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𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

romance // mature rp

m x f // try not to let the thread die too soon

venus (vee) : 18yo

after just graduating highschool, Venus (Vee), intends to spend her summer how she wants, now that she's no longer under the eyes of her controlling and strict mom. working short shifts as a barista inside her small towns grocery store, Vee is acquainted with a slightly older man, six years superior her age. He's charming sweet, and doesnt hide the fact that he's quite financially stable, and leaves Vee inexplicably lovestruck. However, she worries for her reputation if she continues to fall for him. However, he is possesive of her, controlling in his dominant nature. Vee might need to make difficult sacrifices if she wants the bud of this romance to blossom, He wants to spoil her and show her off, because to him, she's a princess.

𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

romance // mature rp

m x f // try not to let the thread die too soon

venus (vee) : 18yo

after just graduating highschool, Venus (Vee), intends to spend her summer how she wants, now that she's no longer under the eyes of her controlling and strict mom. working short shifts as a barista inside her small towns grocery store, Vee is acquainted with a slightly older man, six years superior her age. He's charming, sweet, and doesn't hide the fact that he's quite financially stable, and leaves Vee inexplicably lovestruck. However, she worries for her reputation if she continues to fall for him. On top of that, he's rather possessive of her, controlling in his dominant nature. Vee might need to make difficult sacrifices if she wants the bud of this romance to blossom, He wants to spoil her and show her off, because to him, she's a princess.

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪

"you belong amongst the wildflowers"

its 1724 in England and James, the Governor' son, has never felt so out of place in his peak of manhood. He's freshly 18 and curious of the world around him, as he was sheltered and coddled his whole life. Coming from a house of royalty and hierarchy, everyone's egos are gasses beyond belief, and James has never had the desire to step out of his comfort zone... that is until the visting Great Officer of London introduces his 24 year old politician son. This young man quite assertively steps into James' life and teaches him what it is like to be free, by breaking rules and morals, but not breaking spirit. James finds himself unable to comprehend his intense feelings for the young man, until he coaches him how to embrace who he is... and how he feels.

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may13 / 1724

"JAMES!" a woman's voice breaks the comfortable silence in which he slept, his fair skin illuminated by the rising sun through the sheer curtains that hung over his bed. He wanted to ignore them, ignore them until they disappeared, like the particles of dust did inside streaks of sunlight. However, they did not. "JAMES! JAAAAMES!" Heels clicked swiftly down the wooden hall, stopping at the foot of James oak bedroom door, followed by sharp heavy knocks. This time the voice was not that of woman, but that of an old man. An old serious voice, deep with seriousness, that could only come from a face too familiarly stern. "James, we will be having company. Important company. Make yourself up, and quickly. There's no time to stall, boy." The voice of England's well respected Governor, James' father.

The dining hall was to be prepared, rapid feet pattered throughout the area as maids set to complete as they were commanded. A mauve table cloth thrown onto a large shined table, set with china plates and cacutlery. A vase of an assortment of pale colored flowers, a sweet, faint aroma. Candelabras at each end, and a crystal chandelier that hung above everyones heads. The meal was being prepared, while the Harrison family stood outside, the sun beating on their powdered faces, as they waited for the carriage full of their guests.

That would be appreciated! If youd like, afterwords I can begin the rp with the first post.

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪

"you belong amongst the wildflowers"

its 1724 in England and James, the Governor' son, has never felt so out of place in his peak of manhood. He's freshly 18 and curious of the world around him, as he was sheltered and coddled his whole life. Coming from a house of royalty and hierarchy, everyone's egos are gasses beyond belief, and James has never had the desire to step out of his comfort zone... that is until the visiting Great Officer of London introduces his 24 year old politician son. This young man quite assertively steps into James' life and teaches him what it is like to be free, by breaking rules and morals, but not breaking spirit. James finds himself unable to comprehend his intense feelings for the young man, until he coaches him how to embrace who he is... and how he feels.

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may13 / 1724

"JAMES!" a woman's voice breaks the comfortable silence in which he slept, his fair skin illuminated by the rising sun through the sheer curtains that hung over his bed. He wanted to ignore them, ignore them until they disappeared, like the particles of dust did inside streaks of sunlight. However, they did not. "JAMES! JAAAAMES!" Heels clicked swiftly down the wooden hall, stopping at the foot of James oak bedroom door, followed by sharp heavy knocks. This time the voice was not that of woman, but that of an old man. An old serious voice, deep with seriousness, that could only come from a face too familiarly stern. "James, we will be having company. Important company. Make yourself up, and quickly. There's no time to stall, boy." The voice of England's well respected Governor, James' father.

