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❝ nice. ❞ lucien whistles, sound low and amused ( if that was even possible ) as he mirrors the shorter’s smile, a laugh bubbling past his lips. ❝ i actually haven’t, i was starting to think you were all hiding from me. ❞ the prince cracks a teasing grin, showing a hint of perfect teeth as he watches the boy fidget ( the action more noticeable than not to attentive eyes ). 

you’d think, out of consideration, he’d back down a little — but having sense only goes so far when one possesses an attitude like lucien’s, a selfish beast hidden beneath all that is considered “princely” of his. ❝ yeah? have you been anywhere outside of the school yet? you know there’s actually an enchanted lake near school grounds. ❞ 

a prime place to take the girls of cdm and do some enchanting of his own.

❝ ah? ❞ the curious prince blinks, interest perked and head tilted in response to the dark haired boy. ❝ is it that bad there? i mean you look remotely unscathed—and your skin would put snow white to shame. ❞ lucien chuckles quietly, openly teasing just the slightest at the boy’s fair skin. although it wasn’t like it’s anything bad — if not for the fact that he’s virtually flawless in every aspect ( and tied to royalty ), he would have gotten a bit more grief for his skin tone. 

— manners, first.

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❝ it is. ❞ he hums, lips quirked. the usage of his supposed nickname is fresh to keen ears, if anything, the girls around school seems to favor lucien more than the appointed nickname—something along the lines of the dreaminess attached to the name. not that it isn’t fitting — lucien charming is indeed dreamy.

❝ oh? ❞ admittedly, his eyes light up — for all of the fuss around the arrival of children from the isle of the lost, lucien hasn’t exactly seen one just yet—till now anyway. ❝ are you from the isle then? ❞ curiosity licking every word, he moves closer without much noticing it himself, pink tongue flicking out over his lower lip absently. 

❝ how are you liking escoria? ❞ pleasantries, he’s always been rather skilled at exercising — one could never say lucien had no sense, anyway.

❝ don’t blame you if you don’t think it’s much fun, i suppose—seeing as you’re coming here for school. ❞

— manners, first.

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pls plot i assure u lucien is more than a one dimensional fuckboy i think

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❝ great. ❞ lucien grins, boyish and kind—an image fitting of a prince of aged twenty bones—despite the lackluster response from the smaller boy. it’s obvious he’s shy or something of the sorts — and the older charming was many things, but he was not explicitly cruel. just an heir with far too many bad habits when including women. 

❝ azrael. ❞ the prince owls, testing the way the name rolls off his tongue absently. ❝ ah—azra, that’s cute. ❞ the tease slips out, surely unable to help himself in any time or place as of late, although lucien doesn’t particularly care about that in the first place. admittedly, it’d be fun to see new expressions on the boy.

❝ it’s lucien—charming.❞  he throws on with a toothy grin, carding longer fingers over brown locks. ❝ you can call me luke, if you want. ❞ 

then again, who really calls him that as of late?

❝ is this your first year here? ❞

— manners, first.

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[ ♛ ] — absently, he ponders on the existence of the pallid boy, teeth dragging over a plush lower lip in thought as warm brown hues regards him, smiling only at his words. ❝ of course. ❞ a small chuckle, fingers brushing over the edges of colored fliers absently. ❝ you’ll never know what you are or aren’t good at unless you try it. ❞ the prince smiles a bit wider, head tilting as he takes a small step forward.

❝ would you be interested in giving it a try then? you won’t be able to participate in competitions till later on, but we’ll teach you choreo. ❞

he smiles, friendly as ever.

❝ whats your name? ❞

— manners, first.

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[ ♛ ] — Like her mother, Evangeline White was a beauty in her own right. Dark locks, fair skin, ruby lips, she’s a classic beauty when it came down to it — with her only true fault being the way she simply blended into the background & pales in comparison to the rest of the vivid female population of the school. Still, she has always been very easy on the eyes; especially when she’s bumbling about in the front of the class during dance.

So, she’s cute. & Lucien figures why not. 

Oh, Lucien. She says, voice sweet & tempting all in one ( Lucien has observed girls long enough to draw his own conclusions from every sharp intake and quiet exhale — it’s easy to tell when they’re smitten with him ) as a pretty smile lights up already pretty features. Evangeline is cute — and Lucien is merely human in the face of utter temptation. 

❝ It is. ❞ He agrees readily, a casual chuckle slipping past as he watches her squirm, noting the flush of her cheeks with an absentminded hum. ❝ Well, practice makes perfect — I wasn’t always good at it.❞ Lucien is partially humble in that degree, at least, he was never perfect at it — but one couldn’t deny the prince had talent to begin with. ❝ If you want, I can give you a few pointers.❞ He offers, lips quirking at the sheer idea of the sport ( of teasing & pushing the limits of overtly shy women; women like Evangeline are scarce, given the strong-headed few that lead the school as of late ).

