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prompt 1. “foe-toes”
In prior years, you had to rely on your own memories to recall the events of each ball (however well that went considering, well, the overarching situation…). Tonight, the Projectionist is determined to make that a thing of the past. In her pursuit to bring light magic to its true potential, she has developed a new invention: the photo-artifex! Magic and lenses work together to imprint light onto paper, creating a lasting black-and-white image of whatever it sees.
The machines themselves are less than portable, but there are several to take advantage of tonight. Most are set up in what she calls a “theater” kind of environment: one photo-artifex pointed at a background, with a table of props set up nearby for people to use in their “photos”. The wide space allows for multiple people to be in the photo at the same time, perfect for groups! For couples, however, the Projectionist insists that you try her “artifex-box”, a booth that fits only two people but allows each patron to take home a string of multiple photos.
Take a picture! Strike a pose!
[ Back hug ] - For the photo, the sender embraces the receiver from behind.
[ Bunny ears ] - The sender sneakily puts up two fingers behind the receiver’s head, making them look like they have bunny ears.
[ Cheek ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the cheek for a cute photo.
[ Dance ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pose in a way that suggests they are in the middle of a dance.
[ Glamour ] - The sender struts their stuff, posing their body in… “interesting”, angular ways that show off their outfit.
[ Jump ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver try to time their jump so that the photo-artifex captures them in mid-air. Might take a few tries…
[ Laugh ] - Laughing makes for a natural smile, and so the sender tries to make the receiver laugh for the photo.
[ Lift ] - For the photo, the sender boldly lifts the receiver up in their arms. Whether or not they can hold them long enough for the photo may be another story…
[ Muscle ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pull back their sleeves to show off their rippling biceps.
[ Secret ] - The sender leans in close to the receiver and hides their lips from the photo-artifex, suggesting a kiss between the two. Whether or not the sender actually does…
[ Smooch ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the lips for a romantic photo.
[ Spell ] - The sender and the receiver put their hands up in the air, posing in a way that spells out a word.
And any other pose you can think of!
Take a look at the props:
[ Unicorn ] - Unfortunately, no horses are allowed in the ballroom. The Projectionist has thoughtfully prepared a stuffed horse for prop purposes, sturdy enough for one small child to sit on without fearing for their life. A single horn adorns its forehead.
[ Meow ] - Headbands adorned with two cat ears, perfect for hissy felines in human suits.
[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.
[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.
[ Arrow ] - A blank white sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to your left. You can write all sorts of things on it, from “Best Girlfriend Ever” to “I’m With Stupid”.
And anything else you can find on the table!
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fortnite joke
even with all that had happened with his son, sigurd would not let his plan to go to waste. he'd thought of it a few days ago— had even already bought the rings— he couldn't let nerves or anxiety stop him from trying now.
the only problem was that he was not sure how arvis would react. he needed someone to confide in for such a thing but.. he wasn't sure who to go to. no one around them was truly supportive of their relationship and there was no way he could simply ask arvis after what happened with seliph.
"thank you for the dance, miss." sigurd bows his head politely as he parts ways with the nameless noble he'd just been dancing with, passing her off to another noble partner. he needed to be alone to think about it, perhaps. just as that thought passes through his head he looks up and spots her.
deirdre— and for once she is alone. with the way the ballroom chandeliers illuminate her presence she looks like even more of a goddess than usual. sigurd glances around to make sure truly there was no one around to take her away from him before approaching her.
"deirdre!" he calls out to his wife, gently shoving his way through the crowd to get to her by the banquet table. a light flush makes its way to his face as he looks down at her in an almost stunned silence.
no matter what changed, her beauty would always be the same. she would always resemble a goddess through and through. "i haven't really been able to talk with you until now." he starts with a sheepish smile. ".. could i see you in private for a moment?"