The dining hall was to be prepared, rapid feet pattered throughout the area as maids set to complete as they were commanded. A mauve table cloth thrown onto a large shined table, set with china plates and cutlery. A vase of an assortment of pale colored flowers, a sweet, faint aroma. Candelabras at each end, and a crystal chandelier that hung above everyone's heads. The meal was being prepared, while the Harrison family stood outside, the sun beating on their powdered faces, as they waited for the carriage full of their guests.

Ahh sorry, I meant for it to come across like yeah, a reference image and name would be appreciated, and if you don't mind, a little bit of profile on your character's personality. My bad!

sounds good! tysm

tysm!

srry that took me so long classes have been keeping me busy as heckkk

James squinted in the sunlight that beat down from the cloudless may sky, reflecting off the oily face of his aging mother, and the strands of his fathers long, curled, grey wig. He began to lose some patience waiting for the guests, wondering why they had to stand outside in the humid air for such a long stretch, until the hooves of a carriage horse approached the Harrison mansion. Curiously, James strained his neck to get a good look into the carriage windows, trying to see what wasn’t hidden behind wine red velvet curtains.

With confidence, the old governor stepped toward the carriage as the coachman dropped from his perch atop the carriage, letting go of the horses reigns, and holding the carriage door open as the guests made their way out. “Ah, if it isnt the family of the greatest officer of England!” His father exclamed, extending an old paled hand. “Not to forget his incredibly intelligent polition son, and lovely wife.” He wooed. “Governor John Harrison. This is my wife Alice, and my son, Jameson.” He spoke proudly, making strong eyecontact.

James stared, hearing the butler shuffle his feet behind them as he held the heavy oak doors open, undoubtedly feeling the same exhausting heat as they did. He wanted to go inside, he didnt like doing these sorts of things, and it bothered him even more as small beads of sweat built themselves on his forehead, making him worry about his nicely combed blonde hair.

its all good ! totally understandable

James arched his back, stretching

his stiff, slim body, before sliding out of his large bed and dressing himself. He neatly combed his wavy blonde hair, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Slipping on a pair of white, silk gloves, he quiety left his large bedroom. Sunlight illuminated the long hallway from the large, tall, glass windows, and casted shadows of the small decorative tables, vases, and marble statues that were placed throughout. Maids hustled past him as he made his way down a grand staircase, and met his parents. His father stood confidently by the large oak doors, his long powered curled grey wig positioned neatly. The govenor was accompanied by his youthful looking wife, slender and sweet with her long blonde hair pulled back. The creases in the old mans forehead deepened. “Jameson, its vital thay we make a rather good impression on this family tonight.” He spoke. Nodding in return, he placed his folded hands behind his back, impatiently waiting for the arrival of their guests.

James was beyond relieved at hearing someone elses opinion on the temperature. He made a courteous smile, loose strands honey golden hair that werent tied back by a dark ribbon, falling to frame his fair, pale face. He stood out of the way to allow his father to lead them in. “Of course, right this way.” James was a bit unsure about the family, he had met many wealthy families like theirs, however this one had atleast brought someone along aho was slightly around his age. However, he felt somewhat small compared to them all, being so young. A quick glance at their son and you could tell the difference in the twos age. Unlike James soft, young features, this young mans face was comparatively more chisled and matured, yet still youthful.

The butler closed the heavy doors behind them, and offered to take the coats of the guests. “We cant begin to appreciate your appearance this evening.” The govenor spoke, with a cheesy smile on his face. James couldn’t help but think about not genuine his words were. Of course, the whole visit was to speak on Parliament and for the Govenor to make a good impression on such a young politician... of course to benefit himself since many of the other politicians satirized the Govenor for his extrication of finances, and only allowing the people of great wealth to vote. Unfortunately, most of this, James was completely oblivious to. Whatever he was told by his family, he believed, and had no place or freedom to do otherwise. “Would you all like to join me in the drawing room for some tea and champagne?” His mothers voice finally spoke up. Obviously, James would be the only one offered tea. He’d never drank alcohol, despite there being federally unregulated drinking laws. Anyone of any age could drink, but James was sheltered from it. Possibly to keep up the Harrison reputation. The young blondes light blue eyes flittered back and forth between the guests, and he nervously fidgeted with the ruffled white fabric on the wrists of his sleeves.

of course! :)

James took a seat, and crossing his legs, and leaned back. He watched the movement of the guests, wondering when it would be most appropriate for him to engage in conversation. A young maid poured a cup of steaming tea, dropped a sugar cube into it, placed it onto a tiny plate, and handed it to James. He brought the cup to his lips, analyzing that his parents were absorbed in a conversation with the Great Officer and his wife. Lowering the china cup, he spoke up. “So, what part of London are you- you’re family from?” The blonde spoke, making eyecontact with the young politician.

