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Post by zerissen arei on Jul 16, 2011 10:40:05 GMT -8
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cast your troubles into the sky,
It's quiet, like breathing and whispers and soft-spoken lies buried and swept under the rug, and Zerissen is very, very bored.
There are days when he can ignore the longing for something interesting that twists in his gut like a snake trapped and dying of slow strangulation, but other days his paws simply itch to get out of here, get very far away. Which, all things considered, is quite ironic considering the dedication it took to get here.
Zerissen lies in his room that he shares with his mate, chin resting on his paw, staring out the window at the courtyard. He'd thought maybe fresh air would help him, but anything connected to the castle seems to bear a heavy atmosphere of pomposity and dramatics. He lets his breath escape his lungs in one long, tired sigh. Being a prince comes with power, but not much freedom.
His mind wanders, as it often does when he's alone and has nothing to think about, to his mate, Grace. From the outside, their relationship is comfortable even if not inherently affectionate: he's quiet and aloof, but polite, and she's...well. What is she? He doesn't even know, and that's quite a disturbing thought.
She's my mate, and I don't even know who she is.
That thought strikes Zerissen with concern. It's not that he doesn't like her, or that he doesn't care...but their marriage was arranged by their parents, not themselves, and really it left no room for argument. Without an initial connection to catch his interest, he found himself treating her like any other cat, perhaps like a distant friend. It didn't leave much room for affection. Perhaps he should talk to her, even though he finds himself lacking in the conversational department. Surely they can't continue like this, treating each other as colleagues rather than mates?
He returns his gaze to the window, sighing. "The verisimilitude of me holding an established conversation with any individual is questionable at best," he murmurs aloud. Talking to himself, certainly, but with so many thoughts thrashing about in his head, it's easier to keep track this way.
It's times like these that he realizes that he might be a little bit off. But with his knowledge of the feline mind, he knows everyone has their faults and demons, and though he has quite a fair share of his owns, there's one phrase that always comes to mind.
It could be worse.
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Post by grace arei on Jul 16, 2011 11:45:16 GMT -8
and i'd give up forever to touch you cause i know that you feel the same way | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] PRINCESS GRACE AREI !
To suppose that she and Zerissen would wake up one morning together and fall in love would be preposterous.
And Grace, for one minute, had not assumed that life would turn out that way for her. She had always been aware that she could not pick her own mate, and a husband would be chosen for her, depending on he and his family's rank, and their ties with the Royals. Therefore, the princess had come to the conclusion that she was quite lucky to be paired with a male like Zerissen. After all, the verisimilitude of having a cruel mate had, yes, been rather unlikely, but there had been a chance all the same. The stoic prince that she had called her husband for the past few months was kind enough, yes, but... a little too indifferent for her liking, alas. In the months that she had spent with him, they had treated one another more like friends than mates.
But of course, she could not expect for them to bond immediately. Love was a fickle thing, and it didn't develop overnight. Quite honestly, though, the Princess didn't know a lot about love as she hadn't had much experience. Not only was she a virgin, but the male that she slept beside each night was... well, a stranger really. Grace, however, hoped to change that. The pair had exchanged words before, but that was obvious. Two cats could not be married for five months and not converse, that would be ridiculous, and next to impossible. As the royal strolled through the corridors that led to her chambers - well, their chambers, considering that Zerissen also dwelled in them, and had since the night of their wedding ceremony - servants that were scuttling around paused in her wake, bowing their heads and lowering their bodies, exclaiming greetings and other such pleasantries.
The princess, of course, was used to such overzealous displays of submission and respect, she had been raised within the walls of the palace after all. So she merely smiled and nodded at the help, sauntering past them and around the corner, standing in the archway of her magnificently decorated dwellings and who did she see? Sat by the window was none other that Zerissen. She listened silently so she could catch her husband's mutterings. "The verisimilitude of me holding an established conversation with any individual is questionable at best," Lips pulled back into a small smile, and light blue eyes searched the frame of her handsome partner as she soundlessly approached him. Perhaps he had heard her coming, or perhaps not. Maybe he would catch sight of her reflection in the mirror. But regardless of his awareness, she voiced herself softly, as all in all, she was a rather soft spoken female.
