Posts by BOKEH.

ROAMING SONDER I totally agree! Should I play her out as though she has come on her own accord by somehow sneaking into the Grand Court (or bullying her way into) or act as if she had been summoned?

CantSleep Maybe Katharine and Persephone could be or become friends?

CantSleep Hmmm.. Maybe start as acquaintances and build from there? I think it would be more fun that way.

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KATHARINE TOWERS

NOBLE | EIGHTEEN | WITCH

Katharine fidgeted nervously in her seat. She had grown tired of the constant swaying of the carriage and the sound of the horses' feet as they tromped against the solid ground. She had traveled along way from her eldest brother's lovely estate in the most eastern part of the kingdom to take her place at court. Heavens, it was hard to believe that she was even going. It had been long since the young witch had been at court. In fact, she had not been since before her father had died when she was eleven. In those years between, she had deliberately stayed away from court to avoid such dramatics like marriage and the judging eyes of others. However, upon recent events in her life, she could no longer run from it anymore.

After sometime of sitting and wrestling with her thoughts, the carriage jerked to a stop. Outside she could hear a muffle of voices and foot steps. She finally had arrived, well, they, her and her corn snake familiar, Medusa, had arrived. Before she even had time to really process much else, the door of her lovely little carriage wretched open and a familiar voice of her coachman filled the area around her. "Lady Katharine, we have arrived."

Katharine closed her eyes for a brief moment to gain some composure before she gathered Medusa around her shoulders and rose from her seat (well, as much as she could without bumping her head). With a gloved hand, she grasped the coachman's outstretched hand as she cautiously stepped out of the carriage and onto palace grounds.

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Hello there, dear! I’d be willing to a bxg plot under any of the categories you have listed, just whatever you have higher muse for. c:

Hello! I’d be willing to do a bxg Middle Ages/Medieval/Historic sort of roleplay if you’re interested. c:

Hmm, I would be up for doing a werewolf roleplay if you’d like to. c:

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

Cashel had lost track of the days, the weeks, the months, even the years that had passed by. It was all a blur of the same routine, the same sceneries, the same clothing, the same everything. It was an never ending cycle of the same damn story. It was almost as if time was in a constant and dreadful loop of nothingness to the nineteen year old servant. However, although his life was as pleasurable as he might have liked it to be, he needed the job. It was all a matter of survival. At least that’s what he told himself anyways.

The dark haired male had been up and about for quite sometime now. As a servant, he was required to rise before dawn reigned down on the kingdom and before the royal family was to stir from their slumbers. In the three years he had been there, Cashel had never met any of the members of the royal family and rarely did he ever encounter them. He worked in the shadows, delivering supplies to different parts of the palace, washing clothes, cleaning up messes, et cetera. He did whatever was needed of him, but he was never one of the one selected to actually attend to the royals and their guests.

This morning, Cashel had been tasked with carrying quite the load of supplies to the kitchens. Erik and Tatiana, two of his closest friends in the palace and fellow servants, were suppose to have helped him do such, but both had come up with excuses to not do just that. Not that he was really surprised though. But, unfortunately for him, the responsibility had now fallen solely upon his shoulders.

Cashel lugged the moderately heavy and uncomfortable baskets/sacks of goods through the corridors of the palace. Although the pale eyed young man could hardly see over the load he was carrying, his pace was quick and efficient. There was little time to waste. However, what the servant hadn’t counted for was that just a couple of corridors away was her, the one who would ultimately set him on an entirely different course.

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

(<3)

Everything had been seemingly fine through the majority of the walk. The corridors were not too occupied as much of the staff during this time of morning were either assisting with the royals daily routine or working to clean up some of the now vacant rooms. Although it the atmosphere around him was hushed, he hadn’t even heard her until it was too late. A sudden, unanticipated weight slammed into him, sending much of what he carried to the elegant marble flooring. The brief shock of the situation boiled into something that wasn’t of concern, but of fury.

"Damn, are you blind? Watch where you are going!" he snapped before he could even comprehend who was in front of. It was a young woman who appeared to be around the same age as him. By the way she was dressed, she definitely was of high prestige. He had seen that pretty face of hers before though. He had seen it too many times for it to be a guest of the palace. The realization of who she was sucked all the air from his lungs. Dear heavens. She was the princess. He had just insulted the heir to throne. He never wanted to kick himself more.

"Your highness.." he managed to push the breathy two words from his lips. He should have bowed or inclined his head or maybe even apologize, but he didn’t. Instead, he foolishly clamped his mouth shut and attempted to meet her eyes. His knuckles were beginning to turn light coloration from the solid grip he had on what was left of the contents in his hands. Dread had also already begun to seep into his being for he expected to be punished for, not only insulting her, but also for dropping demanded goods.

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

The dark haired servant was expecting an entirely divergent reaction than what he received from the heir to the throne of Rosalinde. He had been unnecessarily audacious to her and yet here she was showing him benevolence and offering to help him. He had honestly anticipated the adorned blonde to unleash her own fury upon him. Perhaps, it was unfair of him to assume the worst of every member of the royal family. After all, the mystifying princess did not seem, so.. pompous. It made him feel a little more guilty about his words.

Sighing, Cashel set the what was left in his arms down and crouched down to assist her in the task of picking up the scattered contents. "There is no reason to apologize to me, your highness. I should be the one apologizing. I was the ill-mannered one and just as responsible for the mess as you are." he said, glancing over at her curiously. He had never imagined that he would ever be speaking to the princess nor did he ever think he would be apologizing to her. It was an almost laughable situation, really.

"You need not to assist me either, fair lady. I’m sure you have more pressing matters to attend to, do you not?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow at her.

