the crown prince
masculine
twenty-seven
may 20
hammerlocke, galar
heterosexual
archaeologist
aqua/ex-admin
born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes
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Remiel Calcifet
a stormy kind of love [sd]
POSTED ON Feb 23, 2020 6:02:11 GMT
ROYAL Royalty is wasted on those who don't achieve definition in conflict and build their own legacy. | His blue-grey hues remained fixed on her reaction. Holding his glass of wine perfectly balanced in the air with two fingers, the Galarian royal gently stirs the crimson liquid, prompting his Sinistea to mimic the circular motion over his shoulder. The red blush on her cheeks is bright enough to act as a stop light for incoming traffic. It is evident that she's grown embarrassed by the idea. What strikes his curiosity even more, however, is her usage of words.
"Oh? Is that what you considered our assignment then? Our first date?" He'd been speaking about the press and their implications of the two after their first sighting together in Oldale Town, after all. Not a personal request for marriage. But, he spoke it as nonchalantly as anything else he'd said tonight, and therefore made no implication that he was either against or for the idea. His question simply came from an insatiable curiosity about the human mind— one that, unfortunately, was signaled to come to an end for now by the rosy jingle of the event.
As they announced the shift in partners, Remiel got up from his chair and set his half-finished wine on the table, deeming it not worthy enough to finish in one swig. Before he left to attend to his next partner, however, a proper farewell was in order. So the black-haired royal calmly took a step forward, mindful not to step on the Growlithe's paw, before leaning down as close to Stormy's ear as he could get. His sharp, indifferent eyes were fixed on the fanboys and girls watching them from afar as he spoke:
"Maybe giving them something real to talk about for once wouldn't be so bad, hm? Who knows..."
The young royal slowly pulled away afterwards, taking her hand if she offered it and gently pecking the top of it (much to the delight of the fanbase) before the faintest trace of smile graced his lips. Otherwise, he would simply bow. And afterwards, he would straighten his collar and walk off without another word, his Sinistea offering a parting bow of its own before quickly tagging along.
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