"That depends on your conversation partner, does it not? Who do you wish to speak with? Or is that intrusive of me."
485 WORDS , ZERISSEN AREI, PRIVATE , FOR YOU, DEAR VANYA! |
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Post by zerissen arei on Jul 16, 2011 13:22:56 GMT -8
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cast your troubles into the sky,
To say that Zerissen was embarrassed when Grace walked in on him talking to himself would be a massive understatement.
He flicks his ears back, keeping his eyes on the window...maybe if he acts as though he didn't see her... She might not have heard him at all.
"That depends on your conversation partner, does it not? Who do you wish to speak with? Or is that intrusive of me."
Or not.
He turns his head to look at her, knowing now it's bordering rudeness to continue staring in the opposite direction. His mind goes still for a moment at the sight of her: he'd never admit it aloud, but it often does when he sets gaze on Grace. It's be a lie to deny that she is beautiful, but it still surprises him, and often leaves him wondering about his luck though he doesn't believe in any such thing.
For a moment, he's torn between telling her the honest truth and playing it off as though he was merely musing. But he shrugs his shoulders with a thought of well, it's now or never, and faces Grace, fixing her with his teal blue gaze.
"I was hoping to speak with you, actually," he says, and sits up, wrapping his tail around his paws. Again, he draws a blank. Conversation isn't his strong point...how is he to proceed? Bluntly, or subtly? Which would be better appreciated? Or should he use neither?
Conversation is more complicated than the mysteries of the universe, he sighs inwardly.
Well, fine. Saying it is better than not saying it. "I've noticed that we...don't really know much about each other." He glances away, then back to her again, forcing himself to keep contact despite the utter discomfort he's feeling. "And. I. Want to know you, I do."
"So...I...don't really know how to remedy this situation," he confesses, "and honestly, I feel like quite a fool. I, ah...hope you have a better idea of this than I do."
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Post by grace arei on Jul 16, 2011 14:03:39 GMT -8
and i'd give up forever to touch you cause i know that you feel the same way | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] PRINCESS GRACE AREI !
It did not take a genius to realize that Zerissen was feeling rather awkward right about now.
His ears flicked backwards, and Grace couldn't help but let a small smirk tug at her lips. It would be one of those moments where the female would put one hand on her hip and quirk an eyebrow, but alas, the princess - like all felines - could not stand on her hind paws, and to put her paw on her hip in her current standing position would look terribly strange, and rather awkward. So she refrained, naturally. When he turned to look over his shoulder at her, in a rather sheepish manner, as if he had been a cub caught doing something naughty. Quite honestly, it made her chest tighten and her heart skip a beat - how cliche, I know - and not because of the endearing cub-like quality of the prince's actions. He was handsome, yes, that was plain to see. She saw the looks that the ladies of the court gave him as they passed them in the corridors of the palace. And she did not blame them, although she felt rather uncomfortable having other women's eyes wandering her husband.
However, she could not fault their taste.
Zoning back into the scenario at hand, Grace noted that the male seemed to be at a point of deliberation. She patiently waited, remaining in her standing position as she did not want to sit in the doorway and obstruct the only exit, because the last thing the princess wanted was for Zerissen to feel cornered. The silvery hued brute now turned himself fully, so he was no longer peering over his shoulder at her but facing her properly, and quickly voiced his thoughts. "I was hoping to speak with you, actually," Naturally, the royal's interest was piqued, so as she strode into the room, she kept her inquiring gaze on her mate's facade, silently prompting him to continue, which he soon did. "I've noticed that we...don't really know much about each other." Zerissen tore his teal gaze from his wife's paler blue orbs for a moment, and Grace blinked, planting her rump on the ground a few feet before him, letting her tail coil out behind her whilst her husband's remained tightly wound around his paws. He felt awkward right now, she could tell. The pretty female never envisioned the pair having this conversation, but admittedly, it was a damn sight better than treating each other like colleagues, rather than life partners.
"And. I. Want to know you, I do."
"I want to know you too."
