Sorry This Is So Late - Blog Posts
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"welcome to the north, your grace."
it was strange, dacey thought, how the chain of events set in motion by the dance had changed both their lives so dramatically. dacey had been born a daughter of house stark, a lady of the north, but in her brother gaining a crown, she had found herself a princess, even if she still wore the title awkwardly. in contrast, aemma had once been a sister to a monarch, and though she retained her title of princess, the line of succession had moved away from her line, to her cousins who now sat in king's landing. it served as a reminder ; how quickly their fortunes could change.
"i hope you aren't finding it too uncomfortable. it always takes me a little while to adjust to the heat in the south," her tone was apologetic - she wasn't sure why. it wasn't as though dacey stark had the ability to control the weather.
but she liked aemma targaryen. dacey was not a woman who made friends easily, always feeling a little out of place wherever she went, but though that self-conscious feeling had not disappeared with aemma, it was lessened somewhat.
"i was glad to hear that you and your brother had made the journey."
i know you don’t speak my language but i love the way she’s talking to me — @lgcamelia, april '21.
it’s one of those days.
the days where lili couldn’t be fucked to do anything the coaches asked of her — they’d told her time and time again that she should be pushing herself, that securing her spot in whatever choreography they were currently going through wasn’t enough — that she should be front and center, present and determined to do what it takes to prove that she wasn’t going to do the same things she had done at her last company.
as if whatever she had done at said company had warranted such treatment.
( sure she flaked on debut but did that mean she was a flake — lili liked to think not )
so, it comes again — probably the fourth time today — that a coach comes and goes, exasperated at lili’s reeling and appalling plethora of excuses. once more using the — ‘sorry, can’t understand’ — to her advantage.
that is until a trainee — who obviously could understand her — is suddenly brought to the helm and into the throes of lili’s obnoxious display of unintentional rebellion. fuck, there goes her fun.
when the girl comes to her, lili only raises a brow in amused surprise, “huh — that was quick. didn’t think they would send in plan b so soon.” she says in mandarin, flicking the plastic spoon that held the last bites of her yogurt back into its cup.
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I'm sorry, the what?
I'm starting to remember the Xornoth situation....
Hello, Miss Shadowlady. Do you like your EYES? :) - Cain (@eyesremain)
Oh, Hello..? I do indeed like my eyes, thank you. It's...nice to meet you, Cain. [She is not attempting to be rude, she's simply put off by the ominous feeling from the letter.]