@nagaficat
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Impossible Things are Happening Every Day
Silva has heard a lot of rumors on her journey to get as far away from Dahna, as far away from Jugdral, as she possibly can with nothing to her name but a passion for dance and a pretty face. Turns out the distance is quite far if someone is willing enough. She hears about a place called the Abyss in a place called Gareg Mach. It's a place people go when they don't want to be found. For people running. People like Silvia.
When she arrives there's talk a buzz of a White Heron Cup. It's a dance competition and Silvia perks up considerably. Competitions yield prizes and prizes are usually gold or at least able to be sold. Her belly grumbles as she thinks about it. The dancer can't remember the last time she had a hot meal. Or a cold one.
Of course, it's not that kind of competition. Some kind of fancy frilly event for the school's bougie students and faculty. Silvia deflates to the point that her pigtails droop and stands at a distance far enough from the ballroom that she can hide in the shadows but close enough that she can hear the music playing. Music always reminds her of him. She never had music in her until the day they first met. Without him it won't ever be the same again.
Silvia kicks the snowy ground with a sandaled foot. It's freezing but she doesn't care enough to notice.
@ulirblood
#alt title: imposterble things are happening every day#| thread | impossible things are happening every day#yes i have been watching a kot of r&h cinderella#yes the brandy one obviously#ulirblood#toaball2022
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young love & old money
@verseandrhyme OK BUT ARE THEY GOING TO SPIT IT OUT???
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Another. The thought of it is a little embarrassing, but also... well, to be honest, there’s a part of him that wouldn’t mind another. Welcome it, even. But Mitama turns away before he can respond to what she said, insisting on dessert. “So early? You sound like Lysithea!”
She’s flirting with him, is she? Two can play that game. “But yeah, let’s check it out. I could eat a little something. With little hesitation, Claude links arms with her, trying not to focus too hard on how warm her touch is. “Chilly outside, isn’t it? I’m hoping for something hot to drink.”
The buffet tables have some food set out for those already feeling peckish–nothing heavy, but certainly dishes to satisfy a sweet tooth. Sweet buns, saghert-and-cream, scones with fruit preserves to spread over them... yeah, nothing that Claude really wants to eat. As he tries to search for something a little less sweet, his eyes meet another’s: a Fódlan student staring intently at the two of them. She averts her eyes when he catches her, but it doesn’t stop her from continuing to look and consult a nearby friend.
Claude can’t say he didn’t expect this. House leaders and future heads of state always grab attention and stir gossip among the people. He’s been a curiosity of the court since birth, it’s nothing that he’s not used to, much less bothered by. But what about Mitama?
When their eyes meet again, Claude narrows his in silent warning. Leave us alone. He turns to Mitama with a softer look on his face, giving her a small smile. “See anything you like? I’ve seen Lysithea pig out on these before,” he gestures to the trio of sweet buns set out on a plate. “Faerghus specialty, I think. They have all this whipped cream in the middle, but one of them has jam right in the center” the worst part of it, if you ask him. “You’ve had them before, right? It’s a dining hall staple.”
#t. young love & old money#verseandrhyme#toaball2022#title is a song that awakened the 16 y/o me deep in lana del rey's discography
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Somewhere, somehow, it happened.
@boundlesshart , @hresvelged
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Momentum Mori
A frigid breeze brushes against cobbled brick, offering a refreshing chill to the faithful.
The Goddess Tower: a place for solemn reflection. Many a student come to this special location to have their wishes granted. Some yearn for eternal love with their partners, others for success in their careers, and for a select few, that wish is simply happiness. But our young prince (king? it’s complicated) Lewyn wants to ask for something a little more complicated.
Strange reunions had become part of his daily life at The Officers Academy, but something about the Ethereal Ball brings about more confusion than he bargained for. It seems that anyone--past, present, or future--is capable of showing up here unannounced. Lewyn can only make light of this fact for so long; putting on a happy-go-lucky demeanor in the face of frustrating questions takes a toll on him. And so, worn from tricky conversation, he grows desperate. Lewyn seeks the guidance of the almighty ones, in the hopes that they can provide some explanation as to why all of Jugdral seems to be congregating in one foreign academy.