“Ah yes, a great political mind is quite appreciated in London...” The governor spoke, rolling his wide set shoulders back and straightening his posture as he shook the young mans hand. “I dont suppose you’ve met my son, James. He’ll be leaving this winter for the University of Cambridge to become an English major... though i’ve been trying to persuade him to talk to Lord Weatherby to possibly look into becoming an officer of sorts himself.” His father spoke. James let out a nervous laugh, before finally speaking. “No harm intended but I don’t think I could man a ship or handle a gun.” The blonde spoke nervously.

“Anyways, would you all like to meet me in the drawing room for tea?” His morher spoke.

James exchanged quick glances between Oliver and the group of talking adults, and, without thinking of better judgement he followed him. Curiously,

he wondered why he was being beckoned into another room. He was about to ask for clarification, before the other boy had spoken first. Drink that? Why? He wondered, his light blue eyes wide with surprise. He gently grabbed the tall champagne glass, feeling its cool, smooth, surface between his thin, pale fingers. “I- Uhh, I’ve never drank alcohol.” he confessed, wondering if this statement would make Oliver think negatively about him. He worried that perhaps he was too much of a rule follower in others eyes. That anxiety overwhelmed him, and without thinking about it much more, he swirled the small around of transparent gold liquid around in the glass before taking a small sip.

The taste was sweet a dry, almost like a carbonated water. Perfectly tart, sugary and light. He hadnt expected it to taste like that. He looked up from the glass, his fair skin reddening softly. “What’d I do that for?” he asked.

James laughed nervously, and ran a hand through his shoulder length golden hair. “Uh, yeah I am looking forward to it. I’ll be the first in my family to study English.” he spoke, making his way into the drawing room. With respect, he waited for the guests to seat themselves before he sat. Crossing his legs, he made himself comfortable, and pulled a long black ribbon from the pocket of his trousers. “Ahh, you are about that age aren’t you. Do you have anyone in your life you could see yourself tying to knot to?” James mother asked playfully. As she spoke, James pulled his hair back, and tied it low with the ribbon, glancing between the people in the room.

“Worked up?” he repeated, analyzing himself. Was I? He asked himself, staring down at the glass, thinking about how he must’ve came off. He often was oblivious to his anxious habits. “I don’t know, really.” James responded, before hesitantly taking down the rest of the drink. “I hadn’t noticed.” He let out a shy laugh, shifting his feet.

Alice, James’ mother glanced over her shoulder, and no longer saw the boys. She gambled wether she should retrieve them, or be glad that her son was socializing and making a good impression on such a respectable young figure that was Oliver. She figured it would do him good to be around him, and that he’d hopefully rub off on him and her son wouldnt be so... effeminate. She thought better of it and decided to let the boys socialize while the dinner was prepared.

The blonde chuckled, and awkwardly put a hand in his hair. “I don’t really like to do these kinds of things, meeting other royal families. There’s some weird tension and pressure each time I go to one to impress everyone- Uh- No hard feelings towards you of course.” He confessed. He realized the atmostphere was significantly more relaxed around this individual, and decidedly there was no reason for him to be so nervous. He relaxed his tensed posture, and pulled the ribbon out that held his hair in a low pony tail, the collarbone length golden locks falling smoothly down around his shoulders. Shoving the ribbon into his trouser pocket, he looked up. “Do i seem less nervous?” He asked.

James immediately felt the blood rush to his face as his cheeks reddened, feeling a mixture of flattery and shock. He glanced around the room, it was small, and had a large glass window that revealed the large garden out back. There were book shelves and a couch, a grandfather clock, and a piano. He felt his sudden confidence disappear, and the shyness make its return, as he wasn’t completely sure how to respond. “Thank you.” He said, looking back over to him and smiling. James swallowed before adding, “You’re quite charming yourself. I bet that comes quite handy, huh?” he folded his arms across his chest and flashed pearly white teeth.

He grinned, and dropped his arms down to his small, thin hips. “I guess you’re right, you’ll have to come by more often, then.” James teased. “Anyways,” He started, looking down at the empty glass in Oliver’s hands. “My parents never let me drink with them. It must be nice to have a more relaxed family?” He said, with a questioning tone of voice. “I’ve hardly even been outside of this house. I normally stay cooped up here studying. I dont go much further than the garden or the ship docks.”