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shots - imagine dragons

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(This is how it always ends.)

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The power to inject a healthy dose of common sense into nearly half of America. [about the superpower she wish she had]

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From summer.

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Kittiesncoffee

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- i’m just going to leave this here before everyone unfollows and all that jazz. It’s been a pleasure rping with you all and I will miss you all DEARLY. i’ve been here a year so this really isn’t a decision that I have taken lightly and it hurts alot to say good bye to you all and to leave I think ultimately it will be for the best. 

I wish you all my love and support and best wishes with everything you ever do. If you would like to stay in contact or rp outside of the group, please please please message me on my discord is:  hannah#1985 or you can always message me on my muse blog @ohmymusesx as I would love to keep in contact and do things.

I love you all x 

- Hannah 

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luka-rossi

“Yes, that would be the one. Crown prince of Argentina to be exact. I can’t argue that it’s not a great match for her, but it’s a long ways from Italia. It will make her a queen, after all. Argentina is a strong alliance already, which of course the marriage would solidify in its entirety,” Luka rationalized aloud partly for his own piece of mind. It was difficult to imagine his sister so far away when they’ve been so close since they were children. One day at a time, he had to remind himself in order to pacify his mind. Meeting her dark hues, he nodded his head with a profound smile spread across his lips. “Very happy. Mi rendi felice,” he uttered the last part in Italian to emphasis its meaning. The cool breeze from the ocean gave him a slight chill, causing him to pull one of the blankets onto their laps as he cuddled in closer to his fiancé. “Sex in the kitchen….” he contemplated the scenario further in his mind, nodding his head in accordance. It sounded delightful, but of course she made a candid point. “Even worse would be sex in the Canteen kitchens. Who knows when someone could pass right by looking for some food only to find two ravenous royals fucking on the counter.” The smile remained intact on his features as his mind continued to wander deeper. “Melted chocolate and whipped cream…oh, and some strawberries pair well with some bubbly or even wine. That would make for the best dessert to eat off of each other,” he noted, brushing his lips to her cheek before wrapping his arms around her tightly to generate some heat between them. With the sun set, it was feeling cooler than usual. “How beautiful what is? Sex and food…or you? Surely I could never forget the latter, cara mia.”

“She’ll always be your sister amour. It doesn’t matter where you are. Whether you are under the same roof or in different countries nothing will change the bound you both share with one another. She’s happy, that’s what matters the most. But she’s your sister, she’ll always be with you not matter where you both are.” Celestine assured, giving his hand a light squeeze as if it could offer some kind of assurance to the situation, even if she knew it would take alot to console such a feeling. Didn’t she feel something similar about leaving France? It wasn’t an easy emotion to deal with she knew that. Her smile grew to match his own though at his words, to which she hummed back softly: "Mi rendi più felice di quanto lo sia da molto tempo." It was true, it felt like many things were slipping from her fingers even before coming to the island she was- unstable, unsteady. But with him, it felt like she could breathe again. A soft smile pulled onto the edge of her features as he pulled her closer. The idea was enticing to say the very least, if anything came with a set of its own excitements. "That could just be a risk worth taking.” She hummed softly as she moved to brush her lips against his neck briefly. “Eating all of that off you? That sounds like the perfect night amour.” Setting her wine glass back down on the sand out of the way, a smile tugged onto the edge of her features as tilted her head to look up at him; her arm looping around him as she did. “I meant the view darling..but here with you..that’s more beautiful than I could think of.”  Her hand moved to brush gently over his cheek as she pressed a soft kiss to the edge of his lips before her head rested against his forehead. A content sigh falling from her lips before she started to speak softly in french:  "Je sais que je ne suis pas la femme la plus facile… Mais je-" There was a brief pause before she continued: "Je suis tellement chanceux ... Je suis chanceux parce que tu es la personne que je dois aimer." She spoke softly her words barely above a whisper, her hands resting on his shoulders, her fingers running tenderly in small circles. "Je t'aime ... avec tout ce que je suis, je suis amoureux de toi, Luka Rossi."

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@ohjosefien

“Excusez-moi-” Celestine spoke as she caught the other woman’s arm lightly, not wanting to fully interrupt but there was a small recognition as they passed. One that would no doubt edge into her skin with irritation if she did not question. Though once her eyes fell over the younger woman’s features, the familiarity was unparalleled. “Forgive me-” She spoke her hand falling off the other and back to her side, not wanting to intrude the others space too long. Her voice hopeful as she asked: “You’re one Amelie’s friend’s, non?”

