, finally allowing the tears to fall down his cheeks and be absorbed by the pillow. As he lay there, he thought, and remembered, and dreamed.

When he woke up, it was to the feeling of his ears popping as the plane began to descend. Whimpering slightly, he sat up, scrubbing his face with his sleeve to clear off the dried tear tracks from his cheeks. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he saw that his eyes were red and puffy, his hair was a mess, and, frankly, he looked like someone had just killed his puppy in front of him (not that he had a puppy). He really didn't care at the moment to be honest. He knew that he still had to suffer through the car ride with his parents, and he really wished he didn't. He wanted to just be at school and able to run to Ed, or Ben, and just be for a while. He didn't want to think, because thinking meant Adam had to come to terms with his father dying and him becoming king possibly very soon. And that was terrifying. He planned on becoming king in...thirty years or something. His parents weren't old; they were in their fifties, which made them around the same age as the rest of his classmates' parents, let alone grandparents. Throwing open the door, completely ignoring his mom's attempts to make contact with him, he strode down the walkway with a surety in his steps that belied his troubled mental state. He clambered into the car, sprawling across the backseat to prevent anyone sitting next to him, and threw his hood over his face, shielding his eyes. He folded his hands over his stomach and hummed to drown out his mom's words, counting down the minutes until the reached the school and he could escape.

As soon as the car pulled up to the gates, he threw open the door and jumped out, disregarding the protests of his parents, servants, and the driver, just calling out over his shoulder: "Put my bags in my room; it's the same as last year." As he eased into his stride and tore towards the front doors of the school, he caught sight of Ed wandering around the grounds, his bright orange shoes a dead giveaway it was him, even if his hair wasn't; there was no one else at this school who would willing wear those shoes. So he adeptly changed course, slowing as he neared Ed, gently snagging the sleeve of his jacket with his fingers, tugging softly.

"I want to braid your hair. Can we go somewhere where I can braid your hair? Please?"

He wasn't even attempting to hide the desperation and pleading in his voice as he shifted from foot to foot, his huge bambi eyes still bright red and tear tracks still lingering on his cheeks.



Location: Home -> plane -> grounds
With: Myself -> parents and servants -> Ed
Mood: Tired -> excited -> depressed
Thoughts: How could they do this to me?
OOC: And he's being tortured. But don't worry, he's going to braid your hair, Ed.

[Krombopulos Michael]

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Є∂ɾɩc Ψϵɭɭɩɳgʈσɳ

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab And so I drink
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab My cells away until I'm in one and I think
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab About how no one would believe it, so I sing
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab A song about my rowdy, rebel ways
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab I can't help it, I can't stop


tab Humming to himself as he walked, Edric continued to run the fingers of one hand through his hair. It was an absent motion, one his hands naturally moved to do when his hair was left loose, or at least partially so. Just one more habit of his that wasn't very kingly, and that he continued to do nothing to deter. His other hand dug around in his pocket, checking for the umpteenth time that none of his precious cargo had saw fit to up and run away. He had acquired presents for his closer friends while in America, and even though quite a few of them didn't really appreciate gifts, he would guilt them into accepting if he had to. Buying gifts for people was his favourite thing to do in new places, and sometimes he was okay with imposing a little on his friends if it meant giving them something they would like.

tab The grounds were slowly becoming more lively, and he gave the appropriate greeting, from a simple polite nod to the full court dance of polite greetings and exchanges. It was tiring, really, to have to stop and exchange pleasantries with people he didn't exactly know or particularly like, but those were his duties as crown prince. This was easily his least favourite part about the academy, especially at the beginning of the year when it had been too long since they'd interracted to go without proper greetings. He was grateful for the people that were appeased with a polite nod, or a charming smile, but then there were those that insisted on taking all the steps.

tab What a bore.

tab He almost could have yawned, but he was just disengaging with the crown prince of some random small country in Western Europe, and saw fit to keep his charming smile plastered for a few minutes longer. When he was safely away, his expression returned to one of casual disinterest, his hand tugging at an especially frustrating knot when there was a small tug at his jacket sleeve. A look of surprise crossed his features, and he turned just enough to realize who it was before his face broke out into a grin. "Adam! How nice to see you. Happy Birthday." he turned fully, his expression faltering a bit as he finally took in the other's face. He looked about ready to ask when Adam spoke, and he gave a hesitant nod. "Sure. Let's go find somewhere to sit." he draped his arm around the younger boy, steering him towards a bench tucked away from the path. The branches of the tree a few feet away hung low, providing them with a bit of shelter and privacy. Removing the band from his hair, he shook out his locks before offering the hair tie to Adam and taking a seat on the bench.