The rather heartfelt utterance was more of a slip of the tongue than anything. Originally, she was going to wait for her husband to voice himself further before saying anything, but for some reason, she had to let him know that before he continued. "So...I...don't really know how to remedy this situation, and honestly, I feel like quite a fool. I, ah...hope you have a better idea of this than I do." The swell of affection in her chest was... rather indescribable, if Grace was quite honest with herself. Well, she'd never felt it before. Yes, she loved her parents, and her siblings, and her dear cousin Merci who she was especially fond of, and all her other family members. However, this affection was... different. Rather odd, really.
"Dearest Zerissen, you don't need to feel like a fool. I suppose the only way we can get to know each other is, well, through the art of conversation perhaps? But you do seem to be a little tongue-tied at the moment." She quipped playfully, a small smile tugging her lips upwards, big blue eyes glinting with light humor. With a flourish of the head, she looked over at a window, where she could see the gardens stretch out beneath the looming palace, lush and green and... almost beckoning. Perhaps that would be the perfect setting to bond with her husband. "Why don't we take a walk? It would be nice to get some fresh air, and besides, the weather is mild and pleasant, not stiflingly hot like it was yesterday. We can learn more about each other there. Don't be shy, ask whatever you wish." She grinned charmingly, before rising to her paws and gracefully stepping towards the marble archway that led from the pair's sleeping quarters out into the corridor. Hovering near the arch, she turned her head to look over at her mate, waiting to see if he would comply and join her. Being the polite fellow he was, Grace was sure that she already knew the answer, and readied herself for a trip outside.
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Post by zerissen arei on Jul 18, 2011 14:34:35 GMT -8
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cast your troubles into the sky,
Right about now, Zerissen is thankful for his mate's serenity in this situation. It's saving him quite a bit of trauma.
"A walk would be nice," he agrees, and draws himself to his paws to follow her. His mind is wild, uncensored, in the chambers, but he realizes that the further he goes from that confined place, the easier it is to think.
The servants do their groveling as he walks by with Grace, some even dropping with their noses pressed to the marble floors. Zerissen's whiskers twitch. It always makes him uncomfortable to see the servants acting in such a manner...though he enjoys the status of being prince, it makes him feel oddly separate from the rest of the world.
He shakes the thought off with a twitch of his tail and a roll of his shoulders as they step into the garden, and the aroma of carefully arranged flora fills his nose. He's not necessarily fond of plant life, but the peacefulness of the garden is tangible, just as it was planned to be.
And then he remembers why he's out here, and the tension returns if only just barely. And he decides that it wouldn't hurt him to take the initiative in this situation.
"I suppose I should tell you about my cubhood to start, as it is the origin of my being," he says, trying to ease himself into the awkwardness of conversation. He flicks his tail.
"My mother and father are nobles, as you know...rich and haughty and shallow, like far too many cats of their status. They were rather disturbed when I was more concerned with novels than with jewels." He can't help but laugh a little at that, a rumbling purr deep in his throat. "I never felt the same interest for frivolities that they did. They were proud of my education, even if my father wished I would show more interest in battle training - what if you are needed for war, said he.
"But it was not as though I showed no interest in defending our fair city, never. But though I know war can be right, I do not believe that it is ever kind." He looks at Grace, hoping he's not annoying her, but he's relaxed now, contented in a subject that he can at least discuss without discomfort. "And perhaps my mind could be used for better reason than bloodshed."
And then it strikes him, that perhaps they aren't so different; their parents both expect much from them, and perhaps she feels the same concerns with fulfilling those expectations that he does. Though he doubts, honestly, that Grace will have any difficulty walking in the pawsteps of Queen Vitani: already she shows the same elegance and refinement, manners and intellect. Compassion, as well. And maybe he's been paying more attention than he thinks he has.
Zerissen touches his tail to Grace's with brief, subdued affection. He realizes he just talked for the longest he has in his entire life, and feels a faint flush of embarrassment cross the back of his neck and warm his ears. Hopefully he didn't bore her with his droll ramblings.
"And you? I am eager to hear about your life, as well."
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Post by grace arei on Jul 19, 2011 9:50:06 GMT -8
and i'd give up forever to touch you cause i know that you feel the same way | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] PRINCESS GRACE AREI !
