LovelyAnastasia

Fairytale Town

Ella dismissed his ramblings with a wave of her hand and turned back to Rapunzel and Ariel.

Fairytale Town

Ella just shook her head and put her hands on her hip. Children. If anything the Ugly Duckling was ugly on the inside. And if he considered her spoiled, he should be more well versed in the real story. The 'princess Cinderella' he was thinking of was with her stupid foot-fetished prince. She almost pitied her deranged stepsister. Almost.

"Phillip, let the child be," she sighed, "He is clearly off his rocker, as the Normies say."

X-Men: The Divided

Asha stood in the main hallway, a dark smudge is a classic and beautiful place. With the newly reenergized starlight in feeding her body now at a regular pace, her head was clearing. Mama... She probably wasn't going to see her again, was she? Not with her dad fortifying his family from any and all mutants. Including her. But at least he could move on without the fear of damaging his reputation, no longer having a mutant for a daughter. A mutant... abomination... Asha sighed softly and looked at her black shoes.

She was dressed head to toe in thick, light absorbing, black cloth. The same kind they made blackout drapes from. The only skin showing was a narrow slit around her eyes. And there her mutation was hardly noticeable. Her once deep brown eyes now seemed to be lit from the inside, glowing bright as if hit by the sun. At least she wasn't radiating rainbow colored light right now. Sitting on her two suitcases, she surveyed the hall around her. This was a place for mutants? It looked more like a private school refurbished from an old manor or mansion or something.

Not that that was at all a bad thing. In fact it was almost beautiful. She'd read a book on architecture once. The molding and elegant decor of this hall seemed to be authentic, which was unusual in this modern age. Asha looked around even more and then spotted a mirror. Her entire body stilled. Slowly she got up and, putting one foot in front of the other carefully, approached it. Her slightly glowing eyes stared back at her, her black dressed form looking alien to her. Hesitantly she put a hand to her face. She cautiously drew down the thick black cloth covering her mouth and nose.

A creature changing color like a fish from the deepest depths of the sea stared back at her in disgust. The faces of her horrified face flashed in front of her mind. Quickly she pulled her mask back up over her luminescent face. Horrifying. She was horrifying. Tears stung at her eyes, threatening to spill over and brand her weak. But she blinked furiously and trudged back over to her suitcases, sitting back down, clenching her eyes shut in determination. No crying. She would never cry.

Teen Titans: A New Era

I happened to be listening to a waltz because im doing another RP where there is a masked ball going on, so it just happened to still be playing as I wrote for here. It fitted the mood though.

Teen Titans: A New Era

And listening to waltz music while writing that last post nearly had me in tears.

Teen Titans: A New Era

*curtsies deeply* I thank you for the honor.

Teen Titans: A New Era

Dawnfire listened carefully to what the elder said. He knew of her lie and her smile grew sad and sorrowful. Her hand holding his, nodded at his words. Her planet also knew of war like his. For a long time her own planet had fought the Citadel and many a kin had been lost to the ceaseless battles. It was a blessing that she had not lived during such war times. A blessing as well that neither had Viran. War such as that was harmful to the soul and turned many great people into cold killers and damaged kin.

Viran holds the key to peace between what remains of our people and the rest of Earth.... More are coming... They must make a choice... Viran was engineered to save their race... Viran's mother... Viran can bring peace... He must know his heritage... Let him know...that his Grandfather will always be proud of him for what he has done...

Dawnfire put her forehead to Viran's grandfather's as his hand grew slack in hers. Tears threatened to escaping her shining green eyes. Crossing the elder's arms over his chest, she closed his eyes and bowed her head.

"May the Gods and Goddesses of both your planet and mine watch over you wise one.... and forgive me of my negligence... Your wishes shall be done, by all my Tamaranian blood," her voice was merely as whisper now. Gently, carefully she set the elder in a position that many warriors, both on Earth and on Tamaran, had done to their own honored deceased. Standing she wiped her eyes and went to Viran. The dead were gone but not forgotten. And the living needed her now.

"Viran," she said softly, putting a hand to his sleeping face, "Oh that I am sorry for what I must tell you when you wake. Rest now, Friend. I shall guard you till the others come back."

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

A man dressed in green and gray silks, his mask painted to match, offered her his hand. Mabil blushed beneath her mask, not quiet knowing what to do. Yes, she had daydreamed about it, but surely he was jesting. She was not any Lady Johanna. But she had to keep to pretenses and accept. If she declined it would be suspicious and she might have to exit and no longer be able to tend to His Highness. And his wrath was something she did not wish to evoke. It was only one dance. Surely she'd be safe after only one dance.

Hesitantly she took his hand, curtsying deeply gracefully. His voice sounded so familiar and she sent up a silent prayer that she would not be dancing with a dangerously powerful man. Mabil was no innocent. This dance was something akin to a dance that required closeness between partners. She did not speak, knowing her hint of an accent might give her away. She'd play the role of Baron's daughter like she had been taught. Be kind and gracious, but distant and refine. If she was not memorable, he would lose interest. Maybe. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her hand from trembling.

What if he found out she was merely a servant, in disguised service for the King? Of course he'd be repulsed and angered, but she sincerely hoped he'd take it out on her and not His Highness. If any problems were to arise because of her... Well, she'd probably lose more than her dignity. This dance was dangerous, but she steeled herself, resorting herself to an old technique many women commonly used when playing dangerous games. Mabil became calm and almost dignified, gliding next to her new dance partner as if she floated on the air. Gracefully she curtsied to her mysterious dance partner, keeping herself a mystery. She spoke with her eyes instead, her dark lashes lowering when she curtsied at the beginning of her dance, but gently meeting his eyes when they took the beginning position of the dance. Mabil displayed herself as humble yet gracious, serene yet refined. Hopefully he get his kicks after dancing with the plainest lady in the room and move on to someone more suited to his breeding and stature. Whomever he might be.

Teen Titans: A New Era

Reaper said
... The moment Lovely comes back we are all on this path again...XD

It's good to get a little fresh blood in ^.^ well... fresh-ened

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

Thank yee kindly m'lord :D

Let us dance