tab I'll give him his present later.

tab Adjusting himself so that he was comfortable and still providing Adam decent enough access to his hair. He wasn't totally sure what was going on, but he remained quiet for a bit, allowing Adam to tug his hair about into whatever formation he had planned for him. After a few minutes, he cast a cautious glance over his shoulder. "Adam?" he asked, pursing his lips and giving him time to respond before he continued. "Do you want to talk about it?" he didn't bother asking if something had happened, as it so very clearly had. The younger's eyes were puffy, tear streaks clearly painted on his cheeks, and he had clearly been running. Edric wouldn't press, but clearly something had deeply troubled his young friend, and he was concerned. The French prince was his brother's close friend, and Ed had grown attached to him as well, treating him in a manner similar to his treatment of Toby; Ed played the protective big brother role well, if the young one running to him for comfort was any indication. If Adam didn't want to talk about it that was fine, but Edric wanted to be there for him just in case.

♆Location: Castle Grounds♆Company: solo♆Mood: Relaxed♆Attire: [x] ♆

We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, we set it off tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab
Don't make me tell you twice

[Kaeilia]

Uh...
How about a guy girl
who's got a brain,
who always speaks
his her mind?

Qiu was not happy. Not happy in the slightest. Problem is, right now, he was meant to be ecstatic. He'd woken up two hours before he'd had to just to be sure he was ready to catch his flight and look fabulous. Only, his family had forbidden dressing up in his Autumn clothes on his first day. Even though he already had everything on, they'd made him change out of it. Something about his passport was muttered as an excuse but without her frills and lace, Qiu was feeling more than a little naked. He was wearing a simple graphic tee and some jeans, his long hair tied in a side ponytail. It was in disarray, because he'd spent the whole flight braiding and unbraiding it.

It had been his first time in an airplane, and the boy shuddered at the memory. He was terrified of heights, and the flight had been a particular slice of hell, so to speak. Luckily, even though he'd been booked for a window seat, no one else had been on that first class flight, so he'd been able to stay away from windows.

The one saving grace of the day so far was that some of his luggage was missing. Sure, that was meant to be a bad thing, but what was missing? All of his regular clothes. Until his baggage was found, all he had to wear were his Autumn clothes, and they would just have to make do!

Pulling up to the school, Qiu held his breath. It was stunningly beautiful! A real castle! Sure, he'd attended the emporers palace in his home country, but a western castle. It was so beautiful, he simply couldn't even find the words. The taxi pulled up and opened the door, taking Qiu's one surviving bag out of the trunk. He'd already been paid, so once Qiu had his bag from the back as well as his carry-on, the car pulled away and the boy began to make his way towards the large entrance of the school.

Around him, other students were arriving. Some in fancy cars. No, wait, most of them were in fancy cars... And they virtually all had servants carrying their bags for them, while he seemed to be the only one carrying his own bag, that was out here anyway. Qiu had been warned that this place was full of people who were being groomed for thrones and the lives of rulers. In fact, Qiu himself had only been allowed in because of his grandmother's legacy. He was going to be different than a lot of people here, but it was a fresh start away from the thumbs of his relatives! He was determined that this was going to be good and fun.

But I don't wanna
kick the other
kid's b u t t...

Where Am I?: School Entrance
Who's With Me?: No one, at the moment
How Am I Feeling?: Anxious and Overwhelmed
What Am I Thinking?: Do people really need that many servants?
What Am I Wearing?: Graphic tee, jeans and a messy side ponytail

[BITTER b r a i n]

Without Edric there was no fanfare involved with Toby’s departure for school. The town had effectively shut down all grand preparations as soon as they heard that their crown prince was not going to be in attendance. It probably should have been kind of offensive, that the people didn’t think he needed a send off as large as his brother, but Toby didn’t mind. He would rather they didn’t celebrate than they pretend that he was anywhere near as loved. They liked him, but he wasn’t going to be their king one day.

