LovelyAnastasia

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

And Mabil the Mouse, ever the shadow, shall be witness to the devastation.

And Arn cracks me up! I enjoy him entirely and how oblivious he is to all these bold noble women.

And I hope everyone gets better soon. It is horrible being sick.

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

Mabil looked up at him when he asked for her name, her eyes gleaming with intelligence and giving nothing away about the turmoil storming inside of her. His voice and height, his build and confidence... Oh dear... If he was who she thought he might be, it gave her all the more cause not to speak. Even if this man wasn't the King's cousin, most Englishmen frowned on Scots, thinking them more barbaric and uncivilized than their English women. While some of it was true, Mabil was a blend of both, born Scot, partially raised English. Sometimes she could cover her accent, but there were some words that she just couldn't hide herself from. But maybe if she kept her sentences short he wouldn't notice.

"Guess," it was only one word and softly spoken, so it glided on the swirling musical air like a breathy whisper, only just clear enough for him to make it out. He could not simply place her from just a single word. Couldn't he? He was a noble after all, who knew how many ladies he talked to on the daily. And she was a servant to the King. Most noble never took notice of simple servants, as long as they were quiet and obedient, like she usual was. A kind of idea dawned on her. Her stepsister, Grace, would be an acceptable dance partner for him. And even though her face and personality was not at all like Mabil's they were the same size and had similar hair color. If worse came to worse, she'd simply lie. Though... she would feel a bit worried for Grace. But the cost would not be so high, surely. If he tried for some reason to seek her out after the ball (now there was a laughable though), he'd call on Grace, and either realize Mabil had lied, or think Grace had been his partner. They were all masked after all.

Well, until the King took off his mask at least. But then Mabil would simply disappear into the background, steal away like many of the other hidden servants to change into more appropriate attire, and return as if nothing had ever happened. Her eyes cast a casual glance towards the King, like she were merely looking around her to shyly avoid her dance partner. His Highness was now dancing with with a lady all in black, gallantly dancing just as he had did with all ladies. Sometimes Mabil really did wonder if one man could truly enjoy all the flirtatious schemes of everyone around him. But as long as he was the center of attention, surely he didn't mind. Especially when two women were bold enough to press themselves so intimately together just to earn a simple gaze.

Which begged the question, was this man the same? She still wasn't quiet sure if he was who she thought he was, but were not most men like the King? Did they not all wish, in some way or another, to be the objection of affection and admiration above all others. Perhaps it would be unkind the call all men the King's equal in desires, for His Highness truly was magnificent in the area of desiring so much and expecting it all to be giving willingly. They gracefully turned and spun on the floor, one pair among twenty or more. The dim lighting made Mabil feel even more like this was something she wake up from. Even if she was a bit fearful of who was behind the mask, she was elated at being able to dance again. The servants had their own parties, but none of it was at all elegant or dream-like, like this. Servant celebrations, with permission of His Highness, often occurred in celebration of a well done ball or other such festivity they had worked. The music and dancing there was far more passionate and wild than the elegant swirling of a noble's ball.

Mabil met the eyes that were behind that mask and she gave him one of her small, almost intelligently playful smiles. Mabil was obedient, loyal and reserved, but shame upon anyone who ever called her dull. She let people think what she wanted them to think and was a master at masking her true feelings. It was a talent acquired when a baron's step daughter was not only off Scottish blood, but looked nothing like her stepfather. Hold your true self close to your heart and guard it so you may never feel real pain. Though there were some who saw her true feelings, but only through actions and most of the time they were not even focused on her.

Mabil spun contently with her partner holding her close. While it made her a bit nervous, she used her blush to her advantage, letting him see what he wished and hiding her anxiety. Let him guess till their dance ended. She would not so easily give him the information he desired, this unknown man. But she would enjoy him, his hands, his broad shoulders, his curious eyes, his amused mouth...

Fairytale Town

DixeyRay said
Did you say Castle, bones, Criminal minds and CSI. That's what I watch basicly then some horror movies with the lights out gets me to sleep on the couch. Yes I know i'm strange

*smiles creepily* I enjoy figuring out the minds of fictional murderers.

NPC time:

Name: Gus

Who: One of the mice in Cinderella

In reality: A 'spider' of Phillip's who was suppose to watch after Ella

Appearance:

X-Men: The Divided

Oh! I thought you were just online when I wasn't and with my luck, not online when I was. I was quiet in dispair TT^TT

But you're here! *glomps and nuzzles*

Edit:

Starry-Eyed Beginning Theme song:

X-Men: The Divided

Noooo! I missed her again! Mistress do not forsake me TT^TT Come back and play with me!

Fairytale Town

Ella sighed and gave the girl an apologetic smile. "He's just in a bad mood," she sent a sharp glare to the Ice Prince, "an' taking it out on the wrong people." The half demon sulked and looked to the side, almost a bit sheepish. But when Ella wasn't looking, his clever cold eyes sliced through Karin line of sight. The tall silvery angel of male gave a loud 'hrumph' of displeasure and crossed his arms looking elsewhere.

