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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:27 pm
"NO!" Dax exclaimed, bringing a hand up to his head as if already protecting his flowing hair. He happened to treasure his golden lockes and would despise not having its constant warmth on his neck and back. "A girl can have shorter hair if she wants.." He scowled. He knew he was running out of reasons not to portray the wife. Throughout parties and other social events he had been mistaken as a woman from behind- even a couple from the front which rather upset him. Sure he had the hair for the part, but that shouldn't count for anything! "Fine! We won't even go into any towns. I'll just stay and rot in the forests."
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:30 pm
Meanwhile, Treza's servants had been preparing tea for the arranged group and her braids had long been completed. The girl sat in her rocking chair as a teenage maiden read her a short story. The rap on the door set into motion several servants scurrying away from the tea setup and the maiden closing the book with a smile. "Go answer that, would you?" she asked the girl, and the teen abided without question. Treza situated herself at the table and waited.
The girl opened the door. "You must be Jillian?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:50 am
Rosaline's eyes snapped open and deep red orbs stared up at the Death Prince. He shook his head slowly, deciding against telling the other he was all male - he didn't want to bring attention to himself and that would most certainly draw curiousity. "I'm just... waiting. I'm a dress maker and was asked to make some dresses..." His cheeks were flushed even more than usual from fatigue, but there seemed to be something about the other that... pulled his attention towards him. Rosaline, of course, had no idea of who the boy in front of him was - consciously, at least; subconsciously, he knew exactly who and what this person was and his "curse" was pulling him towards the other without his knowing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:53 am
"Fine with me," he chirped. "I'll just have to leave you behind occasionally so I can buy things when or if we need them. And the boat, as well." He grinned over at the other but then replaced his grin with a mock-pout. "But I was so looking forward to seeing my lovely wife. Ah well, I suppose one can't have everything." He didn't mention that he could have easily made himself look like a woman if he had used magic - there was no way his "pride" was going to allow him to be the woman.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:56 am
Jillian nodded, the bright smile lingering on his lips. He couldn't help be happy - even childish - after seeing Rosaline. He had always known how to take away Jillian's worries and even the scent of roses scent Jillian into blissful memories. He strode into the room and quickly located the young princess. "How are you today?" he asked politely.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:22 am
[[-shakes fist- This network is so crappy, it's taking forever for pages to load. x___x; ]]
Haar nodded with the same frown as the younger one explained just how out of place he was in his home before opening up one more door. He was going to express how utterly awful a life like that was- he had never had to deal with much heart ache when it came to where he lived, but before he could even turn towards Alti a flash of brown and varying shades of red enveloped him in a much too tight embrace. Although the young commander was usually merely tolerant of women he seemed overjoyed as a relatively serious person could look, lips twitching into a grin as crimson eyes softened just lightly.
This little lady was someone completely different from the usual pompous noble women he was around when he had to be, pushing back long strands of dark auburn hair behind the younger girl's ears, Haar murmured a swift hello before turning brightened eyes towards Alti, "Nm, Shannon, this is my...err, this is Alti, and Alti, this is my sister, Shan," the young man explained, watching with careful eyes as his younger sister held out a hand towards the teen. He was going to say that Alti...was his friend but he still wasn't quite sure if he could even make such an assumption. The teen didn't seem like someone who even wanted friends, at least not on the surface.
"It's nice to meet you." She looked very much like her older brother, same brown hair, with a tint of red, her eyes weren't exactly the same color as Shay's but still the same shade, just much darker. Wispy, long hair was pulled back with an almost marroon looking ribbon, hands nearly covered by long, dark crimson sleeves. "I do hope you're taking good care of my brother, he needs someone to make sure he doesn't kill himself." Haar frowned slightly at the comment, a dry expression on his face... He really needed to cut down on the timne his sister spent with Ceris, it was doing no good for the girl to pick up on the mage's sarcastic behaviour.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 11:24 am
Alti smiled slightly, tucking some dark hair behind an ear. "Likewise," he replied, shaking the girl's hand. She was, unmistakably, Haar's sister, but he had been a bit taken aback at Haar's innitial response to her. Having never had siblings and not having had a close friend in years, he didn't understand... this. It puzzled him, the way the two were. But none of that showed on his face, as he was used to hide anything that might make him appear... uncomfortable or unsuited to his surroundings. In other words, anything that could appear as a weakness.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:05 pm
No! He couldn't let that pouting face affect him. Sayael's emotional play may work on his mother, but he wouldn't let it do the same to him. "Oh! So you'd let your unseen wife get left all alone behind in the woods while you go shopping? That's very comforting to know," Dax countered. "I'll hate to see what situations you'll leave me in once some real trouble shows up." He released an exasperated yet helpless sigh. "I'll probably be long dead before I ever even get to see what lands lie beyond The Wall."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:09 pm
"Oh, don't be that way. If you really wanted, we could both be men looking for our parents blessings. It happens less with common folk, but it still happens." He looked extremely put-off and sulky - it was obvious he really had been looking forward to seeing Dax in a dress.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:31 pm
Dax gripped Jacqueline's reigns so tight, his knuckles soon went white. He wanted there to be as little chance of them being noticed as possible, and going around as two men wouldn't help, he knew. "Alright already! I'll be the dumb wife," he said, finally giving in and hating himself for it. "But only when it's completely necessary. Only." He'd never before worn a dress and the idea didn't strike his fancy. "Where are we going to even get a dress?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:35 pm
"Thank yoou," he chimed in, his perfectly angellic Prince Charming smile set in place on his lips. He'd have to find some way to repay the other... but later. "Don't worry, I have a dress," he said, smiling brightly. "It should fit you." He had obviously planned for this and was looking a little too smug and happy with the way things had turned out. "You'll be my very pretty wife."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:02 pm
Muertian smiled with ease, letting a bit of his natural charm work for him. So the lady was a dressmaker? How quaint. His emerald shades glanced over the other's features. They were... remarkably fine-tuned. This person almost looked like they were a living porcelain doll. Perfectly long lashes... beautiful, smooth complexion. The young prince couldn't help but be attracted even though he knew the two of them would never go anywhere. He was to marry well-- a lady of the court or princess, for that matter.