Toby was woken with little excitement and got dressed in good time. He thought his bland charcoal slacks, bland charcoal vest, and even blander white dress shirt would make a good first impression. He tucked his dark tie into his vest, the pale rose at the bottom hidden under folds of gray fabric. After a sensible breakfast, his parents kissed him on the cheeks and told him how proud they were, and that they would miss him. Then they bundled him into a car along with some servants and his baggage and sent him off on his long drive to school.

Toby let his head rest against the window, breath collecting in a cloud on the warm pane. It was the first time he made the trip to the academy on his own. He hadn’t thought about it like that before. In a year, all of his trips would be just him, alone in a car with some servants paid to be kind but not friendly. His brother would be finished at school. If they needed him in court he would stay and learn to become king, and if they did not he could travel to some distant private university to continue his studies. Most of Toby’s friends would be graduating as well at the end of the year, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about losing them as well. They would all become important men. Eli would become whatever he wanted, he was smart and had connections. Tyler would become a chief. Leo would become a reluctant king. They wouldn’t have time for lazing about on sunny afternoons anymore.

Adam would stay close, but it would be the two of them against a sea of half-acquaintances and strange faces, and a year after that they would have to part, no longer students but graduates. When the time came, Adam would take the throne. Toby would waffle a little in his brother’s parliament until he found his place. He would look after foreign affairs, or perhaps sit high on the war counsel. He would help his brother maintain a strong kingdom. Their power would surpass that of every king before Edric, even his namesake.

Eventually, everyone was going to be no more to each other than politics and gala guests. It was almost a little cruel to send them to school together, only to break apart their bonds as soon as they matured. As the car rolled up in front of the academy, Toby realized what a sad turn his thoughts had taken. Rather than focusing on their eventual separation, he should be focusing on their impeding reunion.

He stepped out of the car and his servants snapped into a flurry of movement, bustling all his bags out of the trunk and starting to move them into his courters. The servant in charge went to check him in while the others left to get him settled in. He was finally left to his own devices. Perhaps he could find his brother, if he had already arrived? Or Leo or Adam? He kept in touch with his friends over the summer months, but it was hard when everyone was so busy. They rarely had time to meet in person outside the academy walls, and sending an email really wasn’t the same as shaking someone’s hand and seeing the smile on their face.

Toby was about halfway up the path when he encountered a girl struggling with some suitcases. Closer inspection revealed that they were not, in fact, a girl, but likely another student. Where were their servants? Were they just left here to fend on their own? It was rare that someone made it to the academy without sufficient coin in their purse, or at least a very strong political background to ensure them a spot on the class roster. This- very pretty- boy didn’t immediately strike Toby as falling into either one of those categories, but he could be wrong. Not everyone chose to strut around in formal clothing on their days off.

“Hello?” he said, coming up on their left and offering a smile. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, have I? I’m Toby Wellington. Would you like a hand?” He hoped that wasn’t too forward, or worse, insulting. Not everyone appreciated generosity, especially when it came from strangers.


that world is calling so i'm crawling back to sea

[Felicity Ann]

✧Ｒｅｌｕｃｔａｎｔ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ Ｏｆ Ｍａｌｄｏｎｉａ✧
✧ ✰ ✧ "Ｌｅｏ" ✧ ✰✧xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Leo managed a real smile at Naz's statement that, had he not shown his face at school, he would have found himself with a houseguest. He would have loved to have had Nazer's company over the summer. He had tried to write, but every time he picked up a pen Leo found himself uncertain of what to say. Naz was so much more reserved than he was. He sighed and pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He nodded as Naz promised to be there in whatever way he could. Frankly, just being around his friend was already starting to make Leo feel better. He had not felt right turning to his family for comfort. They were suffering just as he was. His friends at the school, on the other hand, would be a different story. "You are helping just be being here, Nazer," Leo said as he clasped his friend's hand in his own. It had been a lonely summer, and Leo never wanted to feel that way again.

The statement that he would have the support of Naz's home kingdom went a long way in lifting a weight from Leo's shoulders. He had never paid much mind to international politics or diplomacy. He had never thought that he would need to. Now that he was going to be taking the crown, however, Leo was worried. He had fooled around with many students at the academy and now, he would have to face them as a leader. It was good to know that at least one of his fellow royal heirs still had his back. Naz in particular. He was a bright young man, smart and sharp as a tack. He would be more than capable of leading a nation. Leo just hoped that he would be able to do the same. It was not a burden he wished to bear, but what choice did he have? Death was one door that could not be opened once it was closed. Not by natural means, anyway. Leo thought for a moment about the puzzle box in his room and the voodoo materials it contained. There was something that he would have to look into later on.