Alone and kneeling, he clasps his hands together. Lewyn’s no saint, so don’t get used to this image. His eyes shut and he concentrates on his desire, speaking out to the empty room so that the echoes may carry his voice to the divine, “Forseti, goddess--or whoever--I don’t ask for much. But just this once, I’ve got a request for ya. I know I ain’t exactly been the best me I can be, so I promise I’ll try a little harder if you grant this wish: for once, I ask that you give me more answers than questions. Send me a sign or something; tell me what I’m meant to do here.”
“Show me for what reason, or which person, you’ve sent me on this journey for...”
@supportingdancer
#IC#MINI THREAD/INTERACTION (MOMENTUM MORI)#SUPPORTINGDANCER#toaball2022#//yes that title is a music pun
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Starter Call
Hello! First post of the blog. Haven't been on this site in a while so I'm just gonna say like, repost this, or dm me, or literally anything that can get my attention and I'm definitely down to whip up a starter!
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growing pains
Her heart pounds in her chest - it has been doing all night. She needs to talk to someone. Someone who isn’t Scathach, as wonderful a date as he has been tonight. After all, she can’t just ask him how to tell him that she likes him. That would defeat the entire purpose. A petite hand clutches at her chest and her eyes dart across the ballroom, a kaleidoscope of colour and sound. Her mother catches her eye and Julia knows what she has to do.
“I’ll be back in a moment, Scathach. I’d just like to catch up with my mother for a moment. Please, have fun without me. Hehe, I bet your sister would like to challenge you to a dance battle. Perhaps you should indulge her in my absence?” Glancing over her shoulder, she sees that her father is deep in conversation with Lord Sigurd and looking the other way. Standing upon the balls of her feet, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his cheek. There’s a spring to her step as she skips away, already knowing that her date is definitely blushing.
“Mother! Could I steal you away for a moment, perhaps for a dance,” the ballroom is heaving though. If they were in the middle of that typhoon of bodies and merriment she doubts she could speak above the din. Perhaps elsewhere then? The glass doors are wide open, inviting in the slightly gelid winds. It would be chilly but quiet outside. She doubts many people would bother them or overhear their conversation. If they did, they would likely be strangers anyway. “Or maybe outside, I’d like to speak to you. Where father can’t hear us!”
She lights a small, tender flame between her fingers. Julia will always be her father’s daughter - as much as she hates some of the things he has done, the warmth of his heart lingers still in hers. Burns brightly and keeps her gentle and compassionate; a fact that perhaps only Deirdre can truly appreciate. Julia holds her father’s flames - the flames of Fjalar, deep in her heart. Perhaps a little tempered, but her passions and love burn just as brightly.
“I’ll keep you warm. It’s just that I need your advice. It’s... about a boy, hehe.”
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The Highest Babysitting Bill Ever
Head in the clouds and walking on air among the excitement of the ball, Deirdre is not exactly paying much attention to where she is going. Even with the horrific first meeting of her beloved husband and her darling son, she is still managing to get swept away in the romantic atmosphere of the evening. It is almost impossible not to! The hall is decorated beautifully and staff and students alike are dressed in their finest attire. It is like walking through a dream!
She feels as though she is floating when, suddenly, she runs into another person and is brought back down to earth. "Oh, forgive me! I did not--" She stops when she looks up and sees the face of this stranger. He is taller, more stoic, and hardened by time and war but she immediately knows who this is. He had only been a teenage boy the last time she saw him. She handed him her baby and promised she would be careful and return before he realized she had gone. She refused to listen to any warnings or protests against her leaving. And then she never returned.
"Shannan?" Emotion cracks her voice and she can feel her hands shaking with either excitement or fear. "Oh, Shannan!" She wants so desperately to embrace him. He had been like a son to her and Lord Sigurd and she loved him so very deeply. Since reuniting with Seliph and Ayra's twins, she knows just how important he and Oifey both had been in raising her actual son. She owes him everything.
