𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝑆𝑂𝑁.

╱ if you wanna write, and by that i mean establish and explore long term plots and connections that don't tank two replies in and instead let us dive into the very depths of these characters and how they and their dynamic unfold and progress over time, hit me up <3

with training wrapped up for the day and supper being skipped as so oft, he has decided to seek his mount, ever hiding from anyone that is not the prince, for a ride —— a 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 one, most like.

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⠀ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙. * 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 to become a main. this serves to let me know you are interested in; being tagged in interactions, quotes, edits, receiving messages to discuss storylines, etc. ⠀

⠀ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙. * 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 for a written starter, possibly accompanied by a gif. themes and length will vary, will likely be on the longer side. 𝗿𝘁 to receive a dm to discuss a plot. ⠀

sat on the bed's edge in the muted glow of waning light, hands clutching another 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 of distant childhood; a beautifully large whelk shell used to hold chunks of sea glass, found within the room they call 𝘩𝘪𝘴 but feels more and more like a 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 world.

the knights have 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 * of him by the passing of noon, when sword and determination have been so 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 wielded already since the nebulous, early hour of the nightingale —– and still it does not seem like he intends to 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 on this day.

as so oft, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 was found upon the shore, away from the bustle of the holiday and the crowded castle itself; the cacophony of voices bouncing off stone walls replaced by the gentle soughing of waves as the first tide of the day recedes and gulls overhead lamenting »