Naz's suggestion of going outside had an honest smile appearing on Leo's face. Well, okay. Going outside didn't have his mood bouyed so much as the mention of friends and pretty faces did. It owuld be but a temporary reprive, but it was better than being left alone with his darker thoughts. Leo had spent enough of his summer holiday alone with his demons. The fact that Nazer was the one to suggest socializing was unexpected, but greatly appreciated. Again, Leo reached out and pulled Naz into a hug, this time squeezing one arm around his dear friend's smaller frame. "What would I do without you, Nazer?" he asked as he headed for the front courtyard with the other prince.

Perhaps he would get lucky and Toby would have arrived by then. Leo smiled a little. He missed the little redhead over the summer; letters and emails just weren't the same as having someone nearby to hold and talk to. Yes, yes, being near the school would be more than enough to help distract him from both his loss and the throne that loomed in his future.

Where: School Hallways | With: Naz | Doing: Feeling better now | Wearing: Clothing

[Mr Sketchticles]

I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ. Aɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ? Kᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ~
I'ᴍ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ. Lᴇᴛ's ᴍɪx ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ!

tab Ah another year, the last year. Elliot was more than ready to go back and taste his freedom again. So long to his family and their perceived indifference towards him. This would also be the second year he didn't have his older brother running around the school as well. It was his last year to really leave his mark on the academy. The young princes' bags had been packed for at least a week and he held no excitement back of the fact he got to leave the castle. It's not like they cared anyways, Flynn was always the apple of their eye. Elliot was just unnecessary back up. There was no threat on the kingdom or the beloved crowned prince and he doubted there ever would be. "Prince Elliot, your bags are in the car and you will be leaving in half an hour." Words he was more than excited to hear. "Not sooner?" He questioned. His voice was light with excitement as he looked out over his balcony. "The driver is finishing his meal and making the final preparations." Good. So there was a possibility of leaving this castle earlier. No, Elliot didn't really get a grand send off like his brother had. Just a quiet get in the car and go. Partially because he had requested no grand send off just like last year.

tab Soon enough the wait was up, it was time to go. He could have passed his parents on the way out. Told them good bye, give them hugs, then be on his way. Instead he avoided them. No need for them to see him off. "Said your farewells already?" A servant asked as he climbed into the back of the car. "Yeah, sure." Eli replied, rather uninterested as he closed the door. It was time to leave. The servants remained silent, as they should, and remained silent about the topic. It wasn't a secret he held an air of contempt for his family. "Once a black sheep always a black sheep." He said softly to himself as the car pulled out of the gates. His parents were probably glad to send him off to the academy, get him off their back.

tab It was a decently long ride but Eli busied himself with a few of the books he brought along. Only for a brief portion of the trip had his mind wandered to the people he would be spending the term with. It didn't last long before returning to his books. Before too long the car was pulling up to the academy. "We have arrived Prince Elliot." At last. He didn't even wait for anyone to come and open the door, Eli was excited to get out. The tall blonde stood by the car and stretched his limbs out. It felt good to be able to stand tall again and the fresh air wasn't that bad either. "You can take and leave my luggage in my room." He said addressing the servants that came out to greet him. Eli didn't want to go to his room quite yet, he could unpack later there really was no rush.

tab There were plenty of people arriving, some dressed well and others not so much. Eli was dressed up, why not it was fun. He wore fitted black dress pants, a white long sleeve dress shirt, black waistcoat and blazer, and black and white tie. If you were going to dress fancy, you had to go full force. None of that half way crap. Everything Eli wore would compliment his tall and skinny figure, even when he decided to dress down for a day. Glancing around he saw a handful of familiar faces and a handful of unfamiliar ones. Among the familiar ones was a little red head, Toby. Edrics' littler brother. Lively kid, he was fun to hang out with. With him was another student who seemed to be struggling with their bags. Cute kid but an unfamiliar face, probably a first year. Elliot decided to let it be and move on from the parking lot so he could stroll around the grounds. Of course his arrival did not go unnoticed. A great thing about the academy, people noticed him. Even when his brother was here too, people noticed him. People wanted to hang out with Elliot, not Flynn.


Tᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ sʜᴏᴛs ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ. Pᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ɪs.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ sᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. Lɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ
I ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ, I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sʜʏ

Location: wandering || Company: alone || Wearing: Let's pretend this is really fancy

[Krombopulos Michael]

XXXXXXXXXXناظرعزیزبدر البدور
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAnd in the end
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'd do it all again

Relief settled into his stomach as a smile spread across his friend's face, a small answering smile twitching at his lips. Leo seemed to settle down a bit, as if feeling better, and this in turn cheered Nazer up. He gave a nod at his friend's words, glad to be of assistance, though he was hoping that his words were having an effect as well; the spoken word had never quite been his strong point, but he was hoping that his efforts weren't wasted. From the look on the taller prince's face, he was going to assume that they weren't.

Allowing himself to be pulled into another hug, a small chuckle escaped him. "A great many foolish things, I believe." he answered, a small smile turning his lips up at the corners. He was only teasing, of course, though he knew that Leo could cause quite a ruckus if he wished to. Over the years, the Arabian prince had been dragged along on a great many things he never would have been involved in otherwise. Still, he had no regrets; Leo was a good friend, easily one of the best he'd ever had, and been ultimately responsible for Nazer opening up at all.

Following along beside his friend, book still tucked under his arm, his eyes stayed alert to absorb as much information as possible; princes and dukes and the generally wealthy were flooding back, and he wanted to know of as many returnees as soon as possible. Boys were passing them left and right, servants slipping out of the way as quickly as possible. Standing at the top of the steps, he surveyed the area to take in as many people as possible. Red hair disappeared around a far corner, the younger red-headed prince appearing on the steps mere minutes later, stopping to assist what appeared to be a young... lady? His brow furrowed a moment in confusion, barely registering the running form of a young man in a hood sprinting around the corner after the elder fish prince.

"Isn't that your friend?" he nodded his head towards Toby, mind searching for a name. "Wellington the younger?" he glanced at Leo's face to ensure that he was correct, first names escaping him. He knew the elder was Edric, but he always had trouble with the younger siblings. Tobias? No, that was the king's name, but it was something very close to that. Tony? Toby? Probably Toby, but he would let Leo fill in the blanks for him. "Is the other a friend of yours as well?" Nazer didn't recognize the long-haired one apparently struggling with their luggage, but that didn't mean they hadn't managed to slip past him unnoticed.

❦Company: Leo❦Mood: Relaxed❦Wearing: Casual Attire❦Location: Hall -> Front Steps❦

I think you're my best friendXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
ℕＡℤＥℝXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

[Kaeilia]

Uh...
How about a guy girl
who's got a brain,
who always speaks
his her mind?

Qiu had managed to get up the stairs just fine, but was a little surprised by how heavy the clothes were... How was it that light things like frills and lace could end up amounting to so much? Oh yes... there were some shoes in the suitcase too, weren't there... That pretty much explained it. But once inside, Qiu was sure he could find someone to help him take his one heavy bag to the room. His puny carry-on was perfectly manageable after all. Just as he had managed to get to the top of the stairs, he was approached and looked up, almost gasping in surprise.

Qiu wasn't used to seeing many people other than his family, especially with his forced home-education, so seeing non-asian people was still taking a little getting used to, and the boy in front of him couldn't have been any further from them. Two things were immediately obvious. He was no servant, and was likely a little older than Qiu, if not by much. He seemed at home and comfortable here, like he fit, which he hadn't gotten the chance to do himself yet. He was so distracted by the shock of red hair, freckles and hazel eyes that almost seemed a gray blue, that he almost missed what the other boy was actually saying. There was an introduction in there somewhere. Toby, Qiu managed to catch but didn't catch the whole last name. It sounded very different from his own language, of course, and it was different learning from books than actually speaking to people in their native tongue of english. Qiu crossed his fingers before answering, hoping his accent wasn't too thick to understand.