"Shannan, my darling, I must beg your forgiveness! I wanted to come back. I was always going to return to you." Deirdre is crying now, overcome by so many emotions. "I swear I will not leave again. I am here now. We are together again."
@odsfinest
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[ Spell ] - A small part of her does want to show off, she admits. Celica was passionate about her magical studies, determined to find uses for the arcane that could better lives and further society—discovering potential that was more than just tools for war.
As she understands it, Professor Arvis was a rather accomplished fire mage himself, and when Celica finds herself standing with him in front of the 'photo-artifex', an idea suddenly sparks.
"Oh! I know. How about we spell something out... with magic?" Celica smiles, the tip of her finger glowing alight with a small flame. "We can write it in the air."
Magical theory had always been a deeply held interest of his, and it is with that interest that Arvis seeks out the projectionist and their device.
He is well accustomed to sitting for portraits, but the prospect of instantaneous results also draws his curiosity. He is a scholar in all things, well before he even began his work as a professor here; and to see that same spark of affinity and aptitude in his students softens the hard edges of his heart.
He sees it well in Celica, and has a fondness for her for it. At the offered idea, he smiles, conjuring his own flame and feeling the push and pull between their spells.
"A fine idea."
The portrait lacks the brilliant shades of ochre and crimson that come from a painter's brush, but it is still a marvel at how hyper realistic and immediate the result is.
His cheeks ache staring down at the memory made with the Valentian Queen.
#i probably won't do a drawing for every picture ask#inspiration just struck here#seraphiia#celica support#toaball2022#mun art
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[ MUSCLE ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pull back their sleeves to show off their rippling biceps.
(There's a clear disparity between them, but it's the spirit that really counts)
Nailah grinned as she flexed, proud of her strength. Reyson, she'd heard, had a temperament that was far different from her beloved's, and she knew he would attain what strength he could, even if he had to fight nature's predisposition for his kind himself.
"Strength is not merely in muscle," she commented. After the photos snapped she gave him a nod, mouth upturned with an approving half smirk. "That steeled gaze of yours could give my eye a run for its money. Be proud of who you are."
She felt around in her pocket for her card. "Oh, and stamp this for the quaint game the beorcs have us playing."
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prompt 2. groovin’ & movin’
After some time mingling with friends and discovering the new photo-artifexes, the students find their rhythm and eagerly wait for the music to start. The school’s orchestra briefly fills the room with a melodic cacophony of string instruments, deep clarinets and high flutes practicing important sections. Then, silence, before beginning the first of many pieces of the night.
The tune may be unfamiliar to most of you, even to the Fódlan students. Those from Archanea, however, may recognize the familiar melody of a timeless minuet from their continent. With the Officers Academy welcoming in students from all over the world, they have expanded their musical repertoire to include familiar dances for their international students to enjoy!
All prompts are under the cut!
Freestyle!
[ Embrace ] - The sender gets in closer, practically embracing the receiver as they dance.
[ Hips ] - The sender’s hips don’t lie as they move boldly with the beat of the music, grabbing the receiver’s attention.
[ Whisper ] - The sender leans in, whispering something for the receiver’s ears only.
[ Dip ] - The sender boldly and dramatically dips the receiver down. Don’t drop them!
[ Spin ] - The sender lifts the receiver into the air, spinning them around. Don’t get dizzy!
[ Kiss ] - The sender takes their opportunity to lean in, intent on kissing the receiver.
[ Whoops ] - While they dance, the sender trips over the receiver.
[ Trip ] - While they dance, the sender trips the receiver over.
[ Improvise ] - The sender doesn’t know how this dance goes and tries to improvise, dragging the receiver along the way.
[ Freedom ] - The sender goes against the grain and makes up their own dance moves for the receiver to follow!
And anything else you can think of!
Learn new dances!