"A walk would be nice," The prince's response brought a smile to the graceful female's face, glad that he shared the same opinion on the idea as she did, and she led the way. Grace wasn't perplexed by the overzealous grovelling of the servants, as she was used to it, and merely smiled slightly as she padded through their midst, although they quickly parted to make a clear path for her and her mate to descend the steps of the palace and into the garden. The weather was pleasant, the sun warming Grace's back. She fluffed out her pelt a little and smiled, her gait steady as she remained at her husband's side, ears twitching as he began the conversation. He seemed to have eased up, maybe only a little, but a little progress was good, wasn't it? Better than none at all.
"I suppose I should tell you about my cubhood to start, as it is the origin of my being." "Naturally."
An easy grin worked it's way onto Grace's pale muzzle and she tilted her head, motioning for him to continue. So he did. "My mother and father are nobles, as you know...rich and haughty and shallow, like far too many cats of their status. They were rather disturbed when I was more concerned with novels than with jewels." The prince chuckled, and his wife mirrored it with a giggle of her own, and they both eased up a little. "Well, jewels are pretty and all, but you can't enjoy them like you can a good book, can you?" Grace had read quite a few novels in her time, and had her own collection of books in her room. "I never felt the same interest for frivolities that they did. They were proud of my education, even if my father wished I would show more interest in battle training - what if you are needed for war, said he." The princess shuddered at the mention of war. The thought of it scared her, especially as she would be ruling the Kingdom soon enough, and if it happened whilst she was in power, she dreaded to think. However, she had enough faith in Zerissen to believe that he could take charge of such a situation if it ever occurred during their reign, even if he said that he had little interest in battle. "But it was not as though I showed no interest in defending our fair city, never. But though I know war can be right, I do not believe that it is ever kind."
"No, I understand. I don't really have much to say on war, as I was pretty sheltered on the goings on of battle, being a young princess and all that. But even now... I'm pretty clueless, I must admit. However, I'm not naive, and I've heard ghastly stories..." Hastily clearing her throat, she shifted her gaze from her husband to a pretty collection of violets, and paused, taking in their appearance. "They're so beautiful..." She sighed contently for a second, before allowing her limbs to once more carry her forward, quickly catching up to her husband, just as he began to speak again. "And perhaps my mind could be used for better reason than bloodshed." Grace smiled and nodded. "Yes, like leadership. Bloodshed is merely one of the many things a King must deal with during his reign. Just ask my father." She paused, realizing what she had said, and she couldn't help but let peals of giggles promptly escape her parted lips. Knowing her father, the male wouldn't welcome his son-in-law approaching him for advice, especially seeing as it would only remind him that soon enough, Zerissen would take his throne, and that was not something that Fenris was pleased about, Grace could tell.
"Oh... maybe that's not the best idea." After giggling some more, her ears twitched to catch the male's next words. "And you? I am eager to hear about your life, as well." "My life? Hm, well, you started with your childhood, so I shall start with mine." They turned the hedge in unison and continued down the dirt path, the short grass tickling Grace's ankles. "I was born the eldest of my litter... well, obviously." Well done, Miss State-The-Obvious. Why don't you tell him your a princess as well? I don't think he knows that. "It was me, then Damask, then Xylouris... Our childhood was rather simple and pleasant, or mine was at least. I was closer to Damask than I was with Lou, but that's life I suppose. I only truly realized what lay ahead of me when I was about two. Then Mother started grooming me to become the 'perfect Queen', hoping that I'd live up to her... as if I could do that. She's a brilliant hostess, an inspirational leader figure and everything... well, everything that Father isn't. She compliments him... I suppose they're the perfect couple, in that respect." Grace's brow furrowed as her mind drifted from her parents to her younger sister. Lou had never given the princess any reason to be suspicious of her, but... well, she didn't know if she was just being paranoid, but sometimes, out of the corner of her eye, she would see the other female giving her strange looks. Worrying looks.
Power hungry looks.
Maybe it was just her, though, and this was why she remained silent, not bothering to mention her worries to her husband. However, something she could not keep under wraps was her now rather worried expression.
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