"Hello, Toby. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Li Qiu, but you can call me Autumn, if that's easier." he introduced, tucking some of his long hair behind his ear and smiling shyly. That was the first time he'd told someone outside of his own country about the name he'd chosen in english... It felt... weird. Free wasn't the word, but perhaps it was a feeling something along those lines. "I-I can take care of it, I don't want to be any trouble." he stumbled, blushing a little with embarrassment. Being the only one around without tropes of servants around was enough of an attention getter, but had Qiu actually been struggling to get up the stairs? How obvious had it been? He hoped he didn't look a mess... Not on the first day...

But I don't wanna
kick the other
kid's b u t t...

Where Am I?: School Entrance
Who's With Me?: Toby Wellington
How Am I Feeling?: Anxious, Overwhelmed, and Embarrassed
What Am I Thinking?: How big of a spectacle am I making? Oh my god... Wow his hair is red...
What Am I Wearing?: Graphic tee, jeans and a messy side ponytail

[Krombopulos Michael]

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Є∂ɾɩc Ψϵɭɭɩɳgʈσɳ
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab And so I drink
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab My cells away until I'm in one and I think
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab About how no one would believe it, so I sing
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab A song about my rowdy, rebel ways
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab I can't help it, I can't stop


tab When Adam had finished braiding his hair, he'd up and excused himself quickly. He was gone before Edric could raise a protest, leaving him alone on the garden bench. It was rather frustrating, really, as he had very much wished to speak with the younger boy about what was bothering him, but clearly that would have to wait for another time. Maybe he would be more open to speaking about it once he'd calmed down a bit? The redhead certainly hoped so, and he let out a small sigh as he watched the other's back disappear deeper into the castle grounds.

Well, at least that was one person checked off on his list.

Standing, he absently brushed off the seat of his pants before moving back into the open gardens. More and more students were arriving, and he did his best to avoid the vast majority of them. He'd had enough of the social hoops, and wanted to relax, even if just for a bit. His fingers lightly traced the complicated pattern his hair had been woven into, and he made a mental note to have the sophmore do it for him again, should he ever be out to impress someone. A certain face flashed across his mind, causing a small smile to play at his lips; he would seek the other out soon, after he could be sure that he had arrived. He'd rather not look foolish by searching for someone who might not have even arrived yet.

Humming softly to himself as he went, he idly played with one of the rings on his right hand; it was one of those fancy spinner rings that helped his fidgeting habit from becoming too noticeable, and was often used to entertain himself in times such as this. A familiar figure appeared in his line of sight, walking alone along one of the garden paths. The corners of his mouth turned up into an easy smile, and his hand moved to pat his pocket once again. His precious cargo was still there, and his smile only broadened. "Elliot!" he called out as he drew closer, increasing his pace just enough to catch up. "How lovely to see you. I hope your summer went well." a spark of deviousness in his eyes, he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small box with a tiny ribbon wrapped around him. "Mine was lovely. I had a chance to visit the U.S. and found the most charming gift. It is my greatest desire that you accept it." his smile was charming, but there was something about his expression that said the other man had no real choice. "Think of it as a back to school present." there was humour in his tone, as if he found the whole situation rather amusing; they both knew that Elliot's birthday was tomorrow, and Edric was fully aware that the other preferred to downplay the event in terms of importance. Still, that had never stopped him from giving a gift; the merman enjoyed purchasing gifts and trinkets for his close friends, and had never been above using guilt to force the other party into accepting.

When Elliot had made it clear that he didn't want to celebrate his birthday, Ed had found ways around it. This year would be no different, and he offered the box again. The gifts he'd been giving the other since their first acquaintance had stopped being ones of a serious nature when Eli had first communicated his distaste for all things birthday. Inside the box was a shiny pair of cufflinks in the shape of bees. Naturally, they were anatomically correct, as what would be the point if one couldn't tell what they were of? The redhead's look of amusement only grew more obvious as he waited, giving the box a tiny shake to indicate that there would be no escaping his gifts.