Muertian let his hands cross behind his back and leaned in to swiftly peck Rosaline's cheek in 'greeting.' "I'm Muertian," he introduced, dropping the royal title for the time being, "And you are...?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:50 pm
"I wanted the pink one."
Brown eyes lowered slightly, the knight's expression falling to one that was completely, and utterly crestfallen. Of course the boy had wanted the pink one. How could he have been so...so daft as to think the other would've enjoyed the orange covered pastry?
Peyton looked almost apologetic, "Uhm, nmm...I'll- I'll eat it okay? I just-"
Cain shook his head, "No, I'll get the-"
"No! I want this one!"
"Well you obviously don't want it if you asked me to get the pink one," the young knight muttered, growing a bit agitated by the moment. Why did he have to be the one to make sure the blonde didn't get into any trouble? He would've been perfectly fine guarding the training hall or any such place but having to take care of the teen? It just wasn't the most pleasant exper-
Earning a whack to the side of his head, Cain turned his head sharply towards the boy who was giving him the weirdest look. "Nm, I'm not supposed to get up, you know? But I really need to, so, I mean I don't really want to make you do more than you are but I really, really need to go somewhere."
The knight frowned, "And just where do you need to be going?"
"I spilled stuff all over my shirt," and indeed there was a large spot of thick cream down the side of the boy's dark shirt. "I think it was from the..." The boy continued by rattling off a list of certain creamy pastries it could've been, Cain really wasn't listening by that point, merely wondering just what the people of the castle would think if he was seen carrying around the commander's apprentice with a more than suggestive looking stain on the boy's shirt. "Jus'...jus'- can't we use the sink over there?" He pointed towards the small kitchenette area that Ceris used from time to time. He recieved a furious "No!" Wrapping an arm around the boy's waist, the brown haired teen sighed, "Fine, I jus' hope we don't run into anyone..."
Yes, this had to be one of the least pleasant experiences of his castle life.
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Shay smiled gently at his younger sister, back up a few paces, "So, what brings you to the royal wing?" He asked, curiosity clear in his voice. The young woman explained that she had been taking measurements of one of the younger princess's to give to a very specific dressmaker, who would in turn make the dress before the festival next week. "You're going aren't you?" She asked, looking quite pleased that her brother was able to go to such an event. She, of course, would need to stay back in the castle... but she wouldn't mind simply hearing stories from her brother and Peyton. "I hear Peyton thinks he's going. Are you going as well, Alti?" She asked, tucking away a slip of paper into her dress before turning her attention towards the foreign looking teenager.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:24 pm
".. I don't even want to know why you have a dress already," Dax said, shaking his head. He was left in a state of both pouting over not getting what he wanted and fuming because he had to be the woman. How dare Sayael be so confident! He'd get him back somehow. "And I had better be pretty if I have to do this. The attire will be bad enough but if I am suppose to have one blemish or flaw, I won't do it.. And I hope you know I'll be the nagging type of wife that's always wanting something." His voice changes into a high-pitch- "'Oh, darling look! A box of expensive diamonds', and 'Sweetheart, I want the specially imported chocolates! Only the kind in the blue box!'"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:35 pm
SonataBlue Muertian smiled with ease, letting a bit of his natural charm work for him. So the lady was a dressmaker? How quaint. His emerald shades glanced over the other's features. They were... remarkably fine-tuned. This person almost looked like they were a living porcelain doll. Perfectly long lashes... beautiful, smooth complexion. The young prince couldn't help but be attracted even though he knew the two of them would never go anywhere. He was to marry well-- a lady of the court or princess, for that matter.
Muertian let his hands cross behind his back and leaned in to swiftly peck Rosaline's cheek in 'greeting.' "I'm Muertian," he introduced, dropping the royal title for the time being, "And you are...?"
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