#˗ˏˋ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˢ· one day i'll fly away ﹕ the lost prince.

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the   theatre   actor's   iced   macchiato   begins   to   swirl   into   one   singular   color   as   the   ice   melts   into   his   drink   ,   but   he   doesn't   seem   to   give   too   much   of   a   damn   ,   too   focused   on   the   woman   who   sits   across   from   him.   god   ,   how   did   he   get   so   damn   lucky   ?   when   he   lived   back   in   ardenia   ,   all   his   romances   had   to   be   kept   secret   ,   knowing   he   was   probably   going   to   be   matched   with   someone   of   ❛   noble   ❜   blood   when   he   was   meant   to   take   over   the   throne.   it   felt   so   freeing   to   be   able   to   date   as   just   a   regular   person   for   a   change   ,   but   he   felt   incredibly   fortunate   to   somehow   win   the   favor   of   the   beautiful   &   intelligent   helaena   targaryen.   so   what   if   his   ten   dollar   coffee   becomes   basically   undrinkable   ?   he   can't   help   but   stare   as   she   sits   &   sips   her   drink   in   such   a   beautiful   way   ,   the   sun   draping   over   her   like   a   spotlight   to   give   her   this   effortlessly   ethereal   glow   ,   as   if   it   was   a   sign   from   the   universe   telling   him   she   was   an   angel.   he   didn't   need   a   sign   to   know   that.   theo's   known   that   from   the   moment   he   met   her.

❝   you   look   incredible.   ❞   finally   he   speaks   ,   cheeks   turning   a   rosy   color   when   the   truth   spills   out   without   hesitation.   clearing   his   throat   ,   theo   stands   with   his   phone   &   aims   it   at   helaena   ,   smiling   sheepishly   a   bit   still from his earlier compliment   ,   struggling   to   look   at   anything   else but her , even for a second.   ❝   can   i   take   your   picture   ,   hel   ?   ❞   his   voice   squeaks   a   bit   ,   which   only   furthers   his   anxiety & embarrassment   more.   ❝   it   feels   like   a   crime   that   i   don't   have   a   photo   of   you   in   my   phone   yet.   i'd   love   to   have   something   for   whenever   we   can't   hang   out.   something   i   can   stare   at   when   i'm   really   missing   you , which will be always , let's be real here.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·     dear   reader   ﹕   @eueclid   as   helaena   targaryen.

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the   whole   theatre   was   thrown   into   a   tizzy   when   it   was   announced   that   barbie   roberts   was   going   to   be   their   costume   designer.   everyone   knew   about   her   &   her   fashion   company   &   her   way   of   personally   involving   herself   in   her   work   ,   so   it   was   exciting   to   have   such   a   creative   force   be   apart   of   their   small   little   up   &   coming   theatre.   theo   knew   of   her   ,   of   course   ,   &   was   more   than   happy   to   be   working   with   someone   who   was   an   expert   in   their   field.   he   didn't   expect   the   woman   to   be   a   stunning   beauty   too   ,   her   introduction   to   the   cast   by   the   director   sending   him   speechless   in   a   way   no   one   has   ever   achieved.   even   here   now   as   she   takes   his   measurements   ,   he   finds   it   difficult   to   say   anything.   he   doesn't   dare   move   as   she   focuses   on   her   work   ,   but   when   she   stands   fully   ,   their   eyes   meet   for   the   briefest   moment   &   he   swears   he   could   have   gotten   lost   in   them   had   she   not   pulled   away   so   abruptly.   ❝   oh   ,   it's   quite   alright   ,   ❞   theo   finally   speaks   ,   offering   a   small   smile   as   she   scrambles   away.   if   only   he   could   find   some   excuse   for   them   to   be   close   again   ━━   god   ,   the   look   of   her   ,   the   scent   of   her   perfume   .   .   .   this   woman   will   be   the   death   of   him.   ❝   you   need   to   make   sure   everything   is   perfect   ,   i   understand.   honestly   ,   it   is   nice   to   see   someone   be   so   involved   in   their   work.   normally   ,   you   hear   of   fashion   designers   having   their   assistants   helping   them   ,   but   not   you.   ❞   he   notices   the   pink   measuring   tape   she   was   just   using   now   lying   on   the   ground   ,   immediately   bending   down   to   pick   it   up   &   offering   it   to   her   while   his   tone   shifts   into   something   soft   &   genuine.   ❝   you're   different.   an   artist   passionate   about   her   craft.   it's   nice   to   see.   ❞

measuring tape brushes the length of theo's leg, barbie consumed with being precise. she was thrilled to be working on something that she admired so. there was something captivating about theater, and though it had not been something she pursued in her own career, she did love to watch it. and she wanted these costumes to be perfect. to fit theo and the other cast members to a t. satisfied, barbie scribbles down the length in inches before standing up. her heels allow her to almost meet theo's height, eyes nearly level, blue against the deepest brown she has ever seen. her breath hitches slightly. 'oh, wow... i mean - sorry!' barbie giggles airily, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she finally gives takes a step away from theo, occupying herself with writing something down. 'when i get in the zone, i kind of forget that people have personal space!' @wovetales.

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˗ˏˋ      ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ·            out   of   character            ﹕      part   six.