♆Location: Castle Gardens♆tCompany: Elliot♆Mood: Relaxed♆Attire: [x] ♆

We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, we set it off tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab
Don't make me tell you twice

[Mr Sketchticles]

tab ▊▊▊ ▻ Ｔｙｌｅｒ Ｒｏｌｆｅ

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tab It seemed the other male had seen him approaching. Clearly they were still on stable grounds from Jacks' perspective, which was definitely a good thing. Tyler had no illusions about people. Sometimes they changed over just a handful of months, often it was because outside forces they could not control anyways. Tyler knew that much about Jack. His first year the spirits told him, not specifics but enough for Tyler to understand. The other had experienced pains he could not be blamed for yet he still brought it upon himself. Over the years he had been working at it under the guidance of the spirits. During their second year Jack had allowed Tyler the knowledge of his nightmares. It was really the first time Jack opened up a little but instead of being giddy like some of the other students were, he was humbled and honored. He had not made a big deal about it, he kept it quiet. The only thing he had done was make Jack a dream catcher and left it by the other males' room. Hopefully it hadn't ended up in the trash, Tyler knew it was something the other needed.

tab A small smile came to Tylers' face when Jack mentioned the attire. "I do not understand how someone could be comfortable in these." He said with a soft laugh as he tried to make light of the situation. "They are not natural." And they weren't. The fibers were made in some factory of metal and machinery and mass produced for sale. Sure some of the clothes were more comfortable than the others but they were nothing compared to what he wore in the tribe. Tyler put a hand over his tie only to realize he never tightened it. He proceeded to tighten it a bit more but didn't make it as tight as it could or probably should be.

tab He thought for a brief moment when Jack asked how the tribe was doing. It had been a good year. The gatherers had brought in a wealth of foods and the hunters had brought in a good amount of animal. "I would say the tribe has been doing well of late." He replied with a small nod. "The warm season was very prosperous. I believe we will be stable enough to live through the colder days again." As long as the cold season didn't get too harsh. There was one season a few years ago that was particularly rough but since then it seemed to be okay. "How has Arendelle been going?" Tyler said, making conversation. He was aware it was pretty much always cold there but he also knew their customs weren't the same as the tribes. He knew it would be much more difficult for the tribe to last in a place of perpetual snow and cold. For one there would be almost no growing season for the vegetables. That kind of climate probably had its own animals that were better adapted to it so he didn't think animal would be an issue. "Also, if you don't mind me asking. How has your rest been?" He said referring to the nightmares the other had told him about in a previous year. Rest was important. There was also enough to be frightened about in the waking world, one did not need to also be frightened in his dreams.


Location: Hall || Company: Jack || Outfit

[Mr Sketchticles]

I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ. Aɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ? Kᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ~
I'ᴍ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ. Lᴇᴛ's ᴍɪx ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ!

tab A handful of other students had come up to him and they spoke for awhile before they went off to go organize their rooms or something boring like that. It was still fun though. Even though people never really said it he knew they had always liked him more than his older brother. Flynn was a stick in the mud. Always followed the rules, was way too polite all the time. He was boring and took life all too seriously. And no one liked a person like that. Granted Flynn had also had been coddled and pampered his whole life. When you always do what you're told there's not much of a chance to develop a personality. Elliot knew he was a thousand times more interesting than his bland brother but still Flynn still ended up being the apple of the family's eye leaving himself to be pushed to the background.

tab Elliot had found himself wandering to the castle gardens. It was a pleasant place and full of beauty and life. He would argue that it was just as nice, or even nicer, than the gardens back home. However the ones back home were much larger and much more fun to get lost in. There were a handful of people milling about the gardens but they were either people he had already talked to or people he didn't really talk to so he kept about his business of stretching his legs and enjoying the fresh air. It wasn't long before another person was calling out his name and coming closer. This time it was Edric, his first and only real boyfriend. They had 'dated' their first year at the academy but Elliot has screwed that up royally. Luckily the two were still on even grounds and could be considered friends. Elliot felt their relationship was better as just friends, unfortunately like his relationship with most people. Once intimate emotions came into play he often drew away.

tab The smile on his face grew slightly when Edric caught up, there were still plenty of good memories between the two. "It's lovely to see you as well Edric." He replied to his long, fiery-haired friend. "Summer was...well it went about as well as summer could go." Edric knew Eli wasn't on the greatest of terms with his family, they had spoken about it more when they had been dating. How he was mostly on his own at his own home while Flynn got the real royal treatment. Elliot saw the devious look in Edrics' eyes as his hand went to his pocket. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, a gift. The feeling only confirmed when Edric spoke of the gift and asked he accept it. Elliot was never really one for gifts, especially birthday gifts. He knew Edric knew his birthday was tomorrow and he also knew that Edric knew he didn't like to celebrate his birthday or even acknowledge it for that matter.