❝ If that’s okay with you, of course. ❞

Lucien hardly sees why it wouldn’t be.

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She might have turned away, but that didn’t mean that Evie wasn’t suddenly, acutely aware of someone approaching her from the side — a certain someone for whom she certainly didn’t need three guesses to get right. Before she could even begin to think calming thoughts, her traitorous heart soared off somewhere out of reach, beginning a nervous tap dance in her chest. It’s really happening, he’s fallen for me! Ah, how kind life was to her.

It was a struggle to keep the hugest, most shit-eating grin ever seen off her face as she turned to him, a silent squeal resounding in her mind at the sound of her name rolling smoothly off his tongue. Evangeline had never felt like a less cumbersome name.

“Oh, Lucien.” Automatically, a well-practiced demure smile rose to her lips. She didn’t quite manage the nonchalant curiosity she was reaching for in her tone, but she was close — kind of, if you discounted the nervous laugh that was threatening to bubble out of her throat. A bubble which he very neatly popped with the sheer amusement exuding from his next sentence, plunging her with merciless swiftness into a fiery pit of embarrassment. He had seen it — the very moment he had been looking at her, she had tripped over her own stupid two feet.

She really did laugh then, a short, uncomfortable laugh that heralded the wave of pink washing over alabaster cheeks. Well, at least he’d topped it off it with a ‘cute’.

“Yeah, well — I mean, dance is fun,” she said lamely, another half-hearted chuckle escaping as she scuffed her foot on the smooth flooring of the studio, gaze hovering somewhere near his chest. “I’m not that great at it though, not like you — or, I mean, other students, you know…” Or she should just shut her mouth and not scare him away when he was trying to be friendly. Yeah.

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dsazrael:

(` fingers twitch, restlessly, at his sides as he navigates the crowd, barely noticing other students’ eyeing him warily– some much more obvious than others, such as the ones that quite literally leap out of the way as soon as he approaches. normally, he would not mind all too much, but on a day where he was actually attempting to make an effort, he can’t help the hiss of annoyance that slips through his teeth. and his scowl only deepens, even though he doesn’t mean for it to. he’d long lost his sister somewhere within the first five minutes, and azrael had no choice but to wander his way around like a chicken with its head cut off. he pauses, zeroing in on a flyer in the hands of a student scurrying on by. and there’s a rare spark of interest, lighting up in his irises as he pushes way forward to the sight of a male handing out dance club flyers. a piercing purple gaze fixes on the boy, or more specifically, on the flyers stacked in his hand. there’s a miniature war raging in his head before he decides, marching forward unabashedly. and he nearly thrusts his hand out to just take one, but something, a little, smooth voice in his mind– that sounds suspiciously like the doctor– reprimands him that first impressions were important. so he slows, blinks at the sheets of paper, glances up at the taller upperclassman, and slowly extends a sleeve-covered hand. )

“i’d like one.”

[ ♛ ] — ❝ ` admittedly, he was tarting to tire from the amount of time spent standing about and doing nothing but passing fliers, but the dance captain stands firm in his appointed position for the day — plus, it helps to have lovestruck girls stopping by every now & then with refreshments. that’s the thing with being charming, after all, he really doesn’t have to do anything else but stand there. even so, the prince was struck bored with the trivial task, tongue flicking tirelessly over a plush lower lip as his gaze travels from face to face, pausing only at the hand extended toward him—eyes trailing peeks of pale skin to a face hidden by thick material of the hood. ❞

❝ sure. ❞ 

❝ ` the gentle prince smiles warmly, pressing a flier into outreached fingers with a slight nudge as his head tilts, eyes inquisitive, mind vaguely wondering as to whom he belongs to. ❞

❝ have you ever danced before? ❞

— manners, first.

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      [ ♛ ] — ❝  well i supposed that’s why their children are here to torment us — you know, anti-hero mentality and everything. ❞ he jokes with practiced ease, fingers lifting to card through messy locks as he observes the woman before him with no small amount of amusement, chuckling quietly when she leans near. ❝ my, my, you should be careful princess — people could think you’re putting moves on me if you lean in so close. ❞ lucien smiles, easily charming & coy all the same. ❝ we wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation, now. ❞

She shrugs, the grin on her lips never wavering but her eyes rolling a little. “All that stuff happened years and years ago, and sticking them on an island all to themselves hasn’t seemed to get rid of any problems or given them any chance of redemption.” She throws her head back and laughs heartily at his assumptions, covering her mouth again but it takes her another moment to pull herself together. “Oh no, you’ve found me out! See it’s not the Isle kids you ought to be worried about-” She leans forward towards him and whispers playfully. “It’s always the nice girls who can be the naughtiest, you know.”

