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Post by caeius fabre on Oct 25, 2012 20:31:28 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: sisters[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 675[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: awesome[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: hurhur [/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TEMPLATE BY ROTOSCOPE[/style] | [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/VsTmv.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #1a1a1a;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]
Most days the morning was heralded with the sweet scent of the kitchens recent activity, the gentle padding of feet in the corridors and the hushed murmurs of the palace occupants as they busied themselves with the day’s tasks. Today should have not derived from that sensitive but easily disreputable tangent that those of castle were accustomed to, Caeius included. However, one can only exist in such a state of monotony before the urge to break from the sameness of every day resulted in something drastic and unalike the norm. And seeing as it was the brunette who suffered from the daily consistency the most – or so he complained – the compulsion to upset the balance was quick and near immediate.
This morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the gossamer silk curtains of his room, the red-eyed prince had already fled the stifling confines of his bed chamber and was carefully navigating the palace halls. Waking at what some would call an ungodly hour was not anything unfamiliar to the young man shuffling out of the warm cocoon of his sheets. Insomnia tended to hinder any endeavor at restfulness on his part but typically he resigned himself to his room and only exited well after a many of his siblings. But today the castle staff were startled to see the boy prowling about. Some paused in their work to scan the man, curious but wisely remaining silent as he moved past them without glancing in their direction. In the back of his mind he thanked them for their discretion, not because he valued them – scullery maids and cleaners were easy enough to replace, but if one were to speak of his early morning exploits too soon it would ruin the surprise he had planned.
His eyes chased the shadows stretching across the floor as his bare feet cruised over night-cooled tiles, excited by what he was about to do. His night robe fluttered with each strife, sounding obnoxiously louder to his ears forcing him to clutch at the thin fabric and hoist them a little higher around his knees in an effort to maintain the illusion of stealth. The wing was utterly deserted at this hour, the occupants of this portion of the palace still nestled in their sheets and not yet due to rise, completely unaware of their uncharacteristic sprightliness flitting beyond their doors.
Caeius cast a cursory glance in all directions as he came before the demurely ornate doorway leading to Aria's, his eldest female sibling, room. A wily grin curving his lips, Caeius gingerly pushed them open.
It was always bemusing how un-feminine his sister was. On the off chance that he invaded Arielle's or even his mothers rooms, there was always the gentle haze of incense or soft floral smells. Aria's had no such gender stereotypical scents and aside from the opulent and feminine bedding, little else could classify the interior as female inhabited. Thankfully inspecting the decor wasn't his aim here as he sidled up to the four-poster bed and peeled back the sheer canopy that obscured it's occupant.
Aria, sleeping soundly, was the sight that greeted him. Of the siblings he had Caeius could admit to having something of a soft spot for the brash woman. With the ghost of smile threatening to break over his face, Caeius knelt at her bedside. It was very nostalgic, remembering when he'd been smaller and would occasionally sneak into her room in the middle of the night and simply sit quietly, thinking. Occasionally she'd wake up and shoo him away but he'd perfected his stealth over time to avoid discovery. Now however, he wanted to mess with the warrior princess.
As gently as possible he set about dragging the neatly tucked sheets from under the mattress, unearthing the corners and very delicately pulling. With that finished he took hold of one end and with quick movements, no longer caring if she woke, rolled the blonde woman over, effectively trapping her in a straight-jacket of bed sheets.
He playfully clutched his bundled sibling to prevent her escape, "Do you know you drool in your sleep dear sister?"
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Post by ARIA KEL FABRE on Oct 26, 2012 0:50:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Weeeeeeeee. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style]Of all of the Fabre siblings, she was probably the most peaceful sleeper. She did not often move, in fact, once she fell asleep, she would usually awake in the same exact spot. It made making her bed easy. She was also - typically, a light sleeper. No, she was not paranoid that someone would get her while she slept. It was for the exact reason of what was about to happen that she became a light sleeper. Because certain siblings liked to sneak into her room and harass her. Not that she always minded. She was not the coddling type, but sometimes even she would enjoy company. Just not the sort that was about to wake her up.
