#♠ rosamie aquino

[madlenakovacic]

🗣 (rosa)

❝ A pretty princess in love with the idea of love. A new best friend who isn’t selfish or unaware of her own actions. ❞

@rosamieaquino​

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

♠ rosamie ( @rosamieaquino​​ )

🎃 an evening of dining and mystery. rosa’s room. pre-dinner.

“Oh Rosa!” Came the sing-song voice as the Croatian rounded the corner with a maid following behind. Unlike Madlena, the staff member, a redhead named Anya in her late thirties, could hardly make her way down the hall and into Rosamie’s room, but she managed with supervision from Madlena...someone had to, right? “Just set everything down on the bed, and be careful of the dress.” The Croatian directed the maid to the bed with a frivolous gesture of her hand and a quick, “hvala,” aka thank-you in Croatian before clasping her hands together. She waited for the maid to depart with a bit of her bottom lip before the princess reached for her character card which she kept in her bag full of make-up and hair accessories. “Introducing Ms. Torte.” Madlena gestured to herself and waved the card over to the other brunette whose hair far more resemebled snow white to Madlena, a mental note she’d save for when she didn’t harbor such resentment for Disney and chocolate due to her falling out with thou who shall not be named. 

Arianna Nielsen was the Lord Voldemort of Madlena’s world and would not be named as such was the case with the evil noseless wizard. Shame Aria did have a nose, a pretty perfect one at that as seemed to be the case with everything concerning the Norwegian, but that was beside the point. The Croatian wouldn’t bring her up, and she didn’t...at first. After the initial giddiness of the evening had finally faded to more serious matters like hair, make-up and clothing Madlena found herself reaching for a tube of lipstick that was a pale pink shade. Far too fair for her own complexion that caused a sickly overcast when she placed the color on her bottom lip. “I don’t know why I even have this...” Madlena wiped the color with the back of her hand and tossed it carelessly in the bag she went to reach into once more. “I don’t think that color looks good on anyone who looks alive.”

“Oh...you should try a red lip.” And such were the suggestions that went back and forth when the Croatian finally reached for three sets of earrings...then came the fun part as Madlena perched herself upon the seat in front of the vanity and called for the other princess to help...Rosa to the rescue...

“Not the dangling ones, it’ll be too much with the dress,” Madlena declared as she continuously stole glances of herself in the mirror she sat in front of. “And gentle,” she pushed light brown locks behind her ear, “this side is very sensitive and closes up often. It’s a struggle, Rosa.” Tapping her feet against the ground, Madlena impatiently waited for the pinch of pain that would come and squinted her green eyes shut in anticipation.