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       [ ♛ ] — ❝ and yet the kingdoms united to lock up all the baddies. ❞ he laughs, finding it ironic at the least — in the decisions of her parents ( lucien can take a guess as to who, with the bone structure and the hair ) along with the others. “yeah? you sure sound like you’re speaking from a dark place, princess. been dreaming off giving it to a teacher? surely it’ll take less than a third of your allowance to pay an isle kid to do it. ❞ his lips twitch, the thought certainly tempting.

“My parents taught me that no matter who the person is, you don’t lock them up somewhere,” she leans her elbow over her desk, propping her chin up by her palm as she smiles a bit coyly at him. “But it’s true, nothing’s impossible. I can’t say how long, but I’ll bet if anyone does get stabbed, it’ll be a teacher,” she laughs.

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“Pffft!” Chaerin laughs, immediately covering her face with her hand and looking away for a moment to compose herself. “You really think they’d be that violent? In the school?”

       [ ♛ ] — ❝ you don’t think it’s possible? ❞ a cheery grin cracks along his features, tone joking good-naturedly as his head tilts, regarding the female. ❝ didn’t your parents teach you to not think the impossible of anything, princess? ❞

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        [ ♛ ] — ❝ so how long till you think one of the isle tries to stab someone? ❞

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dsevangeline:

After messing up yet another simple move, Evie was glad to be shooed to the back to be a passive observer instead. She wasn’t a dancer, wasn’t any sort of sportswoman in fact, and she really didn’t know what she was doing in this class when her hand-eye coordination put no one to shame. Except — and unbidden, her gaze rose to the front of the class again, fixing on the tall, unbelievably graceful, unbelievably perfect prince’s flawless form (and very cute derriere) — maybe she sort did know.

Too bad she had probably made a mistake opting for dance class without ever considering that it was the best way to utterly humiliate herself in front of her hugest crush — if he even looked her way, anyway. He probably didn’t even know she existed — and yes, she sounded absolutely pathetic, even to herself. But really, if her mum could get her dad to fall in love with her when she was passed out and dead to the world from a stupid poisoned apple, surely Evie could do the same — in a manner of speaking, without the coma or the apples.

Today probably wasn’t going to be the day her grand seduction took place though, because somehow class was already over, and without her learning anything new too. Great going, Evie, just great. Nibbling on her lower lip, she allowed her eyes to linger on Lucien’s (the most romantic name ever) profile as he grinned for just a moment longer, before letting out a sigh. Till next week then — maybe that would be her lucky week.

[ ♛ ] — Dance was never a particularly hard subject for him, then again Lucien had always had a knack at excelling everything he had contact with since young — it was what made him the prime candidate for king among other things. The charming apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so to say, his father had always been quick to pick up things regarding hand-eye coordination. The only difference between the two being Lucien found considerably less interest in fencing and more in dance.

Not that he wasn’t good at it. 

In short, one should always realize that Lucien was good at everything.

And in this case, everything includes picking up social cues — or rather, acknowledging the nudges in his ribs from his friends every time red lips, snow skin looks his way and flushes. Evangeline White was about as obvious as Drizella’s ashy heel sticking out of his mother’s glass slipper. And perhaps, just perhaps, today will be her lucky day.

Movements lax, it takes little time for the prince to saunter his royal way over to the smaller, nodding and waving slightly at the passing students ( some of which belong to his dance team ) before coming to a halt in front of the girl, lips tugging into an easy, charming grin. ❝ Evangeline. ❞ Lucien greets with ease, hand lifting to card long fingers through his hair as he regards the pretty image before him. 

❝ You looked like you were having fun up there, cute to boot. ❞ He remarks, teasing all the same at the little incident.

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He wouldn’t let her live this down ever. Peyton had been standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and this was now her punishment. “It was the only open spot at this crowed festival.” She explained with a sigh; it wasn’t clear to her why she felt the need to reason with a man who wouldn’t listen. In that moment, her eyes had almost rolled so far back that she could’ve gone blind. But she’d settled with a subtle glare and clench of her jaw. “It really doesn’t indicate anything but your ego.”

Peyton chose to avert her head elsewhere. She refused to look up at him. If she were to do so, she’d just be giving him the satisfaction of being right and forcing her to accept the fact that she was rather small in comparison. But why would she willingly put herself into that predicament?

[ ♛ ] — ❝ really? the only open spot in a crowded festival is in front of the bathrooms where everyone needs to use it? ❞ needless to say, the amused lilt in his voice is easy to pick up, knowing fully well he’s got the younger cornered in terms of the conversation. lucien, in all his wit and charms, knows exactly how to keep a girl speechless. 

in more ways than one.