She was in mid dream. It was a good dream, one that involved loads of bows and arrows of all sorts, and her shooting at a difficult target. Yes, she had the weirdest dreams, and she was obviously too obsessed with archery, but that was Aria for you.
Maybe she should booby trap her room, make it difficult to enter. It was actually extremely clean. Servants were not required in her chambers - yes they still entered, but she cleaned up well enough after herself. Books lined up the wall, several bookshelves were full of reading material. Her desk was neatly organized, ink and quill in a corner, paper set out, and more books littering what free space there was. The paintings and artwork on the wall, all depicted nature settings, beautiful valleys, giant forests, snowy mountains, there was even one of the Louva cliff. Besides that, the only things that declared this room was Arias, was her bow - hanging on the wall near her bed, and several quivers full of arrows. Strangely - or not so strangely if you knew Arias secret. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room.
What woke her up was the movement, most definitely. She found herself face first in the bed. Eyes went wide as she struggled, even after recognizing the voice.
Aria was not the biggest fan of being trapped, after all, when in bird form - if she was caught, she was put in the cage to keep her from getting hurt, that being said, she wasn't all too keen on this treatment. No she was not afraid of it, but she didn't like it either way.
"Cae," Her voice was a forced leveled calm tone. "Let me out and I promise not to hurt you...much" She cleared her throat. "Or don't let me out, and I promise that breathing will become really difficult. Your choice, beloved brother of mine." Her threat might not seem like much to someone who did not know her, but those that did, knew that one of her best forms of fighting offensively besides archery, was cutting the airflow off to a person. It could be a scary experience.
[style=clear: both;] [style=font-size: 20px;]the path of idleness [/style]➔ [/style][/style]
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Post by sharpie01 on Oct 26, 2012 15:10:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]dream a little dream of me[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s418/cursebox/Faceclaims/chrome/69.jpg);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]aria & cae[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]374 WORDS[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]hopefully my posts should get longer as we go <3[/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]Regan was a consistent early riser as there was something about having someone wake her up that bothered her - she was quite capable of getting herself up, she didn't need someone to tell someone when it was morning. Besides, there was something refreshing about getting up and seeing the sun as it peaked over the horizon before pulling itself up and into the sky. That particular day was no different, Regan had awoken early and pulled on a pair of tights and one of her 'dress-tops'. It had been the bodice of a simple blue dress until the skirt had become torn whilst she had been scrambling up a tree. Regan had cut the top half of the dress away and sewed the edges with a dark blue cotton, before moving the buttons to the front and sewing shut the back. It had been a labor of love. She would deny that she was overly "girly" til her last breath was drawn but she never had done a very convincing job of making the "fact" seem true.
Currently, Regan was sat finishing off a new dress that she had been making, short hair hanging in her face as she did so. The last time she had given Aria a dress it hadn't gone so well so she was going to try again. The dress in question was cream coloured and plain but the bottom of the dress had small birds brown embroidered into it. Regan was hoping to appeal to Aria's love of freedom of her actions, in theory.
Standing, she pulled her boots on and picked the dress up in her arms before exiting her room and heading down the hall towards her sister's room. It never occurred to her that she hadn't put her eye-patch on that morning and her scarred eye was on display.