[ Archanea ] - An old minuet originating from the Kingdom of Archanea, a true classic that has stood the test of time. Due to its difficulty, successfully executing the dance is an achievement in and of itself.
[ Zofia ] - Modeled after an Archanean court dance, but with an energetic twist. The entire body is engaged with the dance, creating a spectacle that is enjoyable to watch.
[ Grannvale ] - An old waltz from before the rise of Emperor Arvis. It was popular during its time in the 750s but has now become a relic of the past, one that may not be as appreciated by the newer generation.
[ Elibe ] - An Ostian court dance where the leading partner wields a ceremonial sword as a part of the routine. This dance, meant to resemble a knight with his lady, is getting some attention from the students of Fódlan.
[ Renais ] - A choreographed dance from rural Renais. Two rows of partners stand opposite of each other, dancing as they move closer and away from each other like waves upon a shore.
[ Crimea ] - A traditional dance that requires quite a bit of athleticism to pull off. In addition to keeping up with fast-paced music, the dancers must perform a variety of leaps and flips.
[ Ylisse ] - The successor of the Archanean minuet, this waltz suits modern Ylissean tastes with easy-to-learn steps, a faster pace, and a closeness to your partner that continues to scandalize the older generations in Ylisse.
[ Nohr ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.
[ Hoshido ] - A synchronized dance that must be done by two people. To a slow and gentle melody, the pair moves with fluid purpose, evoking the image of a crane in flight.
[ Adrestria ] - A court dance that has spread like wildfire through Fódlan ballrooms. This waltz is best known for a special move that calls for the partners to join hands, together forming the shape of a bird in flight.
[ Faerghus ] - A slow-paced partner dance that allows both dancers to pull in close, practically embracing each other as they sway to the music. Popular amongst couples.
[ Leicester ] - An expressive, rhythmic dance that is only well-known in its homeland. Sweeping, dramatic movements and making noise with clapping and foot-stomping are required for this passionate style.
And feel free to make music requests for the band!
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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 -- 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐇 & 𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍 .
Scathach couldn’t help but fiddle with his thumbs awkwardly in some far off corner of the ball while he waited for his partner. His repetition of his brain telling him he didn’t fit in here left him feeling irritated, but he knew it was true. From his clothes all to the way he should act felt weird and unnatural to him. He needed to make connections with his fellow students and teachers, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he designated himself to a corner to people watch from afar. At least from here he could see Larcei enjoying herself, that alone gave him some peace of mind.
Well- it had been enough until he spotted a familiar woman with blonde hair crossing the dance floor to the sidelines. That... Surely that had to be Edain, there was no way he could mistake his mother for anyone else. Just seeing a glimpse of her face from afar was enough to jog the memories of the many stories she read, and countless lullabies she sang to lull him to sleep. She too had made it here, and he hadn’t even known it? What cruel goddess would allow such an injustice he wondered as he walked towards her in a hurry. “Mother!” He called to her, giving her time to register his advance as to not startle her too much.
She didn’t seem to hear him, though, as she didn’t turn around to face him like he’d hope she would. In that moment he would see the realization in her face, and they could have their long awaited reunion. The reunion he had promised her after he fulfilled his duties to Lord Seliph in The Holy War. Growing impatient, he lightly rested his hand on her shoulder to catch her attention again. “Mother, it’s me!” He called again, finally garnering the attention he had so hoped for, but not quite in the way he expected.
The incredulous look she gave him felt like an arrow through the heart, sharper than any real blade. He took a step back, releasing his hand from her shoulder to not cause a scene. Did she not recognize him, sure it had been a while but he had recognized her even through this crowd with ease. “Mo- Lady Edain, it’s me... Scathach, remember?” He questioned here again, looking at her more intently this time. With further inspection, he noticed the creases he’d been so familiar with her face were not there. Make-up did seem to be magic, though he never recalled her putting any on when he was young.