❝ yeah? are you saying you weren’t staring at me then? didn’t take you for a liar. ❞ lucien grins, leaning down a bit further and to the side to meet her eyes. the prince would never touch her--not without permission--at the very least, his mother has taught him better than that.

❝ what’s the matter, tiny? suddenly shy with facing the facts of your unfortunate height difference? ❞

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♚ !

although he had come into the festival alone, arms empty of any willing occupants, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would catch an eye or two. he was dressed down in the usual black on black on black attire, something he had become obsessed with since coming to the school. finally he didn’t have to wear those obnoxious reds & golds that his parents had him wearing, now he could wear pants that were a little too loose and shirts a little too revealing. 

now his hunt for beautiful women could commence after showing off his gummy smile, feet dragging with every step as his arms swung a little too happily along his strides. when he saw lucien, someone he’s known for quite some time now, he raised his hand for a high five but instead he was met with a piece of paper – & they didn’t seem to notice it was him.

❝ i – ❞ confused for a moment he stills, letting out a small laugh as he grabbed onto their shoulder to shake them out of the buzz. ❝ it’s me, man. i’m already on the dance team… idiot. what are you doing self promoting out here? ❞

[ ♛ ] — imagine his surprise at the approach of a fellow member of the team, drawing a jolt from the prince as his lips part, brows raising past his hairline. ❝ oh— ❞ dumbly, he remarks, eyes flicking over the male before shrugging off his grip with a small weary grin. ❝ didn’t see you there, bro. ❞ the prince shakes his head, shoving the remaining flyers into the latter’s hands with a hum. there was no need for him to do anything if one of the members were around.

❝ it was either this or that shifty performance in front of our booth, you know—i figure the second years can take care of that, plus i’m not really in the mood to entertain anyway. ❞ lucien drawls, eyes rolling briefly as a hand lifts to card through messy locks carelessly, taking a second to regard his companion.

❝ you know me—enjoyed myself too much night before. ❞ 

no matter the amount of ( lighthearted, mind you ) lecturing his mother had for him or his brother, lucien had never seem to grasp the concept of planning ahead—at least, not when things as fun as drinks and girls in his arms are clouding his normally ( sort of ) spot on conscience. surely, if he had, he wouldn’t be reaping the consequences right here and now.

❝ hey, have you seen one of those isle kids yet? any hotties? ❞ 

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leopoldds:

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: not even that decent srsly

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: i should give you some numbers and hire a better co-captain disgraceful taste brother

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: no i dont i bang the ones who are worth it there is a difference

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: it’s not like i take charity cases you kno i h8 those

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: oh trust me i have ways to shut them up and still get what i want okay [TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: and trust me you’ll get a sister-in-law

[TEXT TO: luci *heart eyes emoji*]: :–///// stfu i’m having fun take fkking chill pill luci

[ @ leobaby 🔥]: and where have you been going that you’ve seen better ass on campus? [ @ leobaby 🔥]: tho i guess you would know all about ass wouldn’t you baby [ @ leobaby 🔥]: wtf lmao i don’t care if i get a sister-in-law or a brother-in-law i’m not mom and dad [ @ leobaby 🔥]: you hit whatever you want to hit with the exception of my dance team, just don’t get in trouble [ @ leobaby 🔥]: :~~~~~~) no [ @ leobaby 🔥]: fkin use protection im not covering you for another trip to the clinic again

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Now he was beginning to sound like her siblings. She’d heard more childish nicknames than anything else in her lifetime, causing her to grow unamused rather easily. “I’m not hovering right outside of the bathroom door.” Peyton snarled, her arms crossing tightly across her chest. “There is such thing as walking around me. I’m not entitled to move just because you’re too lazy to do so. Besides–” She rolled her eyes, easing her arms now so that one may flick her hair over a single shoulder. “My face is not one that could be labeled as a pervert. And I am not that small!”

[ ♛ ] — ❝ the fact that you’re hovering near the facility is shady enough, little. ❞ lucien points out with an absent hum, amusement mounting easily with the little shifts in her demeanor—fiesty. ❝ but why would i walk around you when you’ve been holding my gaze for the last few seconds — did you think that didn’t indicate something, tiny? ❞  the prince questions with ease, tone dancing along the lines of teasing as his brow arches, a laugh slipping past at her following statement. ❝ i didn’t know you moonlight as a comedian on top of being a pervert, little. ❞ to prove his point, his spine straightens, naturally towering over the blonde as yet another laugh bubbles past. 

❝ how small is that small in your definition? because you look quite...teeny tiny. ❞