The door to Aria's room was already open when she got there and Regan looked round the edge of the frame to see what was happening, before starting to giggle "Cae, what are you doing to our poor sister?!" She stepped into the room and shut the door "I'm not responsible if she hurts you." Another laugh escaped her as she watched the two, eyes bemused.[/style] |
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Post by caeius fabre on Oct 26, 2012 16:36:56 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: sisters[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 359[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: good[/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: hurhur [/style]
[STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TEMPLATE BY ROTOSCOPE[/style] | [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/VsTmv.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #1a1a1a;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;]
It was abundantly clear that his dear older sister was not at all fond of her brother’s choice in wake-up tactics, if the strained composure and thinly veiled threats were anything to go by. A wiser man – something that Caeius clearly was not at this hour – would have unraveled the princess and taken their due punishment with the integrity fitting for a man of his rank. Unfortunately for them both Caeius was not so introspective this morning and his response was to grin down at his captive sibling, clucking his tongue reproachfully. “Tsk tsk, Aria. Barely awake five minutes and already making promises you and I both know you cannot keep.” Teasing the woman’s bangs out of her face as the pitter patter of footsteps echoed in the hallway.
‘Now who could that be…’ certainly not her Guardian. It was too early for his sister’s keeper to be shadowing his charge, right? If he was wrong then he might have something to fear in Aria’s threat of bodily harm. Although, it could just as likely be Klaus come to think of it. His own Guardian, who was more like the ward in some cases, might have come to check on him and had discovered him missing. Thinking of the man scouring the halls and possibly causing a disturbance in his search was worthy of a few laughs but seeing the shadow outside the opened door length gave him pause.
The prince’s musings were cut short as the culprit, his younger sister, slid into view and took in the situation. As hard as he tried to fight it off his grin widened at giggled admonishment. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the brightly colored fabric nestled in the young woman’s arms, arching a brow. Had Arielle made another dress? Unconsciously his attention reverted to the bundled blonde.
“What ever do you mean Arielle?” coyly smiling between the pair. “You told me to subdue Aria so you could get her into your latest creation." It was a long shot but perhaps he could foist the blame on his delightful little sister and potentially escape punishment and near suffocation. "I was just doing as told.” he defended with as much feigned innocence as he could muster.
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Post by ARIA KEL FABRE on Oct 26, 2012 18:13:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; padding: 1% 2% 1% 2%; text-align: center; margin-left: 30%;]Weeeeeeeee. [/style][style=float: left; border-right: 6px #485c1a solid; border-bottom: 6px #485c1a solid; margin-right: 2%; padding: 180 10 10 10;][style=background: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/natalia_l_k__l_chibi_blinkie_by_mieuchan-d2q6s3a.gif); width: 100px; height: 151px; border-radius: 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style]She opened her mouth to speak again, when she heard the sound of a giggle and her younger sister speak. She gasped for air, and grunted at Caes words. "I am not an idiot Cae! Also, I am not wearing a dress. You could not pay me enough to get me into it willingly. I love you, but not happening. Unless there is some ball you haven't told me about, that is occurring when half the royals are still sleeping off their night of drunken foolery." She struggled again, before finally relaxing and just laying there. This was definitely a bad sign for Cae.
It meant she was focusing. Unless she had a bow in her hand, she had to focus to use her air powers. Granted it was not too hard to do, all that she had to do was envision herself on the archery court, and then it was easy to slip into the necessary focus. That was actually what she did now. Tugging on the air outside the room. The balcony doors flew open, and the air began to pick up around the bed. The curtains jerking around in all directions as it picked up.
"Your choice Cae. How much do you value your life this morning?" Her tone was calm, she actually no longer even sounded angry. In fact, she sounded as though she were getting some intense pleasure out of this whole game now. Granted it was only because she was going to be able to torture her brother, but hey...to each his or her own.
She cleared her throat. "Perhaps I will make you pass out, and then Ellie can help me put a dress on you. We could do your hair, put some paint on your face, make you look beautiful. Then I can have Aiden or Klaus help me carry you outdoors, where we will show off your beautiful new look to everyone we can. I am sure that would be oh so much fun for everyone involved. What do you think Ellie?" Ellie, Ellechee, Monkey, Little Climber, they were all terms of endearment that Aria used for Arielle. She knew her sister preferred Regan, but it was a hard habit to kick. Not to mention, Regan was only used when she was not feeling affectionate, and Arielle was used when she was annoyed in general or upset with her sister. Such rarely happened, but it could from time to time.
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