princxsskida​:

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“I’ve been to the Mantecorn since I’ve been in Elias. It’s cute, I love the theme!” She beamed.

“What’s your favorite part of Elias?” Kida asked. It never bored her to hear what her fellow citizens thought of their little city, each tidbit a treasure she tucked into her heart.

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Kit laughed. “I’m glad someone else finds it cute too. I always say I love it because I never really grew up visiting a place like it.”

“Ah,” he paused, his smile still on his face as he looked outside the window, as if needing a reminder of the beautiful city and what it held. His eyes travelled the buildings slowly. “I’m afraid I don’t know. Each place I find — each store, each garden — they excite me so, and then the novelty passes. When I think of my favourite place, I still think of home. But —” he cleared his throat, embarrassed to have given such an unhelpful answer, “— I suppose the Tavern might be a good candidate for my favourite place here.” 

♛･*˚  closed starter ( for @warmhugs-and-chocolate​ )

stepping out of the coffee shop with a steaming, large latte, kit sighed. this was already his second coffee of the day, but he needed it if he was going to undergo another impromptu check-in call with the duke, who was already buzzing in his phone. 

he was in the middle of fixing a pair of airpods into his ears, eager to get this meeting over and done with — when suddenly he spotted the familiar redhead down the path. 

the prince squinted, mouthing the name: “ anna ?! ”

outatseara​:

“and an old wives tale it shall stay.” eric replied shaking his head at his friend. “what has the world come to? kit charmont telling tall tales of yester years.” eric stated dramatically, “soon they will call you mad and name phil or even florian king… and i don’t think the world can handle either of them on the throne.”

♛･*˚

“the world is exactly the same as it always was, my friend. or perhaps it’s all changing around me,” he smiled. “oh, now, wait a tick, i think they would make wonderful kings ...” kit held up his forefinger to pause, “...on record.” then after a moment, he scrunched his nose as if trying to take back the words he just said “ — noooo, no, no, i’ve just jinxed myself now. they would make great kings — wonderful kings,” he emphasised. “maybe we should just swap kingdoms,” he beamed, patting eric’s chest with the back of his head. “right, there we go! if one is us is ever declared mad, we’ll just swap kingdoms.”

leonardosfm​:

🐢 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   leo knew that he had been the short end of the stick in life along with his brothers. at least, their not so humble beginnings. however when he listened to this guy rattle off about the public humiliation his dad subjected him to for baking of all things it made leo grateful for his own. splinter wasn’t perfect by any means but he certainly wouldn’t do something like that. 

“ whoa, whoa, whoa .. banned ? that’s a little much. ”  he replied with furrowed brows. if someone enjoyed something leo didn’t see why they shouldn’t do it.  “ i mean, i’m glad the judge did that after everything. wait - peanut butter can be in pie ? that sounds weird. like is it just a block of pb ? so, what i’m hearing is you’re baking again ? ”

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“ a-ha, yes, banned. ” again, there was the forced, polite, practised chuckle. “ well, it made sense at the time, i suppose ... through a very specific ... lens ... ” he made a circle shape with his fingers and moved his hand back and forth as if it was a camera lens. “ baking ... purportedly ... pulled me away from my responsibilities. but yes ! ” the prince lit up. “ peanut butter can be in pie. you mix it in with other ingredients, like cream cheese and sugar, so it’s not just a block of pb — ” he repeated, delighted at the new term, “ though i have put peanut butter in loaded cookies with biscoff. so yes, i am baking again, ” he grinned. “ i could make you one if you’d like ? either the pie or the cookie, up to you. ”

berliozbeaumont​:

“Yes, my mother often reminded me when I was a little too bold. But I think you can’t learn if you’re not curious.”

♛･*˚

“While I would normally agree, first you have to be alive and well in order to exercise that curiosity,” Kit chuckled, patting him on the back. “Perhaps you ought to pack a bag full of tools and gadgets first before walking into the Enchanted Forest.”

Do you really think there is only one perfect mate? As a matter of fact, I do.