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

A smile tugged the corners of the the brunet's mouth at her advice. Cashel had never been necessarily known for being incredibly friendly or anything towards strangers. He had always had that "tall, dark, and handsome" kind of vibe about him to many. However, it was not quite a fair reflection of who he truly was. It was simply a part of the mask the he had learned to wear as a child who faced the harsh reality of life.

"Well, I shall have to remember that, princess. For next time." the nineteen year old responded, his voice edging with a bit of amusement, "In my defense, your highness, it is not every day that I cross paths with a lady such as yourself."

The blue-eyed servant plucked up a head of lettuce and made to place it in one of the baskets, but froze briefly at her inquiry. "A name, huh? Why, your highness, I would be the one and only handsome devil Cashel, of course." he teased back after a moment of hesitation. His gaze flickered to the bruising apple in her hand and frowned ever so slightly. "Perhaps or perhaps not. You needn’t concern yourself though, your highness. I’ll be fine either way." He honestly wasn’t sure whether or not he would be punished or not for it. He supposed it depended on the mood of the head kitchen staff.

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

Cashel feigned an offended expression and placed a hand over his chest for dramatics. "You wound me, your highness." he pouted, but there was a hint of amusement glistening in his light blue eyes. He did not quite believe her. He especially did not believe her as he took in the way she stared at him for a beat too long and how she quickly adverted her gaze away from him. No, he wasn’t an arrogant type, maybe playfully so, but not seriously. He was confident in his appearance though and there was nothing wrong with a little confidence, right? "I believe it’s quite easy to see, really." he jested, motioning to his face with a small grin.

Victoria. It was a name he had heard plenty of times over the course of his life. It was was a pretty standard name, yes, but it was also the name of the future queen of Rosalinde. He could remember the young girls whispering in the streets about how much they wished they could be like Princess Victoria. He had heard mother’s who would scold their daughters and tell them that they should be more like Princess Victoria. Of course, he heard whispers of her name throughout the palace as well from individuals of all different stations. He had heard her name so many times and yet he never expected to meet her. But here he was. It was interesting to say the least.

Cashel carefully stacked the baskets back into his grasps before he followed suit with her and rose to his full length with a small grunt. "And you, uh, Victoria." he opened his mouth as if to say more, but closed it instead. And I hope to see you again. It was what he wanted to say, but he knew better than that.

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

Cashel was kind of a jack-of-all-trades when it came to work. Don’t get it wrong. The servant did excel in somethings, he liked to dabble in a lot of dissimilar things. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out either. It was probably why he had found himself here in the garden today, making sure that the plants within it were relatively in good shape.

He hadn’t said a word about the princess who he met to anyone. Not even to the two dorks he called his friends. He, however, couldn’t seem to shake her from his mind. Unfortunately for him, he was constantly alone and, therefore, he could not escape his thoughts very often. He knew it was foolish to ponder on her being and, frankly, it was a bit annoying to the former thief. It was not as if he would ever be graced with her presence ever again. They lived in two very different realities that were never intended to be mixed.

The unforgettable sound of her feminine voice broke Cashel from his muse. The dark haired male couldn’t help, but to grin at her comment as he turned to face her fully. Unlike last time, the servant gave the blonde beauty a semi-decent bow. "Indeed it is, your highness." he replied with ease, straightening himself after a brief moment, "Say, are you following me now, princess? I mean, not that I’m really surprised or anything. I'm told that I am quite hard to resist."

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

Cashel had no doubt that she had been courted by many similarly wealthy individuals. She was not only of high prestige, but she also had beauty and a charming personality as much as he hated to admit it. Of the royals he had observed, she was one of the only ones to possess all of those things. "I have no doubt you have, your highness," he responded, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly, "It’s interesting that you have yet to announce an engagement to one of them."

If one of his cronies were here, they might have laughed at her suggestion. Sure, Cashel had charmed a few ladies in the past, it wasn’t necessarily something he entertained seriously or for very long, especially nowadays. He did not say anything about it and, instead, just gave the heir to the throne a wink.

The dark haired servants blue orbs followed hers to the rose bushes and he gave a careless shrug. "I suppose I could ask you the same. No matter, I am tending to the gardens as that was what was asked of me, princess." he replied, glancing back towards her with an easy smile. "And, no. You have been the only lucky maiden that I have quite literally ran into. I don’t suppose you have stopped that hazardous habit of reading and walking either?"

CASHEL RHYS ADAIR

I SAID I WON'T GET TO CLOSE BUT I CAN'T STOP IT

(No worries! It’s all good. c:)

Cashel studied the elegantly dressed young woman before him. He could admit that he did pity her situation. Arranged marriages were not usually enjoyable and were more for political purposes than anything else. That wasn’t always the case, sure, but he couldn’t say that he had heard of many true stories of arranged marriages that were golden. He, for one, was glad that he did not suffer the same fate as the princess. Although she carelessly shrugged it off, he did not take her for someone to be content with it. Perhaps, he was wrong though. After all, he did not really know her, did he? Either way, he did not press any more questions about it.

The brunet raised a brow at the blonde as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Fair enough, your highness." he agreed though he was surprised that she was alone. "And I would love to hear what this 'most infuriating afternoon' entailed, princess. You see, I don’t get to hear the true drama a princess endures on day to day basis. Respectfully so, of course."

The dark-haired fiend grinned at mock accusations. "It was a risky habit, really. I would hate for your highness to get hurt or, worse yet, hurt someone else. It is probably for the best. You were just lucky it was I who you ran into, my lady." he chaffed, lifting his chin a bit higher, "And I tend to the gardens a few of times a week. It is one of many tasks I juggle with here at the palace."