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Post by Auberon on Jul 4, 2014 4:30:14 GMT
It was 6 o’clock on the clockwise turn of the clock and the bells announced it. Not a second after their tolling finished echoing in the empty halls of the Nightmare Court, the Prince entered the dinner room. He sat at the head of the table and one of the broken dolls approached him.
“Today we have prepared Viennese Appel Strudel with vanilla cream and Mille-feuille,” said the doll in her monotone voice. She was called Webby because the cracks around her cheeks resembled spider webs.
“Please serve me the Apfelstrudel.” It was no surprise, as it was Ira’s favourite and he never chose any other sweets when this one was amongst the options. But he felt rather different today. His brother was at home, and strange ideas were flashing through his mind like shooting stars.
“Oh, and Webby,” exclaimed the prince as the doll was leaving. “I would rather have coffee today.” Now that was an extraordinary event, for Ira to replace his tea at teatime for another sweetened hot drink. It meant a great change was going to unfold that day.
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Arsenal
Nu Guardian
This character will be for fun. My main which I am using for Salem will be on another account.
Posts: 15 
Join Date: 6/14/2014
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Post by Arsenal on Jul 4, 2014 4:49:48 GMT
Around the same Alistair was looking out onto the city, it was twilight as normal. After a loud yawn he looked at the clock to see what time it was, it seemed to be a little past six. Most times he went to sleep earlier unless his brother needed something from him or such. However today he simply felt like staying up late, he might or might not it normally depended on what happened going up to the point and such.
The male looked back onto the town with a yawn, normally his eyes watered after he yawned so his hand would go up to his eyes swatting away tears from the yawn. "Hm . . . What am I forgetting? What is it . . . . Oh it's my brother's tea time isn't it? . . . . oh crap it's tea time." He stood up and stopped leaning against the window and turned around looking at the stairs that lead down to the dinner room.
Alistair liked to go at the top of the castle and look out onto the town, it was something he liked to do. He himself really did not know why, after a slightly chuckle he began to descend down the flight of stairs. It was a spiral staircase that seemed to go down forever but he was at the top of the castle so that was probably the reason. But soon he shrugged it off and started going down eventually skipping a step at a time, that lead to two, then three, and of course after that it lead to jumping down them for the fun of it. Simple things like this tend to humor Alistair quite easily, it looked as if he was a kid in a candy store or something similar to that, he wasn't good with thinking up things to say.
It was inevitable he would fall eventually because he was literally jumping down the stairs . . . . Hmm it might of been closer to skipping in the end. Oh he didn't really focus on the small details, he liked the overall picture. But as saying before he would misstep that caused him to tumble down the stone stairs, luckily he was basically at the bottom so it didn't really hurt him too bad other than a scratch or two here and there. But the first thing he really saw was his brother talking to the dolls. Ugh . . . Those things tended to creep him out every now and then.
He stood up and swiftly went into a bow, his eyes closed. But his black haired swayed side-to-side slightly, "Sorry I am late my Prince." He tended to be formal with him even though he was his brother, it was just the normal thing people would do really. Or at least it was the normal thing he would do. But he stayed like that waiting for permission to stand up and approach.
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Post by Auberon on Jul 5, 2014 4:35:12 GMT
Alistair’s arrival was heralded by the sound of a body tumbling down the stairs. The Nightmare Court was known for its eerie silence, so whatever happened in nearby rooms was easily heard. Ira’s keen eyes soon noticed a small cut upon his brother’s cheek when he entered the room and bowed. Perhaps he loved contrasts, or perhaps he loved pain, but he thought that little red line upon that tender white flesh was most alluring. He desired to trace the tip of his small finger across its length, or perhaps even lick it. Nevertheless, it was teatime and that would have been bad table manners.
With a sign of his hand and smile on his porcelain visage, Ira beckoned brother to sit to his right. He liked all those traditional formalities of the Court, and that is why he had them continue even after the cursed descended. Some things must always stay the same even if the world changes. However, Auberon did not require his brother to be very formal. After all, Alistair was in many ways his beloved and the prince delighted in pleasing him.
Webby returned with the apfelstrudel, and the coffee accompanied with a glass of water, and two little containers holding the sugar and milk. She turned to look at Alistair and asked, “Today we have prepared Viennese Appel Strudel with vanilla cream and Mille-feuille. Which would you prefer, Lord Alistair? Will you have coffee or tea to accompany it?”
With the silver spoon the prince cut a small piece of his cake and took a bite. He turned to his brother and asked, “When do you plan to travel next, Alistair?” He then lifted his porcelain cup for a sip.
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Arsenal
Nu Guardian
This character will be for fun. My main which I am using for Salem will be on another account.
Posts: 15
Join Date: 6/14/2014
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Post by Arsenal on Jul 8, 2014 8:40:00 GMT
Alistair soon stood up, his eyes also darted to the corner of his lids seeing a small red going down his cheek. He grabbed his cloth and wiped away at it hoping the cut would not bleed anymore but to be honest he didn't know what it would do it might bleed some more~! After a moment he chuckled slowly, he wasn't sure what to really say after all... it was really just silence from his brother. Maybe he was made Alistair was late? Maybe who knows, that was only a possibility in the end.
Alistair nodded going over to his brother and sitting down next to him in a seat, he simply stayed quiet hoping his brother was not mad, he didn't really like it when he was mad. Soon he looked around trying to think what to do, he didn't have anything to report really... nor anything to ask other than question that would never be answered.
Alistair looked at Webby as she returned with things for his brother, he thought for a moment slowly tapping his chin before opening his mouth, "Well how about Mille-Feuille because it is easier to say. Ha. And I guess tea is fine with me Webby.
After that he looked to his brother and thought for a moment before replying, "Well because I know you like masks and I know there is this masquerade ball somewhere in Syirith I thought we could both go. Ya'know?"
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