@madlenakovacic​

Samson was...unsure of how to feel about the murder mystery dinner. It was exciting, of course, he couldn’t deny that. He got a bit of a kick out of his character, a man named Mr. Baklava. A sweet treat that he enjoyed, so that was pretty nice. It was very very interesting to play a role so unlike himself, a street artist married to another man. And an activist. Certainly a nice way to spend an evening. He hadn’t managed to yet find his husband or his activist friend, but he did notice the Croatian princess nearby.

With a smile, he approached. “Enjoying the dinner so far?”

TREAT | A kiss on the cheek | random selector. | @madlenakovacic​

Charlotte was heading to the sweetie's table, as sugar tooth as she is, she couldn't resist taking some dessert with dolce di latte, and of course, brownies. It wasn't a surprise for her bumping into Madlena, at the same table. ❝ Hey! How're you doing?! ❞ She flashed a warm smile to her, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek.

🏠+ 🥐

@madlena-kovacic ( 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside &  🥐 - cook some comfort food ) - 

Josip had asked for a fire to be built in his room this evening, the ubiquitous cold of the day having leeched into his bones as he’d gone about his business. It was deliciously warm in front of the fire place, and the blanket strewn over the floor reminded him of the times he and his younger siblings had built blanket tents at home ( those were good memories - it made him smile to remember ). 

What was even better than that comforting heat was that he’d managed to find the main ingredients ( namely chocolate and marshmallows ) to make s’mores, which were proving to be both messy and satisfying to eat. 

If only his chocolate supply didn’t keep disappearing between each snack he attempted to cook in the flames.

“Želite li još jedan s'more, ili biste radije pojeli čokoladu?”

Champagne was never usually something she indulged in, alcohol always having been a bit off limits to Rosa since lupus didn’t quite mix well with it, so the princess was enjoying a refreshing glass of water as everyone else seemed to get tipsy. She’d been enjoying herself though even with the horror aspect of the game, and she couldn’t seem to keep a straight face through any interaction which had prompted quite a few looks from Madlena throughout. She was doing her very best in this conversation to stay in character and not break but she still hadn't heard much from the other person she was speaking to and she was sure as soon as she heard their name she would giggle. “I just can’t believe they would think I wanted someone dead. I might have some differing views but I would never plot their murders, you know?” She had been in the middle of explaining who she was to the best of her ability before she crossed an arm over her chest, tucking her hand under her elbow while she raised her glass in the other. “I’ve been rambling, I’m so sorry. I don’t believe I’ve even gotten your name.”

🍷(Your pick. Matty, Sari, Gio, Alexi, or Keo)

~ ft. alexi

The bottle had gone empty despite Madlena’s best efforts to get every last drop of champagne. It was an empty feeling, having nothing left as she sat at the piano in the music room. An instrument she didn’t even know how to play but had accompanied her dance more times than she could count. Still, that lonely feeling continued to eat away at her as her green eyes swelled with tears.A sadness she couldn’t, nor wanted to, keep at bay. So the tears fell, staining her cheeks and smearing whatever already faded makeup remained from the day. The self pity hadn’t just been kept to herself however, the moment Madlena heard the door creak she turned to see who the person was, someone she hadn’t actually gotten to know but anything that would have kept her civill with social interactions clearly wasn’t something she bothered with that evening as the Croatian ventured right up to the man and wrapped her arms around his stuff posture, crying not about events in her life, not about her past, but about how a bottle of champagne, an empty bottle could leave her feeling so alone. “It’s empty,” she sobbed, holding up the bottle to the stranger as if he’d be the one to remedy the situation. 

@alexicervantes

Send🍷for my muse to approach yours while incredibly drunk!  

@nathanielsgray​!

I think I’d like getting to know you better. Progress, but maybe that was short-lived. Between the various holidays and coming new year, Madlena had hardly seen the prince apart from a quick smile and hello, albeit awkward at times, while passing each other in the halls. Oh! Then there was that very awkward and very much unnecessary moment under the mistletoe Madlena managed to turn into a conversation about alcohol before insisting she go find some. So to chalk it up, their interactions could be summed up to a few awkward moments mostly created by Madlena, which did include the accidental peanut butter and jelly mishap and that time he forgot her birthday. It wasn't looking so great. 

Now it wasn’t that the Croatian was actively avoiding Nathaniel in general, but at this moment as she had ventured outside only to come across the prince speaking in a language she didn’t know with others. Well that was when she did try to actively avoid him and not make a scene. For someone who was supposedly so graceful when it came to ballet, that quick turn she attempted to dodge out of his line of sight resulted in Madlena tripping over a potted plant, a dead one to be specific as the winter frost had killed off nearly everything in sight. She’d blame the gardener for this, just like the missing wine bottle she hid in the bushes when the Polish Princess was eyeing it after dinner. “Sorry, I was just...I’ve got to...and you have company.” Waving at the prince from where she stood, the Croatian slowly began her return back to where she came from, the comfort of the palace walls. Hopefully, she’d be mindful of that potted plant once again behind her. 

pink. copper. cream.

pink: what's your natural hair color?

❝ As a child, I was a towhead, it’s blonde. ❞

copper: gold or silver jewelry?

❝ Gold. ❞

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

❝ I have a small anchor tattoo on my foot, in my heels. And 2 earring piercings. ❞