tab He knew there really wouldn't be any way around accepting the gift, which was slightly frustrating. Edric could say what he wanted but he knew it was a birthday gift. He pulled a face that spoke of suspicion and a look that said he knew what Edric was doing. "You can be the utmost of trolls sometimes I hope you know that." Eli said with a chuckle and smile as he begrudgingly accepted the gift. He removed the ribbon and opened the little box, because there was no way Edric would let him get away without opening it. If he did he would probably put it on the back of a shelf somewhere and likely forget about it.

tab The first thing he noticed was the bees, which startled him a bit. Elliot was allergic to bee stings and also a hemophiliac. Paired together they were nothing good. The slight panic left quickly when he realized they were only metal bees. He didn't think Edric would purposely give him a box of angry bees but the realism of the cuffs was unbelievable. "You little devil." Eli said with a laugh as he gave Edric a light push before he picked up one of the cufflinks to examine it closer. "Thank you." He said replacing the metallic bee into the box and sliding the package into his pocket. "You really need to stop giving me gifts, you know I don't like celebrating my birthday." Because really, this was one of Edric's not-birthday birthday gifts. "Anyways, what has been going on with you? Anything interesting?" He asked, eager to get the subject off his birthday. "What about Toby?" He questioned, remembering seeing the younger boy when he had arrived.


Tᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ sʜᴏᴛs ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ. Pᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ɪs.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ sᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. Lɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ, I'ᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ
I ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ, I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sʜʏ

Location: Gardens || Company: Edric || Wearing: Let's pretend this is really fancy

[Krombopulos Michael]

tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Є∂ɾɩc Ψϵɭɭɩɳgʈσɳ
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab And so I drink
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab My cells away until I'm in one and I think
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab About how no one would believe it, so I sing
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab A song about my rowdy, rebel ways
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab I can't help it, I can't stop


tab With his target secured, he continued lazily down the garden path. He gave his friend a small nod of sympathy, the relationship Eli had with his family was very much familiar to him. Maybe he should have invited him along on one of his summer jaunts? Surely his parents would be pleased that their second son was friendly with a future king, and he made a mental note to try and drag the blonde along for winter vacation, at least for a short while. Toby would certainly like that, even if the idea of the two of them spending more time together almost caused his cheery expression to fall.

His smile turned devious as the other accepted his gift, hand falling to rest lazily back to his side. A troll? My, what a vicious thing to say. He was merely trying to be a good friend. Edric could tell that his friend wasn't exactly pleased to accept the gift, but he would get over it. The redhead was a gift giver, often for the most unusual of occasions, and it was something those around him would simply have to deal with. Gifts from a crown prince were not things to be ignored, after all.

Suppressing a laugh at Elliot's startled expression, a broad grin settled back onto his features. "So you like them?" he asked, tone dripping with amusement. They hadn't been thrown back in his face, which was a good sign. A light laugh escaped him, and he tucked a stray hair behind his ear as he turned his head to look at the other, a look of well practiced surprise appearing. "Birthday?" he asked, raising a hand to press against his chest. "Your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it? How forgetful of me." he shook his head forlornly, a smile fighting at his lips. After a moment, he let the charade drop with a laugh, hand falling to rest in his pants pocket.

The mention of his brother drew an intrigued look, and he cocked a brow at the other prince. "I haven't seen dear Toby in a fortnight. I was trapped in New York until this morning." a small sigh of regret escaped him, as it would have been his last year riding to school with his brother. Maybe he would tag along in the future as well, at least until the throne was thrust upon him. Surely he could escape for a day or two without causing too much of a ruckus. "We had a most eventful summer. I was sent on numerous diplomatic visits, and you know I hate travelling alone. My dear brother was my helpful assistant, though he did insist on making me change attire far too often." his expression wrinkled in faint distaste at the thought; he was a full grown man that could dress himself, no matter what Toby said about his unusually coloured shoes. That, and ties. Oh, how he loathed them. Many arguments over the necessity of ties had occurred. "Don't ever let Toby dictate your wardrobe. He'll try and force you into ties and then try and steal your shoes." his poor orange shoes had barely escaped the summer alive.

♆Location: Castle Gardens♆Company: Elliot♆Mood: Amused♆Attire: [x] ♆

We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, we set it off tab tab tab
We're young, we're dumb, and having fun tab
Don't make me tell you twice