EVER AFTER (1998) dir. Andy Tennant

waitinginthewingsx​:

🗡️

cass spared a moment to give the guy a once over and conclude that, yes, he did look rich enough that she really didn’t care about taking money from him. “sure. that’d be great. i don’t care what it is, as long as it isn’t one of those sugary monstrosities,” she responded, giving him a close-lipped smile that at least managed to lean more towards appreciative than judgemental. “word of advice - helping out is a lot better than platitudes. you know that, right?”

♛･*˚

“a non-sugary coffee it is.” kit nodded, folding his arms behind his back as he stepped forward, the queue for the register shortening as they spoke. “i, uh ...” he cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment, “i apologise. i’ve ... built a habit of trying to guess what might be the better approach with people.” a habit that had caused more slip-ups with his personal relationships than success. a habit that made him feel ashamed of himself, coupled with the revelation that he often did better with people as a whole, rather than a single person. “helping out in such a forward manner might be seen as unwanted, patronizing charity ... on the other hand, conversation and platitudes are unhelpful too,” he gestured towards her with an apologetic smile. “i’ll ... do better next time.” his hands fiddled nervously behind his back, before adding in a murmur, more to himself than to her: “...non-sugary coffee...”

princxsskida​:

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Kida had gotten food poisoning. She shuddered, remembering the awful few days that she never wanted to repeat.

“It’s decided then,” she replied, slapping the menu flat on the table and folding her hands on top of it. She smiled at Kit, tilting her head.

“Where do you usually eat?”

♛･*˚

“Ah —” Kit saw her close the menu with such decisiveness, it only felt right to mimic the action as well. He set the menu down slowly, smoothing out the laminated paper. “Truth be told, I’m a bit all over the place. But I might suggest The Mantercorn Tavern, or there’s a brilliant Korean restaurant just a block from here, it’s a bit of a hidden gem.”

blackcoffeeandpoe​:

“  I find horrible fates to be some of the best kinds.” Wednesday replied.  “You know a lot about fates then?” She arched an eyebrow tempted to read his mind but refraining. 

♛･*˚

“ That’s certainly one way to look at it. I always believed horror to be relative so ... it may be one of those ‘one’s trash is another’s treasure’ situations, ” he thought aloud. Kit breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. “ The only fate I could claim a modicum of understanding on ... is my own. ” 

berliozbeaumont​:

“That is true. It’s a relief, really, but it also leaves me a little curious.” 

♛･*˚

“hopefully not too curious, you recall the old adage about curiosity and cats!”

waitinginthewingsx​:

“uh huh. spoken like a guy who didn’t leave their wallet at home,” she replied, with the flat stare of a woman who had woken up too early and had had too little coffee. she kind of wanted to punch him. it was too early for optimism.

♛･*˚

seeing the look, and having built some sense of self-preservation over the years, kit’s eyebrows rose before he quickly cleared his throat and offered an apologetic smile. “ alternatively, ah, bad luck can leave a space for some unexpected good luck — may i shout you a coffee? ” 

princxsskida​:

location: Bueno Nacho

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Kida eyed the menu again. Every time she tried somewhere new, it was a completely confusing experience. And now, the items that she had decided to try were out of stock.

“What bad luck comes from food?” She asked. “What did you get? Maybe I’ll just get that.”

♛･*˚

“Food poisoning,” he suggested, with a sigh and a look in his eye that had seen, perhaps, too many moments with food poisoning. “I ordered a quesachanga. Which is, I believe, a combination of a quesadilla and chimichanga” Kit peered down at the menu, just to make sure he got that right. “It’s really quite good,” he added with an encouraging smile. “I don’t often eat at Bueno Nacho, so it feels more like a treat.”

funnywordprince​:

Florian stretched and poured himself some more coffee. He didn’t take it with too much sugar at least not anymore. He was trying to get healthier. Some days he gave in but he was quite proud of himself so far. 