"Believe it or not, he's usually such th' charmer," the Russian nymph held out her hand, "But it is a pleasure to meet yu, Miss Karin. If yu don't mind me asking, vahtever vere you doing up in my trees?" She motioned for the girl to follow her up to the back porch, motioning for her to take a seat on the far more comfortable cushioned swing. Phillip took a seat closest to Ella, lounging in his chair like a regal panther, silver eyes now hooded and lazily looking at Karin. Ella poured another glass of strawberry lemonade and offered the doll of a dear an apple pastry.

"It couldn't have been too comfortable up der," she smiled welcomingly, "I know. I often slept in tree vhen I was younger." Mostly to get away from chores or bossy elder sisters and governesses, but that was the life of a passive little nymph. If she could stay out of sight, she'd be free to have sometime to relax. Otherwise she was threading flowers in thick frizzy braids, or making the garden grow more exotic foods for Stepmother's 'refined' pallet.

Phillip lazily threw his arms over his own chair, looking rather content, if not sleepy, as the sunlight washed over him. With his eyes closed and no scowl or smirk on his face, he actually looked like an old painting of a sleeping angel. He was a beautiful creature, as were most half-bred children of demons. But then again they also had odd personalities. And what with him being half Ice demon and all...

X-Men: The Divided

Starry-Eyed: I-I can be strong too... >.> I'm sure I can.

Fairytale Town

Phillip was starting to get a very irritating feeling that this frail and shy girl wasn't all "she" seemed to be. Looking to him for help? From Ella? No female alive would be this much trouble, he was sure. And it irritated him further that if this "she" really was a "he", that "he" was getting too much special attention from Ella. It was childish and Gods knew he would never admit to it, but he might be feeling, just a tiny, tiny tiny bit...jealous. His silver eyes flashed looking at the frail and flustered "girl".

"I could always do it," his voice was smooth but cold, silky and polite, but with an edge, like a blade, "I won't be as gentle as Ella, but it'll be over real fast."

"Phillip! Be nice! She is jus' shy and all yu are going to do is scare her," Ella scolded him, before smiling gently down at the other girl, "Calm... calm, dearling, no need to make it worse on yourself." She lifted the girl's blouse just a bit, sliding her hand up, but only touching the area the girl seemed to be hurting from. "This vill only last a moment, but you must calm down. T'vill only last longer if you panic."

Phillip frowned, glaring forwards, not wanting to look at such a scene. So when Ella started the healing song, Phillip ended up joining her to make sure it went faster. She sang quickly too, as most did during the healing song, especially when the other was in pain. It was a song to help mend small wounds by giving a bit of your power to the other person through certain herbs. Prince Phillip had ice magic, so he wasn't suited for actually preforming a healing song, but added voice always help speed up the process for some reason. It was magic, so what did anyone really know about the ways it worked? As long as Ella did have to touch who he suspected might be a flustered disappeared prince for too long.


When they were done, Ella removed her hands and brushed the girl's bloused down swiftly.
"It may ache a bit, but I hope that helped," she said cheerfully. Phillip turned on his heel and bent down, staring right into the "girl's" eyes, his own narrowing.
"What is your name, Miss?" he said slowly, his sharp eyes gleaming like ice, "I don't believe you mentioned it." Ella smacked him on the back of the head.
"I said be nice, Phillip," she said sternly, "T'is is vhy you have problems vith making friends."

X-Men: The Divided

Starry-Eyed: O.O *nervously fidgets* >.> I...will defend myself... That is all the warning you get

Fairytale Town

Ella laughed, the music of it like dainty chimes flowing through sunshine and dancing on the wind. "Ther' is no reason too be shy, dearling," she said kindly, "It vill only take a moment." Putting a gentle hand on the dollish girl's head, she smiled warmly at her shyness. She was a sweet girl, Ella assumed her shyness was from innocence and nothing more. Tenderly moving the girl's hair to one side, she looked over at Phillip. His clear eyes had turned to silver in the sunlight, staring as if intrigued by the angelic little thing. She twirled her finger and he gave her a small smirk, turning gracefully to face the house, away from where the two females were.

"It vill only be a moment, I promise," her voice was gentle and soft, her hands pressed and rubbing the leave and grasses in her hands, "I vill help bring out the strongest of the healing in the plants. Then ve can put some ice on dat shoulder, da?" Standing she went to stand behind the girl. "My name is Ella, by th' vay. Dat predator of a silver prince t'ere is Phillip."

Phillip sent a casual wave with out turning around. He was smirking to himself. There had been rumors whispered in his ear from his kingdom 'spiders' about a certain unfortunate prince. When kingdoms relied on Princes, it was easy enough to hear about unfortunate situations that fell on them. Charles being exiled, Foot-Fetish Farmillion's rapid succession of lovers, and a certain warrior Prince who'd disappeared a while back. If there was one thing that the Ice Prince was, it was clever, and with all of his spying 'spiders' in kingdoms near and far, it was almost always one step ahead of everyone else. He was half-demon after all. He had to keep on his toes. It was his duty.