@ulirblood
#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ now i don’t know if there’s anything else・ 「 IC ! 」#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ i would sooner not burden you alone・ 「 SUP・EDAIN ! 」#⌜ THREAD NO. 2 ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ EDAIN .#ulirblood#toaball2022
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Ethereal Dennys
[ @princessmacedon @reverenceofmacedon (Order -> Minerva, Maria, Michalis)]
“How dare you? I understand antagonizing others butting into our business, as I did specify for them to leave us alone, but still. How dare you?”
There is a number of choice words Minerva has at the front of her mind, but as she is, arms crossed and utterly fuming, she’s... well, struggling. Keeping a level head thrown out the proverbial window, Minerva smacks a palm to her forehead, dignified façade crumbling at the edges. “I’ll admit perhaps me publicly posting a provocation was not the best route, but I do not think I would have got your attention otherwise.” While it is unfortunate that Maria got caught in the middle of what she would have hoped to be a private discussion, this is the consequence for her actions which she should have anticipated. Oh, well.
“I do not run from my problems, Michalis - and if we are to exist here at the Academy together, we need to talk. And Maria,” she adds, far more gently, “you are free to leave at any time - I promise not to actually harm Michalis.” As much as she may want to - not that Maria knows the real reason as to why, as for all that Minerva knows, neither of them told her the truth of Osmond’s death...
#toaball2022#( OKAY CLOWNS LET'S TALK IT OUT )#princessmacedon#reverenceofmacedon#Thread - Ethereal Dennys#IC - Your words may have been honed by a cutting edge... but here comes my reply.#Michalis Support#Maria Support
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walk walk fashion baby
“So I was thinking that you two could be fighting in the picture.” Claude walks around the staging area, hand stroking his chin as he considers his artistic vision. “A take on the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. It’d suit you guys, since you’re the most combative.
“As for me, well, I’m a natural pacifist.” Claude loudly drags a chair into frame, plopping down on it with a grunt. Smiling, he crosses his legs and leans back casually on the seat. “So I’ll be the spectator, spectating. Maybe I could sneak in some food here too...”
@elegiac-boar & @hresvelged
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[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.
Elincia's hand clasps itself around Dimitri's wrist, a gleeful smile on her face. With a small tug and clear of her throat she grabs his attention.
"Dimitri! You're looking as dapper as ever! Let's go get a photo together, okay?" Their friendship had been strained slightly since her departure from the Blue Lions. It had seemed most appropriate to give him time and space at first. Now it felt like enough time had passed to remind him - in technicolour, if need be, that he would always be one of her dearest friends. "Look, they have all these fun props too! I love these glasses, they're so..." Stylish definitely wasn't the word. "Unique!"
She picks out a bright, cyan pair; a memento of her time in his class. No other colour would do, really. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing directly at him, she all but orders him.
"Get ready to strike a pose, Dimitri! I intent to savour this moment for the rest of my life."
It’s not like they had fought or anything- the opposite really. Nothing significant had happened, because students changing classes, mainly those that are not from Fódlan and therefore have nothing rooting them to a specific house, was a normal thing. It would be childishly petty of him to hold resentment over something like that. No, it wasn’t resentment. Nothing close to that.
Rather, it was a mixture of guilt and shame, perhaps embarrassment. She did it because she wished to grow into a complete ruler, yet a small part of Dimitri’s mind was stuck in an eternal loop that perhaps she did it because she was disappointed in him, because he hadn’t done enough as a classmate, friend or leader. That he just wasn’t enough and therefore didn’t deserve her company or time. That it was his fault.
It was stupid, he knew that wasn’t the case, yet there he was doing his best to not flinch as she lead him to the photography booth. That won’t do, you can’t behave like that. That’s not a behavior a future king should display, get it together. You’ll just upset her like that.
He grabbed the first pair of glasses within his reach.
Flash!
The pose had been done on a whim- Dimitri had never been good at dynamic posing that looked natural and not insanely awkward. "Uhm...I hope it looks good? My apologies if it did not but I am not very good at this..."
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