LovelyAnastasia

Fairytale Town

"I t'ink you upset her," Ella murmured, watching the mermaid leave.

"She misunderstood me," Phillip muttered, rubbing his forehead, "I was-am angry. She thought I was directing it at her."

"I thought you vere rather controlled," Ella murmured, touching her chin.

"You know me a lot more than the mermaid," he snapped. Ella turned and looked at him. He sighed and sent her an apologetic, almost ashamed look. The nymph went over to the half-demon and held his face in both of her hands, brushing silver blonde hair from his eyes.

"I do know you," she said softly, "You are not as cold and cruel as you like to pretend. At least not to those who don't deserve it. Vhy not show that to the other princesses? Let t'em help you. This isn't just about you, you know. If vhat you say has any truth, then you need friends. Not allies, friends." The prince put his hand on hers, turning his face to kiss her palms.

"If only it were that easy, Ella," he sighed, looking up at her. She drew him to her like he was a child, hugging him and petting his hair. At first he was stiff, unused to such a caring gesture. But slowly he relaxed and his hesitant arms wrapped around her waist. The Ice Prince hid his face his her embrace and he slumped forwards.

Fairytale Town

Try this

It's like a the sound track to a movie scene. Like Howl's Moving Castle or a drama scene from a historical movie.

Fairytale Town

The Ice Prince was neatly sitting in Ella's arm chair, an elbow on the arm chair's arm, his chin in his hand. He was the picture of an elegant man in furious thought. When she spoke his lavender eyes slowly turned to look at her. Soon the rest of his head followed, his hand dropping to touch his chin with on the tips of his fingers.
"Business...?" his voice was languid and slow, calm and cool like water, "My disposition towards the Duck would not interest you princess, trust me. Nor would my situation towards Charming." Elle sent him a quick and scolding glare. Phillip let out a small sigh, resting his head on his hand, as if he were very tired all of a sudden.
"The little Prince has a bad quality of over reaching his bounds," his voice was quiet but sincere, "And that Duck follows his stead. They are a very bad combination. The Duck may seem young, but he is not weak like Charmin-Charles. With the Duck's talent for battle and the Prince's talent of ambition, they are something of a very distasteful combo that enjoys causing chaos. The consequences is dishonorable crimes and sometimes death." His gave the princess full view of his storming angry eyes. "I very, very, very much dislike them."

"And it seems that it's Charles's plan to rule over all 'fairytale' creatures," he murmured, "with the help of that duck." He motioned around him. "It's why I'm here. I won't have anyone getting in the way of the storm. I'll take care of it myself and finish this once and for all. Like my father finished it before me."

Fairytale Town

Ella swept her hand towards her house, motioning the mermaid to lead the way.
"Why 'sadly' dear? To my understanding being a princess has its advantages," Ella smiled softly, speaking kindly, "Being in my situation, most girls very much vish to be a princess. Although I am very certain is no walk of cake."

X-Men: The Divided

Solemn said
Welcome to the group, Anastasia. And I'll throw in a post soonlyishness. Like tonight or tomorrow afternoon kind of deal. Not that I meet my deadlines very well

Thank you dearling! It is a pleasure to be a part of the group!

Fairytale Town

Does anyone else listen to music when they are writing up posts?

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

Man I want a faux fur bed... I know that's an odd thing to want but... It just looks so... nice. Like sleeping on teddy bear.

Fairytale Town

Phillip scoffed and ignored the Duck further. He was done with idiocy. With all the grace of an annoyed royal he went right back into Ella's cottage.

Shaking her head, Ella sighed and looked at Ariel. "I haven't the slightest, dear," the Russian shrugged, exasperated, "Your guess is as good as mine."

Camp Half Blood

Iria was standing right behind one of the bears when mist enveloped the warehouse. She couldn't see anything, how was she suppose to try to fight? She stood rigidly, too afraid to acciendently hit someone from Camp if she tried to attack. But apparently the bears hadn't shared her qualm. A piercing pain quickly drew across her right shoulder cutting deep in and glancing off her chest. Being clawed was like what they showed in the movies. You didn't scream first. That came after the shock. After you look at you shoulder and chest and see dangling shreds of meat and gushing blood. After your stomach drops and you feel the world spin. Then comes the scream. And it's like everything is underwater, because all you see blood and all you feel are pain.

A high pitched shriek, fast like a bullet, and echoing, bouncing off walls.

Only when your own scream catches up to you do you see the world as it once was. Since when was she against a wall? And when had she sat down? Panic and pain were like blinders. Gotta' get out. That's the first thought you have afterwards. Gotta' get away. That's the second. Scrambling up on her feet, Iria stumbled towards where she thought a door might be. It hurt to move, but adrenaline pushed to try to leave the place she might be hurt again in. Her skin was glowing brighter and brighter, like the flashing lights of a rave, and it only frightened her move. It was like having a target on your back and you don't know where the hunters were. Iria stumbled about trying to find the door with all her might, her body lighting up like a million of tiny flashing stars in rainbow colors. Stop it, stop it! Turn off, turn off!

Fairytale Town

"I'd be more than happy to make you into a slushie," Phillips scoffed, "But not in front of those who wish to see you lastly like this."