He nearly jumped when he heard someone at the door. He hadn’t been expecting company. “Who could that be?” Florian whispered to his kitten scratching under her chin.  “Should we go check them out? Activate cute kitten eyes but attack claws.” he teased touching her toe beans.  “We are not taking any-” he stopped eyes widening when he saw who was at the door. His heart and chest tightening.”Kit.”  @xkitcharmont

♛･*˚

Kit hopped off the bus, waving a friendly goodbye to the driver, who merely nodded. He knew Florian’s address by heart, as he did Philip’s, and while his car would have taken him five minutes (and his bike 13 minutes), he took the bus today to allow himself a little extra time. He couldn’t remember the last time he met with his brother, though he knew Florian was doing better now than he had in the past. After Philip woke up fro the devastating sleep curse, he had promised himself to never allow the ties with his brothers to waver again ... and this meant finally establishing something new with Florian.

The prince had his hands in his jacket pockets, waiting patiently for the door to open, and still memorising what he wanted to say. On the other side, he heard footsteps and voices, and then — the door opened. 

“Florian,” was his reply, stunned for a moment before a small, embarrassed smile broke through. In the past, with Florian, he had always felt as if he was imposing on a space where he wasn’t wanted, but perhaps he had given him too much space now. “I’m sorry, I should have called first, but — I thought it best to just visit rather than — than journey through the whole rigmarole of setting up a time. But ... is now a good time?” he asked, eyes flitting to the room behind Florian, in case he was entertaining someone else. 

outatseara​:

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“whatever you say, mr. brightside.” eric stated looking down the shoreline. losing a shoe wasn’t exactly his idea of a horrible fate. “hmph, i’m gonna blame this bad luck on you instead of max dragging my shoe into the water. makes me feel better.” 

♛･*˚

“i am nothing if but a willing scapegoat for angelic max,” kit looked down at the dog, pulling a funny face before chuckling. “what’s the old wives tale — dogs can sense vibrations we can’t? what if max taking your shoe saved you from something even worse? some terrible shoe-related nightmare? you ought to thank him,” he pointed out with a barely contained smirk.

leonardosfm​:

— ❛ open. ❜  

location: replier’s choice .

🐢 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   That   is   the   saddest   funny   story   I’ve   ever   heard.   “

♛･*˚

“ yes, ” kit nodded, having no idea what else to say about it other than to wholeheartedly agree. he’d thought the story of his father having the grand duke forcibly, and publically, pulling him away from a baking competition at the age of fourteen was a funny one. though now saying it aloud ...

" so despite being indefinitely banned for participating thereafter ” he chuckled at the use of the word ‘banned’ despite the heartbreak he’d felt from hearing it the first time, “ i did receive a letter from the judges saying they thought the peanut butter pie i made was excellent and they encouraged me to keep baking. though i sort of lost interest in it for a couple of years. things do come back to you. ”

♛･*˚ open starter

location: replier’s choice

“ you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from, ” he reassured them.

philipcharmont​:

🗡️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   philip   had   all   but   tuned   out   what   his   brother   was   saying   and   nodding   along.   the   prince   didn’t   feel   like   he   needed   an   art   history   lesson   when   he   knew   all   about   art   from   his   schooling.   that   and   philip   just   wanted   to   slip   into   something   that   was   normal.   being   the   annoying   little   brother   to   kit   was   natural,   it   was   easy.   a   coat   he   could   slip   on   and   keep   warm.   “mhm.”   philip   nodded   pretending   to   be   in   deep   thought.

his   little   schtick   ended   when   kit   made   his   horrendous   joke.   it   did   cause   the   younger   charmont   to   cringe   and   look   around   to   see   if   anyone   else   had   heard   it.      “   kit,   you   are   not   yet   a   father   and   yet   your   jokes   are   as   terrible   as   one.   ”      he   told   him   wit   furrowed   brows.      “   you   were   saving   that   one   weren’t   you   ?   ”

♛･*˚

the smile on kit’s face was wide and proud, looking around the same time as philip but for an entirely different reason — he wondered how many people he had triumphantly embarrassed his little brother in front of. “ never have i ever heard such a high compliment, ” kit grinned. “ i was waiting for it, look at your face — ” he pinched philip’s cheek. “ absolutely worth it. that’s what you get for pretending to listen to me. the orchestra was playing handel earlier and i would’ve said something like ‘too hot to handel’ but my timing was off,” he sighed, shaking his head.