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luka-rossi

It sounded like her intentions for the evening matched his own, which had the Italian prince smiling from ear to ear. “Sì, tutta la notte,” he expressed in Italian, loving the sound of it even more so in his native tongue. There wasn’t a chance he planned on wasting their evening away together. In a way it felt like they were on a different part of the island away from the others. The coves provided a sense of security and with their basic needs covered with food, wine, blankets and pillows, they had themselves the perfect hideaway. “No, I couldn’t. That costume was a force to be reckoned with. Next year perhaps a more modest choice,” he smiled, wanting to add that they’d be back in Italia holding some elaborate ball just for the hell of it. Speaking of home did bring him a twinge of sadness, something he didn’t want to taint their special evening with, so he omitted saying it altogether. “She seems utterly happy in this new found love for a certain Argentinian prince,” he explained to answer her inquiry about his sister Laela. It gave him comfort knowing that there was someone else to take care of his fragile sister on the island. Nael was like a brother to him, so if he could trust anyone to do the job correctly, it’d be him. “You know what an Italian is like when they’re in love, a blissfully happy mess,” he gushed, then picked up another piece of bruschetta to feed to her before popping one into his own mouth. When he was done chewing he let out a chuckle at her cooking comment. Since he had a lot of patience, Luka was an excellent teacher pertaining to subjects he excelled at. “Food and sex do pair well together.” She left that wide open for him to make that comment. “We’ll start off with something simple to ease into it. It’ll be fun,” he suggested, giving her hand another squeeze.

“Argentinian prince? Nael?” She questioned with a light quirk of an eyebrow. She’d met the prince in passing and formally on the island, but didn’t know him well enough. But he’d seemed kind, it was nice to know atleast that the Italian princess had found comfort and happiness in someone. Everyone deserved that. There was a brief pause before Celestine found herself asking: “And you? Are you happy?” The brunette asked as her eyes flickered up to look at him. “Italian for dinner and desert- I can’t think of anything better.” The brunette hummed lightly, tilting her head slightly to press a soft kiss to his shoulder before settling back into his side quite content. Raising the wine glass to her lips, she took a small sip as her eyes cast back to the ocean. Thumb running absent circles on the back of his hand as an all be it slightly amused smile tugged onto the edge of her features. “I doubt Emerson would appreciate walking in on us having sex in her kitchen. Meeting her while I’m on my knees or bent over something doesn’t exactly give a good impression. We’ll just have to save some things to eat off each other instead. Simple, that sound like the best idea, It’ll be fun.” The woman agreed with a single nod of her head. Trying to think of days that weren’t spent worrying sounded like bliss to the French woman’s ears. Welcoming the idea or even fantasying of days spent away from the fears of their reality, days when that they could spend far away from this place were almost like a dream to her ears. Even if they were trapped here, in their secluded section, with him at her side and the ocean in front of them; it was easier to forget the world for even just a moment. “You almost forget how beautiful it is..” 

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                     It’s cruel to be as relieved as he was to see her. This isn’t a place he wanted anyone to be stuck in, friends and strangers alike. To find his sister of people on those distant sands was just salt to the wound, what hope he had left slipping away like sand between his fingers.

                     But at the same time, his heart soars. What felt like ages of worrying about his family’s safety had left the prince jaded, assuming only the worse. To find her in front of him, all in one piece may as well have lifted a three tonne weight off his shoulders.

                     “Je suis là, je suis là.“ He knows she must be feeling the same conflict of emotions as he is, holding her in an almost painful embrace before he carefully pried her away- Just enough to get a good look at her after all these months. “Est ce que ça va? Vous ont-ils fait mal?“

As he took a step backwards, Celestine too took the opportunity to look over her brother with the utmost concern. When she’d been taken it hadn’t exactly been with the most gentle hands to say the very least. After they’d killed Jacqueline they had practically had to knock her out before they were able to take her. 

“Je vais bien..Je vais bien.” The brunette assured, deciding against telling him all the reasons that maybe she wasn’t. Celia knew that telling him what had happened over the past few months could only lead to suffering on his part, reliving it wasn’t something she particularly wanted either. So instead she just gave a single nod. It could come later, her main concern right then was him. “Comment vous ont-ils pris? Vous ont-ils fait mal?” He didn’t look physically injured to her eyes but she knew that looks could be deceptive. 

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princessejvliette

A quiet nod came first, as Juliette took care to hide her relief, before she murmured, “As you like.” She’d have listened if Celestine wanted to tell her anything—everything—but she’d never played confidante well for her little sister and she wasn’t going to fight to start trying to do so now. After all, historically by her view, half of Celestine’s concerns could be fixed if she learned towant more reasonably or to live within the bounds already set forth instead of trying to live in a way that made her happy without concern for consequences and rules. Still, she was trying, which was why she added, “if you change your mind, the offer stands.”

“You’ve been very missed. Both of you.” She paused for a moment, wondering, again, how honest to be. Surely Celestine didn’t want to hear that everything was perfectly fine—which wasn’t true anyway—but what was the point of needlessly worrying her? It wasn’t as if they could leave. “Papa’s… been better. He’s worried, of course, and it’s not good for him.” It wasn’t as if their father had ever needed anything else to worry about, considering he was stuck with a position he’d never even wanted. “I think, maybe, it would have been easier if it had been me instead of you a year ago. You’d have known what to say to him to make him smile at least a little.” She shrugged, treating the sentiment like fact, despite the way saying it was neither easy nor painless. After all, if Juliette was their mother’s daughter, Celestine was their father’s and neither of them seemed to know how to best to please their opposite parent. “And Mama’s tired. She worries instead of sleeping.” She left it at that, figuring it would only hurt Celestine to know that a fair amount of that worry had little to do with her and more to do with the court. Plus, Celestine hadn’t even asked after her anyway.

Celestine almost didn’t believe it. How could she? Their family had always been slightly dysfunctional, the idea that all of the members left back home had missed them, had missed her, was almost unbelievable. And Celestine didn’t doubt, Amelie was more missed than she. After all she was the youngest of the four. Though the thoughts quickly disappeared at the mention of their father, focusing completely on what her sister had to say. It was no secret that the pair were very close, almost like to sides of the same coin. Crafted from the same metal, Celestine was very much her father’s daughter there was no doubt about it. So there was a destict expression of worry at her sisters words. It couldn’t be easy on any of them, but Celia worried about their father the most. 

"We both know that if it was you first and not me, then mama would have lost her mind. She would have been insufferable, it’s likely I would have left the palace just to get away from her. I doubt even papa could have put up with it.” Because god forbidden if mama’s ‘golden child’ had left her grasp. Celestine couldn’t think of anything worse than to try and comfort her mother under those circumstances, she’d feel as hopeless as Juliette felt with their father. She could atleast sympathise to that. 

“And what is she worrying about? The style of her hair? How many grey hairs she is gaining from the stress of trying to deal with the aftermath of her children’s disappearances?” Celestine knew their mother. The likely hood of her worries being directed at her was highly unlikely. Almost so that the mere idea in itself was laughable. Even if Juliette didn’t say it, Celia had no doubt that their mother’s concerns were more directed at keeping the peace among the court than the actual well being of her children. Her jaw clenched, shaking her head once to dismiss the thoughts before she sighed. How was it her mother still left such a bitter taste in her mouth even when they were as far away as this - wherever the hell they were. “And France? How are the people?” She knew her sister might not have as much involvement with social affairs as she did, but the people were one of the reasons she hadn’t left her position as princess a long time ago. The state of the country now with all four of the French airs taken, well- Celestine couldn’t even begin to think of the aftermath. 

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Since New Years it felt like there was almost a fog lingering on the island and over Celestine. It didn’t feel right, how could any of it? In truth she was a little surprised to see the other, but it was nice to know she was okay. “Good thing I have my own then non?” The brunette spoke, as she raised the bottle of wine in her hand. It was a common occurrence and she’d done it before, she just hadn’t planned on seeing someone indulging in the same idea as she. Celia paused, quirked an eye brow lightly at the space by the red head before asking: “Mind if I join you?”

Her head wasn’t the best place to be in this moment. It wasn’t abnormal, it wasn’t the first time since being on the island that she had truly gotten homesick. But this time felt different. She felt much more hopeless. She had grabbed a bottle of whiskey, downing about half of it before going to the beach. She sat down at watched the waves, working on finishing the rest of the bottle. Someone started to walk near her and she finally spoke. “I’m not going to share if that’s what you’re wondering.”

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Tommy gave a court nod, though he didn’t say any more about her captor. He knew of the pirate in question, knew she was on Miles ship, but that was about all he did know. He could do better with finding out who was watching over the French princess’s sister. Better to go directly to the source. “Alright, lets go take a look then.” he declared, stepping forward, sure she would follow en-suite. When they had begun to walk, Tommy hesitated before slowly deciding on another question. “Is it like her? To wander off or become difficult to locate?” It might be a question she would take offense to, but he thought he ought to know if they were looking for someone who had a few tricks and traits of disappearance up their sleeves.

Celestine eagerly followed suite, a light sigh of relief easily slipping off her pink lips at even the prospect of a lead. Something, anything that could give a hint to where her beloved sister had gone. Even if it was a small clue, it would get her closer than she’s been thus far. Quirking an eye brow lightly as she turned her to head to look over at him, Celestine paused in thought as her mind tracked back her sisters typical habits on the island. “Non-” She spoke simply with a single shake of her head. “Not for no one to have seen her, it’s a rarity. It’s- not like her at all.” There was a light frown that pulled onto the edge of her features at the thought before she gave a single shake of her head to dismiss it. It wasn’t one she liked to dwell on often, especially because the thoughts that came with it weren’t welcomed.